Chapter 119: It's Fine, I'm Just Strolling Around. You Carry On.
The moment the massive interstellar warship appeared, nearly covering the sky over City A, the resulting shockwave flattened the buildings below.
Now, everyone finally understood what "Earth is doomed" really meant.
Except for the Hero Association Headquarters, all other areas were completely destroyed.
The only reason the headquarters remained intact was that Metal Knight had reinforced the building with space meteorite fragments during construction, significantly enhancing its durability.
"Disaster has arrived, so it's time for the heroes to step up."
Chu Yang stood up, dusted off his clothes, and turned to find that Saitama had already disappeared. Looking at the gaping hole in the ceiling, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Fast as always."
"Sonic, remember to clean up the battlefield."
"Understood, Master."
After giving this important instruction, Chu Yang flew out through the hole in the ceiling.
Sonic licked his lips. Every high-level monster appearing on the battlefield today was his prey.
This time, Chu Yang had only brought him along. If he didn't perform well, he might be replaced next time.
"I can't let Master down."
Sonic's ghostly figure vanished from the conference room.
Only Genos noticed their departure. Hearing the hurried and chaotic footsteps outside, he, too, left through the hole in the ceiling.
Soon after, several heroes, including Tatsumaki, followed Genos to the rooftop.
Child Emperor, Superalloy Darkshine, Tatsumaki, Genos, and King—who was stuck at the hole's edge—all looked up at the massive warship in the sky.
Other than Tatsumaki, none of them could counter the ship's defense weapons, let alone break into its interior.
"Where's that guy?"
Tatsumaki turned to Genos, who was the first to arrive.
"I don't know."
Genos shook his head. He knew Tatsumaki was asking about Chu Yang, but by the time he got here, neither Chu Yang nor his teacher was in sight.
It didn't take much thinking to figure out that the two of them had already entered the warship. Genos simply chose not to say it out loud.
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Inside the Warship
Chu Yang closely followed behind Saitama.
Saitama was rampaging through the ship, and Chu Yang was happily collecting the corpses he left behind. Fortunately, Saitama wasn't running too fast, so Chu Yang could follow along effortlessly.
The Dark Matter Thieves under Boros were all of exceptional quality. Chu Yang had gathered a pile of monster corpses, and not a single one was below Demon level.
Most were at the peak of Demon level, very close to Dragon level.
Bringing this batch of materials back wouldn't just aid research but could also be used to create an armored army.
Once that was done, Chu Yang could finally settle into his lab, enjoy an early retirement, and avoid running around all the time.
As Saitama tore through the warship, a green-skinned monster suddenly appeared before him.
Standing on high ground, the monster arrogantly declared that it would smash Saitama's bald head. Before it could finish speaking, Saitama leaped up and blew its head apart.
So simple and straightforward!
"Oh, a golden legend!"
Chu Yang stepped forward to inspect the corpse and found that it was a Dragon-level monster. If he remembered correctly, its name was Groribas.
"Talk about bad luck. Didn't even get to finish your line."
Chu Yang ridiculed the monster while looting its body.
Suddenly, the ship began to shake violently, explosions echoing throughout.
"The baldy got lost and started demolishing everything."
After securing the Dragon-level monster's body, Chu Yang followed the sound of explosions.
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On the Ground
Another Dragon-level monster was being surrounded by heroes.
This one was Melzargard, one of the highest-ranking combatants in the Dark Matter Thieves.
Melzargard had five heads, each with its own consciousness, and could split them off to act independently.
Its body could also transform at will into deadly weapons.
Most terrifyingly, it had an absurdly strong regeneration ability.
To kill Melzargard completely, all five of its cores had to be destroyed.
With so many powerful traits, Melzargard was holding its own against multiple S-Class heroes.
The first to fight Melzargard, Iaian, had already lost an arm. If Atomic Samurai hadn't arrived in time, he might have died.
Atomic Samurai, ranked fourth among S-Class heroes, was a master swordsman. His slashes could reduce anything to dust—an attack known as "Atomic Slash."
Though somewhat exaggerated, its power was undeniable. At the very least, normal Dragon-level monsters couldn't withstand it.
But Atomic Slash had a flaw.
Against enemies nearly immune to slashing, such as Melzargard with its extreme regeneration, Atomic Samurai would struggle.
After cutting Melzargard three or four times and watching it instantly regenerate, he realized this fight was going to be tough.
Luckily, Bang (Silver Fang) and Metal Bat arrived in time to join the battle.
The three of them unleashed their ultimate techniques, continuously shattering Melzargard's body.
But in the next moment, it regenerated again—over and over, seemingly without end.
Moments later, Puri-Puri Prisoner also joined the fray. Stripping down, he entered Angel Mode—whether his attack power increased was debatable, but he definitely looked more disturbing.
Despite taking countless blows and reviving repeatedly, Melzargard couldn't defeat the heroes, nor could they destroy it completely.
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"Hey, it's only been a few days, and you already lost an arm?"
Sonic appeared beside Iaian, coldly pointing out the obvious.
He wasn't mocking him, just stating facts. But to Iaian, it felt like pure ridicule.
Iaian's face darkened, but he said nothing.
Sonic didn't care and continued naturally.
"If you have time, come to the House of Evolution. I'll have that idiot Genus fit you with a cybernetic arm. Your strength won't drop too much."
Iaian looked at him in surprise.
"Take it or leave it. Up to you."
Sonic walked away, muttering under his breath.
"If Master hadn't said the House of Evolution shouldn't make too many enemies, I wouldn't care about you at all."
Meanwhile, Puri-Puri Prisoner was throwing punch after punch at Melzargard, but it had no effect. Instead, he was getting exhausted.
Seizing an opening, Melzargard transformed its fist into a blunt weapon and struck at him with lightning speed—the same move that severed Iaian's arm.
Bang rushed forward to block the attack, but before he could, a dark figure moved even faster.
In an instant, dazzling sword flashes filled the air. Melzargard's arm was shredded into a pile of minced meat.
Atomic Samurai smirked, instinctively praising, "Outstanding swordsmanship!"
But when he saw that the attacker was Sonic, his smile quickly disappeared, as if he had just swallowed something foul.
Sonic moved at incredible speed, using the opportunity to snatch one of Melzargard's fleeting cores.
Right in front of the monster's eyes, he crushed it.
The destroyed arm failed to regenerate.
Iaian was dumbfounded. "So this… is the power of the Flashy Ninja… Sonic?"
Before the battle, Chu Yang had already informed Sonic about Melzargard's weakness, allowing him to locate the core so quickly.
Sonic never questioned how Chu Yang knew. To him, his master was greater than the gods themselves!
Knowing this stuff was just natural, right?!
Seeing Sonic take down Melzargard's arm in one strike, the S-Class heroes murmured in admiration.
Melzargard, however, was terrified.
How does this human know my core's secret?!
Worse yet, he couldn't keep up with Sonic's movements at all—he had watched helplessly as his core was crushed.
"No choice. Notify the control room—initiate full-scale bombardment. Don't let any of them survive!"
But before Melzargard's split body could escape, Sonic's shuriken pierced it mid-air.
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Back on the Warship
As Saitama wrecked his way through, he finally reached the control room.
Grinning, Chu Yang strolled in behind him.
Geryuganshoop, the octopus-like psychic, was furious.
"What are you doing?!"
Chu Yang grinned.
"Nothing much, just strolling around. You carry on."
Geryuganshoop: "???"
Then, it unleashed an all-out psychic assault—turning into a Gatling Buddha, launching debris at terrifying speed.
BANG! BANG! BANG!