Chapter 394: World Destroyer — Saitama
"Hand that guy... over to me!"
Tornado's rage was accompanied by psychokinesis that equally shook the Spirit World. Mob, sensing that terrifying superpower rivaling his own even after fully releasing the suppressed power in his heart, only felt a wave of sadness.
Humans are fragile and sorrowful creatures, liable to fall into the vortex of emotions at any time, whether it was himself or this Miss Tornado.
No matter how powerful a esper was, they couldn't break free from the shackles of being [Human].
Or rather, the source of that power was precisely this instability and insecurity of humans.
Mob raised his hands. Spiritual power roared, barely holding back the psychokinetic storm, preventing the Spirit World from collapsing again.
"No one laid a hand on your sister..."
Sensing the movement in the Spirit World, he finally didn't feel any spying power and explained.
But Tornado became even angrier.
"That means you can still sense my sister's existence..."
Her hair stood up strand by strand. Green luster almost swallowed her figure. The overly powerful psychokinesis made her heart beat wildly, a rare occurrence. A feeling never experienced before appeared in her heart.
It turns out I also have limits...
Tornado was a naturally powerful gemstone, an uncut jade that would be crystal clear with slight polishing. Just by slightly awakening her ability, she had never encountered any opponent.
No need to learn any esper techniques; superpowers were like instinct to her.
No need for any esper training. A wave of hand could crush Dragon-level monsters; a bit of force could twist a city.
In this world, there were few things she couldn't do.
She also never encountered a guy who needed her to use such extreme power to defeat. Except for the battle with the Monster Association, she hadn't even encountered effective resistance.
At this moment, Tornado in a healthy state wanted to unleash all her power in perfect condition for the first time. She knew someone had laid a hand on her sister.
She began to lose sense of Fubuki's location, as if Fubuki had been erased from the world. And if she hadn't constantly used mental abilities to imply to herself in her heart...
Probably she would have forgotten her sister's existence by now.
Tornado's expression was as dark as water. Her sister was her reverse scale. No matter who did this, she would absolutely not let them go.
"Calm down, Miss Tornado. The angrier you are, the closer you are to those people's goal..."
"Don't become like me."
Mob's tone was sorrowful. It was because he couldn't control his emotions that, despite sensing those people's intentions, he was still swallowed by emotions.
Eventually causing an irreversible tragedy.
"Ha~ are you preaching to me, brat..."
Tornado floated forward in the Spirit World. Green esper light around her rippled like dye in the only black-and-white Spirit World, rapidly dyeing the surroundings green.
She was learning the so-called [Spiritual Power].
Even power of Mob's nature, if she wanted, she could still learn it. She could become as powerful as the opponent in this world!
Her voice emitted strong malice; her spirit became even higher.
In the next moment, she reached out and twisted.
Mob's huge body was instantly controlled by an invisible force. The two entered a direct wrestling match. Chaotic luster began to spread from the black-and-white world.
The terrain of the Spirit World, which couldn't be destroyed, also began to change. Time and distance began to disorder.
Tornado flew high, pressing down with both hands, slowly suppressing Mob.
"Don't think I'm a crying semi-finished product like you!"
Tornado scolded angrily. Her aura overwhelmed Mob in an instant. She had understood since childhood that only she could be relied on, only power could save everything.
"Want me to fall into darkness?"
"Fine... then let them be prepared to exchange everyone's death for it!"
At this moment, a huge emerald green demonic shadow appeared behind Tornado. Sensing the opponent's terrifying power and even more resolute will, Mob finally knew what he lacked...
If he had such resolve half a year ago... even if everyone in Seasoning City suffered disaster, absolutely not everyone would have suffered misfortune.
At least he could have... that guy...
"Miss Tornado, go protect your sister. While there's still a chance..."
His figure suddenly shrank. The space of the Spirit World began to twist and overlap. In an instant, countless distances seemed to overlap between him and Tornado.
Mob envied Tornado's strength and resolve. Such an esper might have a chance to change the future belonging to her...
He abandoned the plan to kill the opponent. At least, before killing those two people, no need to fight to the death with such Miss Tornado.
Tornado tore with both hands. The overlapping space also began to be lifted layer by layer. She could sense that guy concealing her sister's existence appeared in the Spirit World for a moment just as she chased in.
She wasn't willing to give up that trace.
Bang, crack!
Crisp cracking sound, as crisp as a piece of glass being knocked to pieces.
Sunlight suddenly shone into this dark Spirit World, becoming colorful hues floating in the Spirit World.
Not just sunlight, but also wind and sand, the unique heat of the desert, all appeared with the shattering of the Spirit World.
A familiar baldy suddenly appeared in Tornado's vision.
The opponent wore a funny and crude hero uniform, with an old-fashioned cape on his back.
"Oh, why are you here too, brat?"
Tornado's monstrous anger suddenly emptied at this moment. It seemed that with the Spirit World being shattered, and the entry of sunlight and wind and sand, something else also intruded irresistibly.
She blinked. Before having time to scold this dead baldy for calling her a brat again, she saw the beautiful woman behind that baldy, messy all over but with an anxious look on her face.
That was her overly 'rebellious' sister!
Mob, turning to leave, suddenly froze in place. He looked back, seeing the bald man in a yellow tight suit standing at the junction of the desert and the Spirit World with an unfamiliar expression.
The opponent's eyes were listless, without that enthusiastic posture in his impression.
Even more, he couldn't feel any trace of power from the opponent.
But... absolutely no mistake, this was that guy!
This was the man destined to destroy the world...
"I must..."
Hum!
The black-and-white Spirit World suddenly began to oscillate. Those twisted buildings began to dissipate one by one. Terrified screams of massive [Spirits] came from the depths of the Spirit World.
But Mob couldn't care about those anymore.
His reason began to decay rapidly. Hiding in his body, the [???] excessively suppressed by him and eventually turned into indescribable power surged rapidly.
"Kill you!"
The Spirit World shrank suddenly. In the next moment, Tornado fell out of the Spirit World instantly. And that pitch-black big hand rose from beneath the ground of the Spirit World, as if the entire Spirit World pinched Saitama in its hand together.
"Your Majesty, even if you can eliminate Fubuki from Tornado's cognition, Tornado might not necessarily blacken, right? What exactly is the Project Black King..."
Treant still didn't understand how the Project Black King was to be executed.
[Fate Eternal] sat in the room, looking down and playing with a handheld game console. He generously explained that precious information.
"[Black King], the true meaning is the King of the World who lost everything."
"In this world, the one qualified to become the [Black King] has always been only that one."
"I never said the Black King who lost the world must have had the world taken away by us [Reincarnators]..."
"Some people will destroy it themselves~"
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