In the dead silence of the starry sky.
Next to the giant scar that bisected the Moon's surface, space rippled, and a man-sized black hole portal appeared out of thin air.
A blonde man, wearing futuristic Dragon Ball-style armor and a pure white cape, slowly walked out from it.
It was Blast, the S-Class Rank 1 hero of the Hero Association.
He floated in the vacuum, first looking at the gray-white Moon, which had been shaved bald, his brows tightly furrowed.
This massive gash almost traversed half the Moon's diameter, and within it lingered an incomparably domineering energy signature, pure and violent, filled with a will to destroy.
He then cast his gaze towards the more distant universe, where he also sensed two distinctly different energies.
One of them was all too familiar to him, filled with immense malice and ill omen, as silent as the end of all things.
God!
"Traces of a God Cube's presence remain here."
A solemn expression appeared on Blast's face.
The other power also contained divinity, yet it was full of endless vitality and growth potential, like a nascent planet, domineering yet with a hint of orderly majesty.
"An extraterrestrial cosmic overlord, a new god born on Earth... and that ubiquitous fellow, God..."
Blast frowned in thought for a moment, but ultimately decided to deal with the immediate problem first.
The Moon.
This satellite is crucial for Earth's tidal forces and orbital stability; it cannot be allowed to have such a large piece missing.
He raised his hand towards the Moon; the next moment, his fists slammed together in front of his chest, and a seemingly invisible yet mountain-heavy force transformed into a light that distorted space-time, beginning to converge.
"Gravity Fist!"
The invisible gravity was skillfully manipulated by him, forming a pair of unseen creative hands.
Countless cosmic dust particles traversed space to fill the giant gash on the Moon's surface.
Slowly merging with the rocks and dust within it, the gash began to heal and smooth out at a visible rate.
In just a few minutes, the Moon finally regained its original appearance.
After completing all of this, Blast clapped his fists together again, opening a black hole portal.
He took one last look in the direction where Hansen had disappeared, his eyes filled with inquiry and apprehension.
"Earth's new god? I hope it's not the next calamity."
Then he walked into it without looking back, as if he had merely passed by and dealt with a trivial minor issue... After an unknown period of falling, consciousness awoke from chaos.
Hansen suddenly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was not the cold, silent universe he had expected, but a boundless, emerald green sea of giant trees.
His nasal cavity was filled with the fresh scent of damp earth mixed with unfamiliar vegetation, and his ears heard various unheard-of insect chirps and bird calls, full of vibrant life.
The touch beneath him was soft; he was lying in a clearing covered with a thick layer of humus.
"Tsk."
Hansen sat up, rubbing his still throbbing temples.
Imaginary Divine Power flowed spontaneously within his body like a trickling stream, repairing the mental shock caused by the cross-dimensional transmission.
Fragments of memory, self-sealed due to space-time distortion, rapidly pieced together and flashed back in his mind.
Scene after scene flashed by.
After completely smashing Boros's body a second time, just as he was about to retrieve this perfect trophy with UR-level regeneration, the sense of being watched reached its peak.
The omnipresent God finally couldn't help but make a move.
A completely black cube, engraved with strange geometric patterns, appeared out of thin air, ignoring space-time, emitting an extreme temptation to living beings, attempting to transform the dying cosmic overlord into His proxy.
Hansen naturally wouldn't tolerate such an act of snatching the fruit directly.
The moment he seized the cold cube first, two distinctly different divine powers clashed violently, and a silent war at the dimensional level immediately erupted!
On one side was God's destructive divine power of silence and termination.
On the other side was Hansen's Imaginary Divine Power, based on gaia's will and wielding the power of idealism.
As a result, God could not do anything to Hansen, who was backed by an entire divine power dimension and was growing stronger, but Hansen did not come away without any cost.
The last scene was him, with quick eyes and hands, snatching Boros's remains into the Imaginary Nation for safekeeping.
And he himself, under the strong repulsive force formed by the divine power storm at the dimensional level, was flung from the One-Punch Man world into the endless alternate dimension.
The memories ended, and Hansen's consciousness fully returned to reality.
He immediately calmed his mind, attempting to open the Imaginary Nation.
However, the inner divine kingdom, which usually required only a thought to enter, was unresponsive at this moment.
No, it was not completely unresponsive.
The connection of the same origin was not severed, but in Hansen's perception, there seemed to be a thick, opaque frosted glass between his divine soul and the Imaginary Nation.
He could see it, but not touch it.
Seemingly a step away, it actually isolated countless insurmountable dimensional barriers.
An unprecedented sense of detachment came over him, causing him to frown slightly.
However, this discomfort only lasted for a moment.
Hansen's thoughts stirred, and he summoned the system panel for a look.
[Inherent Abilities: Megaton Split (UR), Fusion Combination (UR), Ultimate Evolution (UR), Ultimate Devour (UR), Primal Weirdo (UR), Apostle Transformation (UR), Ultimate Regeneration (UR), Energy Release (UR), Meteor Burst (UR), Star-Collapsing Roar Cannon (UR)... (List unfolds)... Super-low Temperature Cold Qi (SSR), Infinite Water Body (SSR)...]
Looking at the long list of dazzling UR and SSR-level abilities, with only the Imaginary Nation temporarily grayed out and inaccessible, Hansen's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.
Fortunately, including the system, all his essential skills were still there.
Then, it was fine.
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the power still surging like a sea within him.
Although the cross-dimensional space-time storm was capable of tearing apart any matter and energy below the level of God, how could Imaginary Divine Power, Primal Body, Ultimate Evolution... and a host of other UR abilities be useless?
Only his clothes were slightly dirty.
Just then, Hansen noticed an extremely subtle mark on the back of his right hand.
It was a corner of a pitch-black upright cube, composed of seemingly countless precise straight lines, identical to the God Cube, emitting an imperceptible dimensional fluctuation.
"This is..."
As the owner of Authority of Dimension, the moment Hansen's gaze fell upon it, the "Oracle Eye" activated on its own, and its meaning instantly became clear.
This was a scar left by that dimensional storm, and also a fragment he had inadvertently forcibly torn from that God Cube when he was expelled.
It was both a mark of exile and a beacon for return.
To find the correct coordinates to return to his original world, he needed to collect the scattered cube fragments from other dimensions and piece them back together.
"Oh my, oh my, a forced quest for treasure in another world? How troublesome."
Hansen raised his hand, looking at the small black mark on the back of his hand, and pouted somewhat helplessly.
An adventure game in another world, how could it be as exciting as living a shameless life with soft and fragrant wives like Tatsumaki, Fubuki, Psykos... and so on?
But well... since he was already here.
He looked around, beginning to truly examine this strange new world.
All around were towering giant trees, each requiring dozens of people to embrace, their canopies covering the sky and sun, cutting the sunlight into mottled beams of light that projected onto the forest floor.
The air was filled with an unprecedented, strange energy particle, seemingly integrated into all things.
Hansen extended his hand, and a wisp of strange energy particles converged in his palm.
"Interesting, it can actually be directly absorbed and transformed by cells..."
He brushed off the grass clippings clinging to him, his platinum-blonde pupils scanning the endless primeval forest before him: "So..."
"Which world is this?"
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