Hero Association Headquarters.
Several executives watched Metal Bat's battle on screen.
"As expected of Metal Bat. The monsters at the sushi restaurant posed no threat to him. Even those two demon-class monsters might not..."
The bespectacled executive smiled.
They knew S-Class heroes well. Metal Bat should be able to handle demon-class opponents.
"Mm, no problem with Metal Bat's strength. Wait... what? What's he doing?"
Executive Bond froze.
On screen, Metal Bat—who had been fired up for battle—suddenly slumped, looking dejected, as if ready to just go home.
"Look! Another woman appeared! Flying in mid-air? Telekinesis?"
The bespectacled man was shaken. Bond also leaned in, baffled.
"What the hell happened? Centipede! Wake up, I'm Plant Father!"
Plant Father shrieked.
But Centipede Senior stood in front of him, shielding civilians.
"I don't know... I just don't want to kill anymore. Protecting people feels... right."
Even Centipede Senior was dumbfounded at his own words.
Helen's eyes gleamed as invisible ripples spread from the Mind Stone.
"Two demon-class monsters... oh? Something even bigger is approaching? How troublesome."
Helen drifted closer, smiling faintly.
"You? How aren't you asleep from my hypnosis spores?" Plant Father demanded. Even Metal Bat had collapsed under them.
"Hypnosis gas? Organic molecules, yes? But my body is vibranium alloy. No organic structure. In short, I'm immune to poison."
Helen explained with a smile.
"Immune to poison? I doubt it!"
Plant Father roared, flinging tendrils and unleashing a suffocating stench from his crimson petals.
Whip-crack!
The tendrils pierced through Helen's form. Metal Bat froze, eyes widening—yet she was unharmed.
Association monitors blinked.
"Did I just... imagine that?" the bespectacled man stammered.
"No, it pierced her. Is there a new top-ranked hero in our city? Get me her file immediately!" Bond snapped. "Centipede Junior, Centipede Senior... next could be..."
He felt a rising dread.
Centipedes never forgot grudges. Defeat the young, and the old would surely follow.
"If possible, call in Tatsumaki or Fubuki. And Saitama—is he home? Damn it, when he's needed most, he's never around..." Bond groaned.
Saitama's house.
The air was tense.
"So you took another student?" Fubuki demanded, hands on her hips, clad in an apron.
"Technically, his second student," Saturday Sale interjected smoothly. She alone had traveled between worlds with him. But now Helen was here too...
"You liar! Didn't you say with us, you wouldn't seek other women?" Fubuki's cheeks flamed.
"She's just a student," Saitama said flatly, munching chips before the TV.
Fubuki nearly choked. Just a student? With Christina and Saturday Sale around—student, my ass!
"Excuse me, is Saitama here?"
An Association worker stood at the door.
"He's not! Go somewhere else!" Fubuki snapped, slamming the door.
"Miss Fubuki, a dragon-class monster may appear in City C! If Saitama can't come, the Association requests your support!" the worker begged.
"Too bad! Blame your timing!"
The door slammed shut.
"Master, should we help Helen?" Saturday Sale projected an image of Helen confronting the two demon-class monsters—and a dragon-class closing in.
"Oh? A dragon-class, huh. Troublesome. Nah, I'll pass," Saitama muttered, eyes on the TV.
Both women fell silent.
"You can't be serious! You'll let your student die? Fine, I'll go!" Fubuki snapped.
But before she could move, a voice rang in all their minds:
"No need. I'll handle it quickly."
Helen's telepathic words left the women stunned.
Back on the battlefield—
Plant Father glared at her, shaking. It wanted to strike, yet regret swelled inside it.
Thud!
It dropped to its knees.
"I repent... I'll change! From now on, I'll be a peace-loving, diligent, brave, and cooperative monster!"
(End of Chapter)
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