A/N: I do not read the manga, so if anything happens within a month after Boros other than that Pig-Demon-Thing, then please push it forward in timeline. Also, please review and tell me your first impression of the story. If you make it through the whole thing, then review again and tell me what you think then. In the meantime, enjoy.

It has been a week since the death of Lord Boros, many people still had not heard, but Boros' father, the ruler of their home world, had heard, and was now sitting inside his castle, weeping for the death of his son. One of his advisors came in, but took only a few steps into the grand hall before stopping. The King looked up from his mourning, his eye red with all the crying he had done, when seeing the advisor, he tried to take up a more proper pose, but failed horribly. The advisor, still standing near the tall double doors, called out, "Your majesty, please stop your weeping! Your planet needs a strong king!" The King, looking over at him shouted, "Why are you all the way over there?" The advisor did not respond, but instead looked at the bodies splattered around the King's throne, who in his grief, struck down any that got near him. When the advisor regained eye contact, he replied, "No reason." The King, furious and sorrowful at the same time, thought of when Boros had started to conquer the galaxy in his name, and he knew what had to be done. "Find his cousin, Taras, and tell him what has happened."

| 征服王のいとこ |

|The Conqueror's Cousin|

Play One Punch Man Theme, The Hero

A few days later, at the Far Reaches of the Galaxy

As thunder boomed outside the castle on the mountain, and purple flashes streaked past the window, a lax Taras lounged on the thrown. Taras spun an intricately designed circlet of blue gemstones around his fore finger, sitting back, using the dead king's head as a foot rest. Taras smiled as the large main doors to the chamber creaked open to allow a shaky figure to enter. This new person caused quite a ruckus, as they were wearing a set of armor that seemed to be a size bigger then what he needed. Taras, interested in what this new challenger would do, focused on him, his eye becoming almost a slit. Seeing this, the challenger gulped, then pulled out a sword and said what they came to say.

"You bastard, you had my people enslaved, so we turned away," gulping again, the young challenger steeled himself to say the next part of his speech, "But you couldn't just let us go, so you came and killed us all!" pointing the sword at Taras' eye, he shouted with a final cry, "AND FOR THAT I'M GOING TO KILL YOU AND CUT OUT YOUR EYE!"

Silence followed, only being broken by crash of thunder outside. Finished waiting to see if the speech continued, Taras cocked his head back and started laughing menacingly. Seeing this, the challenger backed up a few steps, unsure of what den of lions he'd thrown himself into. But he had to carry it out, otherwise he wouldn't be able to call himself a man, and steeling himself once more, he charged.

The challenger brought his sword down in an arc, hoping to cleave Taras' head clean off his shoulders, but instead was shocked to see the blade snap and shatter as it met Taras' wrist guard. The young one backed away, terrified, holding in a shaky hand the blade that had snapped in half. The challenger, knowing he was defeated, started a mad dash towards the entrance. But he was stopped as a flash passed next to him and stopped right in front of him. Taras stared at him, a grin on his face, letting the terror sink into his victim before he began, "You think you could defeat me with just a sword?" When he started to run again, another flash and Taras was in front of him again, "We gave you shelter from evil of the galaxy, but your king was stupid and declared freedom," but was interrupted again when he started running. Deciding he wouldn't let him run anymore, he started running around the challenger so fast that the light green of his skin became almost a neon wall. "You called him a hero, when you should have called him a menace. Defending him and throwing your lives away from a revolutionary. Now before I kill you, I have one last thing to say…" stopping suddenly, the disorientated challenger was only quick enough to see the hand that would end him held up, as Taras whispered, "You brought this on yourself," as he sent a forceful flick, taking the challenger's head, along with the helmet, off his neck. It hurtled through the air, until it slammed into the door and smashed to pieces, sending drops of blood and pieces of skull everywhere, some of which landing on the messenger, who had arrived just in time to see the spectacle.

