"Tch! You don't have the right to order me around, idiot!"
Melzargard—the many-headed monster who had earlier slain Sky King—snorted with irritation, blatantly ignoring the octopus Geryuganshoop's command. After all, he too was a direct subordinate of Boros, King of the Universe, one of the Dark Matter Pirates' top combatants. His status was equal. His main task was simply to guard the starship.
"Damn troublesome bastard. I am the commander of this ship!"
The purple octopus Geryuganshoop grumbled angrily. But when Boros's name was mentioned, even he dared not push further.
"Stop eating, you idiot! Handle this mess properly. Don't shame Lord Boros and the Dark Matter Pirates!"
A hulking monster floated forward. Its body was wrapped in ugly dark-green muscle, sharp white fangs jutting from its head, both hands monstrous and gnarled, radiating terrifying pressure.
One of Boros's three lieutenants—Grgribas!
Peak Dragon-level!
"Roarrr! Damn octopus!" Grgribas bellowed. Acid drool spilled from its tusks, sizzling holes into the alloy floor. Still, at Boros's name, he shrank his head and flew from the ship. His movements were so fast they were nearly impossible to follow.
—Residential District—
"Miss Fubuki! Lady Saturday Sale! Lady Climudna! The President requests your presen—"
A sweating staffer from HQ was frantically pleading.
Squelch—
His words cut off. His head was gone.
In the sky, Fubuki, Saturday Sale, and Climudna's eyes sharpened, their attacks halting.
Hell Fubuki's eyes flashed. Emerald psychic force wrapped massive chunks of steel and concrete, hurling them forward.
Boom!
The rubble was bitten apart midair.
Grgribas's two massive arms were shaped like dragon heads, packed with teeth. Even Fubuki's psychic control was shredded by those monstrous jaws!
"Dragon-level! And… not an ordinary one!"
Fubuki's breath grew heavier, her expression tense.
"A troublesome one, eh? Kukuku… Lady Fubuki, your sister Tornado is facing trouble too. You should head over. Leave this one to us!"
Climudna entered a sacred prayer state, eyes flashing with wild fervor. Even as a completed being, her feral bloodthirst hadn't changed—especially for close-quarters battles like this.
Fubuki glanced at the ruined city, the suffocating starship above. She knew how dire the situation was. Nodding, she shot off.
"Leaving? Weak human, leave your life here!"
Grgribas cackled, body blurring into afterimages, dragon-head arms chomping down at Fubuki's back.
"Oh? Isn't sneaking an attack from behind… ungentlemanly?"
A playful voice rang out.
Saturday Sale, clad in black armor, blocked with her knight's lance. Her shoulder-mounted hive cannons howled—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A dense storm of rays slashed across, lighting up the sky.
Climudna followed with a storm of exploding flower-like blasts.
Boom, boom, boom!
Blood sprayed. Screams rang.
"Is it over?"
Climudna panted on the rubble, her arms trembling from the output.
"No. Not yet." Saturday Sale's voice was cold.
Roar—!
Through the smoke, a terrifying sight emerged.
Grgribas staggered out, body torn and bleeding—but the gaping wounds split open further, transforming into more fanged maws!
Dozens of mouths covered his body—every wound birthing more monstrosity.
—Below the warship—
"Still survivors? Kill them."
"I agree."
"No living things near the mothership."
The five-headed mud monster Geryuganshoop's faces muttered in unison.
Before him, two civilians had survived the bombardment.
Cackle—
Melzargard raised his palm. His five fingers sharpened into spears, shooting forward.
The civilians screamed in despair—
Crack!
No blood spurted. Instead, Melzargard stared at his own severed hand—his torso split from hip to brow by a clean diagonal cut.
"Run now!"
A silver-armored hero stood firm, sword gleaming. His strike had saved them.
The new S-Class hero, Iaian!
Pupil of Atomic Samurai, second only to him in swordsmanship!
But his triumph lasted barely a second.
Swoosh—
Iaian's helmet flew into the air, sliced thin as paper.
"So fast!"
His heart tightened. Months of training under Atomic Samurai had earned him S-Class, with decent strength.
But against this monster—five minutes later, he was soaked in sweat, arms trembling, chest heaving, eyes full of shock.
This thing… too strong!
Speed, power—and worst of all, nearly immortal. Any wound healed instantly.
"…Human. Kill him quickly."
"I agree!"
The heads spoke as one. The monster blurred forward—faster than thought.
Iaian's instincts screamed; he barely sidestepped. His left arm was gone.
"Damn… totally outclassed… is this thing immortal?!"
His sword shook. His eyes widened in fear.
Slash slash slash—
As Melzargard prepared to finish him, countless sword lights rained down.
Atomic Slash!
"You okay? Iaian, your arm—"
Atomic Samurai appeared, chewing a toothpick, red-white robes flowing, expression grim.
"Iaian! I won't let your sword path end here! Stop the bleeding, now!"
Iaian's heart surged with emotion.
But before more could be said—Melzargard's body reformed, roaring as he attacked again!
"Damn nuisance!" Atomic Samurai cursed, striking hard—
Clang—!
His sword jarred. He staggered back, shocked.
Even Melzargard froze in disbelief.
Because—two figures had dropped into the battlefield.
The bald hero, Saitama.
And Bruce Banner, fully transformed into Hulk.
Atomic Samurai's blade had landed squarely on Saitama's shiny bald head, leaving only a chipped groove with cracks spreading across the blade.
(End of Chapter)
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