The calm voice.
Flat, without the slightest ripple.
But in Boros's eyes—it was the voice of the devil.
Faster than the eye could see, his phantom appeared before him. Muscles that could withstand nuclear blasts were torn apart in an instant.
Under the storm of Consecutive Normal Punches, Boros's body lasted less than a second before exploding into countless chunks of flesh!
"N-no… how… how is this possible…?"
Boros's single eye widened in panic midair, terror and fury flooding his face.
The so-called invincible overlord of the universe—shattered like a rag doll.
But in an instant, all that blood and flesh drew back together, reforming his body once more. His lone eye turned pitch black, bloodshot veins spiderwebbing across it. His whole body trembled, consumed by madness.
Too strong.
Impossible. Too strong!
He—the Overlord of the Universe, undefeated for decades—could not last a single second before this bald man!
"This can't be my destiny! I must defeat you, Saitama! I'll destroy you and this planet together!!!"
His mad roar split the skies. Boros's entire body ignited, soaring upward, blazing like a miniature sun. Every marking across his skin split open, vomiting waves of power. His eye, his veins—everything went black.
The starship screamed beneath the strain, its structure tearing apart. Space itself trembled, as though on the verge of shattering.
"C-COLLAPSING STAR… ROARING CANNON!!!"
With a guttural bellow, a titanic multicolored beam of destruction erupted from Boros's body, splitting the heavens. A force enough to obliterate stars themselves!
This was no longer battle—this was annihilation. Even the proud, undefeated Boros had no choice but to unleash it, wagering everything for a chance at victory.
But against Saitama—the ultimate cheat code, powered further by this Marvel world—such struggle was meaningless.
"If that's how it is… then I'll use a serious move too."
His expression sank into shadow, fist tightening, glowing faintly red.
He didn't mind battle. But if that battle endangered innocent lives—he would not tolerate it. That was the principle of a hero.
"Special Move Series—SERIOUS… PUNCH!!"
The quiet words detonated in the void.
The blinding, multicolored Roaring Cannon surged down on him, the warship metal crumbling under its might.
Saitama's fist, plain and unadorned, simple to the point of laughable, struck forward. A punch so basic Boros could have listed ten thousand ways to counter it.
But that punch collided with the Collapsing Star Roaring Cannon.
BOOOOOOM——
The world went silent.
Boros's eye widened in disbelief. That beam, which had destroyed entire worlds, didn't consume Saitama. It didn't destroy the Earth.
Instead—it shattered.
The multicolored beam split into fragments, bursting outward, ripping apart starships, mountains, oceans—everything in its wake.
From the skies, the Earth seemed to be cleaved in two, the atmosphere itself split into a massive "X." Waves the size of mountains roared across the seas.
When the winds finally settled, only silence remained.
Saitama stood still, tattered cape fluttering gently in the crimson dusk. His battle suit torn, his bald head gleaming under the sunset.
"I… I lost…?"
A weak, rasping voice at his feet. Boros lay there, pink hair matted, half a body remaining. His eye collapsed, his aura all but gone.
The overlord of the universe—reduced to this pitiful state.
Saitama looked back at him, almost pitying. "You're still conscious? You're strong… very strong. To withstand so many Normal Punches… and even survive a Serious Punch. You're the real deal."
Boros forced a bitter smile. "So it was true… a battle evenly matched, just like the prophecy…"
"Mm. Sure." Saitama answered flatly.
Boros laughed weakly. "Liar. You still have strength left. For you, this battle was nothing… ha… the prophecy lied. You're too strong, Saitama… if there's a next life… I'd want to train under you…"
His eye dimmed. His dream shattered.
And then—
[Ding! Contract-eligible target detected. Esteemed Saitama, would you like to form a contract?]
Saitama blinked. "Contract?"
[Yes, Host. Suitable target found. Contracting will bind them as your servant until you release them, or unless their strength surpasses yours.]
Green text floated above Boros's broken body.
[Eligible Target: God-class, Unique Entity—Universal Overlord Boros.]
[Would you like to contract?]
(End of Chapter)
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