Reincarnators, Retreat

"You bastard?!"

Tatsumaki’s pupils trembled. Though she had vaguely realized that this B-class hero named Saitama possessed unusual strength, she had never imagined he possessed this kind of… power.

For a moment, she did not even know how to describe it.

The heavens shook, yellow sand surged backward, and the atmosphere and sky of this entire region were shattered together, as though the air above the planet had been blasted away. Several massive sand tornadoes immediately rose from the desert.

Those tornadoes swept up countless grains of sand and hurled them into the sky.

The sky became bizarre and distorted, and even the laws of physics were affected.

Strength of this level could no longer be described by the concept of humanity. If Tatsumaki the Terror was a power that other heroes had deemed a potential Dragon-level Disaster due to her psychic abilities and remained wary of—

Then what this baldy displayed now was power truly capable of wiping out humanity!

For the first time, unimaginably immense power changed Tatsumaki’s expression.

Shigeo Kageyama lowered his hands. The last trace of hope in his heart vanished. This man called Saitama truly was that kind of existence.

He could not be restrained at all. The survival of the world rested on a single thought of his.

The detached, indifferent demeanor Saitama revealed now was growing ever closer to the expression of the "person" Shigeo had seen in his prophecy—the one who had fought Fatalism until the world was destroyed.

Saitama was actually rather lacking when it came to abilities. He could not fire lasers or energy blasts, and he could not even fly. In outer space, he would even instinctively hold his breath.

But he had pushed the basic abilities belonging to a human being to unimaginable heights.

He could not fly, yet one powerful leap was enough to take him from the moon back to the ground.

He could not fire energy blasts, yet the shockwave from a punch was enough to "part a planet’s hair down the middle."

His power had completely lost its "limits," making it harder and harder for him to find satisfaction in battle. That fervor had gradually cooled, leaving behind only the first glimmer of kindness within his human nature, allowing him to become a Hero for Fun.

Yet these people kept using him, provoking him, treating him as some kind of systematized object to be conquered and influenced.

Whether it was the man pretending to be a supermarket owner, gradually depriving him of his sense of achievement.

Or the one who had deliberately called himself "for fun" in reverse to wake him up…

Saitama now completely understood the game Eternal Destiny and Bai Cangshu had been playing around him.

He did not actually mind being used. If necessary, they could even slander him; he would not care.

But in that brief battle just now, the indifference with which those two treated not only their own lives but the lives of everyone in this world as insignificant made Saitama feel utterly sickened.

Yes, he could clearly sense that Mercenary Tao had deliberately lured that man into attacking. He had intentionally angered him and made him attack because Mercenary Tao had calculated that Saitama and the bad-tempered brat would intervene…

And that "supermarket owner" understood everything as well. He knew that Saitama and the bad-tempered brat would save Mercenary Tao, so he had chosen to attack the entire city, even the entire continent.

He had used this method to force them to abandon Mercenary Tao, and even…

He was certain Saitama would not kill him.

Saitama liked fighting. Thinking during a battle was reasonable, but the thoughts and judgments of these two carried a stench that disgusted him.

There was none of the "passion" belonging to a normal living creature. It was as if everything had a path, and they were making choices according to that "optimal" path.

Looking at the prompt on the Space Panel and the shattered crown above his head, Shiyu’s expression shook. But he quickly adjusted his mindset and gradually calmed down.

Shiyu, the Reincarnator identity of Eternal Destiny, had gradually grown accustomed to being called Eternal Destiny after obtaining the Supreme Expert’s Crown. Only now did Shiyu recall with some discomfort that he was Shiyu, not Eternal Destiny.

Furthermore, the Supreme Expert’s Crown known as Eternal Destiny was not particularly compatible with him. Its shattering was not an unacceptable loss. There were only about two mission cycles left until the next selection cycle…

His mind rapidly weighed the gains and losses as he soothed himself.

His breathing was slightly disordered. Shiyu also understood clearly that this state of mind itself revealed his "fear."

Looking at Saitama, whose expression was unlike any he had ever seen in either the anime or mission worlds, Shiyu felt once more the fear that only emerged when one’s life and death were no longer in one’s own control.

Something… had changed in Saitama…

"Hehe, Mr. Saitama, we…"

Saitama drew back his right hand. Shiyu’s breathing instinctively halted, and divine power flowed through his body. In an instant, the immense fear he himself radiated, mixed with the fear produced by the people of Z-City after witnessing his divine finger descend twice in succession, began to be absorbed by him.

As a Veritas God Race bloodline improved by the Goddess at the cost of an S-rank Singularity, he did not need to rely on the emotions generated by human prayers. Instead, he could directly use human emotions to strengthen his divine power.

But even this power could not give him much sense of security now.

Saitama swung his arm. The creaking of muscles and bones rubbing together made the man before him, whose aura had begun to grow even stronger, take a step back.

"Are you afraid?"

"Is it because what I did exceeded your expectations?"

Warning, AE21154911. Your actions have caused Special Plot Character Saitama to develop transcendent-dimensional traits, which will create unpredictable effects on this world. Cease contact immediately.

Warning, AE21154911. Move away from Special Plot Character Saitama immediately.

Warning, AE21154911...

Shiyu merely glanced at it before shifting his gaze away from the Space Panel. The Black King was already a kind of "BUG" within the Space, a Special Reincarnator who should not exist.

For such an existence to appear and prompt the Space to issue warnings like this was nothing unusual.

But right now…

He raised both hands before himself. At the same time, his Veritas divine power surged limitlessly, ready to activate True Immortal State at any moment.

"Mr. Saitama, could you listen to my explanation?"

"You also desire an opponent you can fight on equal terms, don’t you…"

Before his "verbal persuasion" could truly begin, Saitama interrupted him once again. At this moment, Saitama displayed a rare oppressiveness.

"So you had to drag everyone into this like this…"

Saitama’s words did not sound like a question. They sounded more like he had finally received an answer.

But clearly, he did not like that answer.

Saitama stepped forward, staring coldly at Shiyu as he drew his right fist back to his waist.

In that instant, a clear sense of death appeared in Shiyu’s mind. He unleashed his divine power at once, his body expanding massively within it.

Saitama’s punch had already been thrown.