There were simply too many monsters—like they were endless. They fought without fear of death, swarming in waves, using the warped space to attack from every tricky angle imaginable. Even though Saitama-san was cutting through them like chopping vegetables, the nonstop pressure still slowed him down. While punching apart anything that got close, he also struggled to make sense of direction in the chaotic space—trying to find that one "core key point" he could solve with a single punch.
"What a pain… where's the core?" Saitama-san frowned. With one punch, he blasted a giant centipede-like monster that tried to ambush his ankle into scraps, his eyes searching through the roiling darkness.
He continued battling in the core region of the dark vortex. The punch wind from his Serious Series was like an invisible meat grinder, shredding wave after wave of dark monsters. But these creations formed from pure negative energy seemed inexhaustible. After they shattered, the leaking dark aura was quickly swallowed by the vortex, then re-condensed into new forms—sometimes even more twisted than before—before pouncing again.
"Does this ever end…?" Saitama-san muttered. He blew apart a chimera-like beast with three heads that spat frost, fire, and poison, then watched the drifting black fog get dragged away by the vortex again, irritation rising. These cockroach-types (even if they were huge) were the worst.
Just as he was considering whether to use a wider-area move to clear the field, something suddenly changed!
Bzzzzzz—!
A violently strong energy fluctuation—carrying an ancient, rhythmic cadence—surged from the deepest part of the vortex without warning. It swept across the entire warped space like a physical tide. Strangely, it wasn't an attack at all. Instead, it carried a feeling of… summoning?
Then something unbelievable happened.
Every dark monster attacking Saitama-san—big or small, weak or strong—froze mid-motion. The frenzied killing intent inside those crimson and sickly green eyes drained away in an instant, replaced by a vacant reverence, almost worshipful. As if they had heard a supreme command, they stopped attacking completely. They even ignored Saitama-san right beside them, retreating like a receding tide and flowing toward the direction the wave came from—
The very center of the vortex.
"Huh?" Saitama-san's fist stopped halfway through a swing. He stared at the suddenly "well-behaved" monster army, utterly confused. "Not fighting anymore? Dinner time?"
He didn't understand what was going on, but it was obviously an opening. With the monsters no longer blocking him, he could finally push deeper.
Saitama-san immediately followed the monster tide—like a pilgrimage—moving quickly toward the source of the fluctuation. The deeper he went, the stronger the spatial distortion became. The dark energy grew thicker and thicker, practically like liquid wrapping around his body, and the suction turned even more terrifying. But Saitama-san's steps stayed steady, unaffected.
He passed through an area formed from solidified dark energy—like a forest of stalactites—and the scene ahead suddenly opened up…
As much as a twisted space could be called "open," anyway.
At the very center of the vortex floated a massive, irregular black crystal!
It stood around ten meters tall, pitch-black like ink, yet deep, ghostly light flowed across its surface—like it could swallow anyone's gaze. That powerful summoning fluctuation was coming from inside this crystal. Countless dark monsters, packed densely, were sprawled and kneeling around it as if worshiping a god, silent in a way that was terrifying.
(End of Chapter)
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