But Saitama didn't back up.
He watched the mechanical bee swarm instantly cover his entire body—trying to stab him with their tail needles, slam into him with their bodies, and even spray corrosive liquid—while a very clear look of irritation spread across his face.
"Annoying… that's way too many bugs," he muttered.
Their attacks landed on him without even scratching his tracksuit, but the constant impacts and the ear-splitting wing noise were unbelievably irritating.
So he did something extremely simple.
He spun in place.
Yeah—like a kid who thinks getting dizzy is fun. Feet planted, waist twisting, he started rotating faster and faster.
Whooooo!
The moment he turned, it was a disaster for everything around him.
Centered on Saitama, a terrifying whirlwind instantly erupted. The wind pressure was so absurd it dwarfed any natural tornado.
The mechanical bees that tried to get close were as fragile as real insects in the face of that man-made cyclone. They didn't even have time to react before they were smashed away by invisible gale force.
Crack-crack-crack! Bang-bang-bang!
The collisions exploded nonstop like firecrackers. The bees that got blown away slammed into the factory's concrete walls and rusted machinery at insane speed. Their hard metal shells warped and shattered on impact, tiny sparks bursting from exposed wiring and delicate components—then they rained down like dumplings, clattering to the floor as piles of smoking scrap.
Saitama only spun three times, and the massive swarm had been cleared out in huge chunks around him. The whole factory felt like it had been hit by ten separate "mechanical scrap-metal rainstorms."
When he stopped, Saitama brushed off dust that wasn't even there, looked at the wreckage carpeting the floor, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Mm. Much quieter."
Off in the distance, Hope was completely stunned. She forgot to maintain her shrunken state and unconsciously returned to full size. Staring at the bald man standing casually in the middle of a mountain of junk, then at the suddenly thinned-out swarm, she honestly felt like she was dreaming.
Even the swarm seemed to "freeze" for a moment. Its logic core probably couldn't process something this unreasonable. The remaining bees regrouped, but they were clearly far more cautious now, no longer daring to rush in recklessly.
Saitama didn't care.
He swept his gaze across the factory, and his attention quickly locked onto the old mainframe control console near the center of the building—still transmitting signals, with a small number of bees guarding it heavily. He didn't understand tech, but he could feel it: that spot was where the "noise source" was strongest.
"So that thing's the one being loud?" he muttered, then started walking straight toward it.
The remaining mechanical bees tried to block him, forming wall after wall of buzzing bodies.
Saitama just waved his hand like he was swatting away real flies. The gust from his palm slapped the bees aside again. He strolled forward like no one was even there, reaching the console with ease.
A shimmering energy shield flickered around it—but to Saitama, it might as well not exist. He didn't look for a switch. He didn't try to crack a password. He simply raised his fist.
"Be quiet."
He punched down.
Boom!
The supposedly solid metal control console was smashed in an instant into a twisted pile of scrap spitting sparks.
The piercing metallic buzzing stopped dead.
(End of Chapter)
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