"Eh??"
Geryuganshoop couldn't even finish speaking. He realized—damn it! Why was that egg-headed bald guy standing perfectly fine inside his hundredfold gravity field… without the slightest sign of being forced down? Worse—he was looking at him curiously?
"Saitama, you bastard!"
At that moment, the arrogant little Tornado and Fubuki also floated slowly into the air, still resisting the telekinetic force. The little loli's teeth clenched, her beautiful eyes burning with fury.
"This octopus is mine no matter what—I'm going to turn him into takoyaki!" Tornado snapped.
The so-called universe's strongest telekinetic was actually being suppressed by another psychic? And Tornado even needed Fubuki's help to hold him off? That stung her pride too much.
"You two okay? Fubuki?" Saitama asked with a trace of concern.
"Don't worry, Saitama. This monster is ours. No matter what, we'll handle it." Fubuki bit down lightly on her lip. Clearly, for them, a peak dragon-level psychic like Geryuganshoop was no small challenge. Both sisters were determined not to become Saitama's burden. Their pride was strong.
Saitama could see what they were thinking. As good friends, he didn't press the issue. "…Alright. Be careful, then."
With the octopus's eyes nearly bulging from his skull, Saitama casually walked right through the crushing field and stopped before Geryuganshoop. He patted him lightly on the shoulder—though with so many tentacles, he wasn't entirely sure where the shoulder was. Close enough.
"Don't hurt Fubuki or Tornado. Otherwise, you'll be in real trouble. And if you screw this up, you won't even be able to make takoyaki tonight."
After that casual warning, Saitama strolled away in peace. He had a bigger boss to find. That "Boros," or whatever.
Watching him leave, Geryuganshoop's forehead broke out in cold sweat. His whole body trembled. Damn… big guy, can we talk this over? I… I suddenly have a stomachache. Can I hit the bathroom first?
He regretted showing off. His hundredfold gravity had absolutely no effect on Saitama. Just the thought made his scalp go numb. Tornado and Fubuki's expressions looked like their fathers had just died. If he'd known these two women had such terrifying backing, he'd never have stood guard here in the first place!
Blank and dumbfounded, Saitama walked out of the command room. He casually grabbed two unlucky grunts by the head as he went. Under their terrified gazes, he disappeared deeper into the ruined battleship.
The wide and silent executive chamber creaked in eerie quiet. At the far end stood a metallic throne. Seated upon it—
A figure with wild purple hair like a spiked explosion, sharp as blades. A red cloak. Pale blue skin covered in black, jagged markings. Most striking of all: a single, enormous eye. His expression was cold and severe. Simply sitting there, he radiated a crushing aura that weighed on everything.
The Conqueror of the Universe—Boros!
"…So you've come." Boros's voice rumbled softly. He rose slowly from his throne and turned toward the entrance.
Boom—!
The alloy doors shattered.
A bald man in a white cape, red gloves, and purple tights stepped through.
Boros sat tall, showing no outward expression, but inside, his blood surged faster, his fighting spirit boiling over. In his lone crimson eye, he could already see it—the staggering power hidden within this bald man's body.
It was like a volcano ready to erupt, glowing crimson, energy density pushed to the limits of his perception.
"He must be this planet's champion. I can feel an immeasurable strength within him." Boros thought, stepping forward.
"So you're the invader boss?" Saitama asked curiously.
"Yes." Boros smiled faintly. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Boros, leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, the Conqueror of the Universe!"
"Oh? I'm… uh, just a professional hero. Saitama."
He glanced around with irritation. "Whatever your reasons, I don't care. But wrecking cities isn't something I'll let slide."
Boros's grin sharpened. "An oracle told me, twenty years ago, that on this distant planet, there was someone whose power rivaled mine. I didn't believe it at first. But now… I do. At last. Let me, the invincible, taste a true fight again!"
But before he could finish—
Wham!
A simple punch sent Boros hurtling across the hall.
Saitama's dead-fish eyes stared flatly. "…So boring. Being bored doesn't give you the right to smash up cities. People have jobs to get to, you know."
He turned to leave, unimpressed. His days were meaningful, full of steady effort and progress. Unlike this idiot, wasting time in empty conquest.
"Oh?"
Just then, the figure buried in the alloy wall twitched. Boros's lips curled upward, a cruel and eager grin spreading.
Crack crack crack—
The wall exploded. The golden armor covering his body also shattered into countless pieces, each one slamming into the floor like meteors.
Boros's form shifted. His pale blue skin turned a deeper, darker blue. His chest glowed with a blazing red crystal core. Jagged bone spikes erupted across his body.
Not a single wound marked him. Saitama's "normal punch" hadn't even done more than give him a mild stomachache.
"This armor wasn't for defense—it was to seal my own power. Now it's broken." Boros's smile twisted into a snarl as his voice dropped to a growl.
The Conqueror of the Universe—Boros!
Battle Form!
"Come! I'll show you true power!"
(End of Chapter)
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