Taras seeing the messenger, sighed in annoyance. Leaving the beheaded corpse where it lay, walked back to the throne, kicking the king's skull out of the way to shatter against the wall, and plopped down in the seat. He rested his elbows on his knees as he laced his fingers together to form a rest for his chin. He stared with contempt at the messenger, who looked horrified to have blood on him, and Taras took solace in that fact. Walking forward, the messenger acted like the challenger, gulping to steel himself, but before he could begin, Taras started, in a tone that caused the messenger to step back.

"What is it that my uncle wants this time?"

Gulping, the messenger raised a finger, but was stopped again as Taras went on. "Does he want me to go to another rebellious. Or OH! Let me guess! He wants me to conquer an entirely new planet! Or is it another attempt by him to get me to join Boros and his stupid pirate group…" Seeing his opportunity when Taras mentioned his cousin, the messenger took it, "Lord Boros is dead!"

Silence persisted again, thunder breaking it again, but it wasn't a bored silence as it was before, instead, it was one where the people were too shocked to even speak. Minutes passed, as Taras stared, his eye wide with shock, but he managed to compose himself, his eye thinning to once again the condescending slit that it had formed before. Standing again, Taras started to walk towards the messenger, who started backing up in fear for his life. "Yes and how did you get this information?"

The messenger gulped again, although it was a less nervous gulp, because they had an answer to the question. "One of your cousin's crew members survived the attack and was able to get enough of the salvaged technology together to form a transmitter. From there he signaled our home world and told us of the sorrowful news." Taras seemed unimpressed by this news, scoffing at it, as he used his height to look down on the messenger, who gulped again. Turning away again, he sat back down in the throne staring intently at the messenger for a few seconds. He sighed, "So what does my uncle want me to do about it?" Shocked that he had gotten him to come to this, the messenger continued, "He wants you to go to the planet, and kill every last being on it."

Looking out the window, Taras tried to perceive what kind of being could have killed Boros. To him, Boros was weak, and he could easily defeat him, and crush the rest of the universe underfoot if he wanted to. But he didn't have the lust for battle that drove Boros to search for the answer to a prophecy, that eventually lead to his death. He normally just stayed in the palace, letting others get their hands dirty for him. But when he was pushed, he would wipe out any being that stood in his path, leaving only a stain where they stood. But Boros was still strong, and to the rest of the universe, he was its conqueror. What kind of being could overpower Boros, even with his regeneration?

Looking back to the messenger, who stood at attention, Taras asked the question that mattered. "What planet did he die on?" Knowing that Lord Taras was now willing to hunt down the killer, the messenger replied, "Our correspondent told us that the name of the planet is Earth, and that it resides in the Stardust Galaxy, or as the Earthlings like to refer to it as, the Milky Way." With this in mind, Taras did the math in his head, trying to figure out the time it would take to get there, concluding it would only take about a month, instead of twenty years as it did in Boros' case, because he had a set course instead of wandering aimlessly. The next question on Taras' mind was not as easily answered as his first. "No we don't know the exact killer, but from what our informant tells us, we have a good idea of who it might be. You see, they have a class system on Earth, what they call civilians and heroes. The civilians are normal everyday people, and the heroes protect them. The highest level in the heroes, is a subclass called 'S', with about twenty earthlings. No one on the planet is more powerful than them, and they are the most likely candidates for Lord Boros' killer."

Taras nodded at this. This would be good information to have when he arrived. He had a plan of action in place, he had a set course, now all that was left was to make whoever killed his cousin suffer, and to massacre the Earth's entire species. Knowing what lay before him, Taras strode back to the throne, picked up something cylindrical, and started walking for the exit. The messenger hurried behind him, lugging a large bag of money. "Wait! Lord Taras! You haven't accepted your compensation from King…" Stopping short, Taras looked back to the messenger, who seeing a look of annoyance, stopped short from fear. A second passed before Taras began to speak.

"I have no need for that compensation," and began to walk again. Confused, the messenger asked why. Turning again back to the messenger, Taras spoke, "I have no need for it because I may not like my cousin, who at the drop of a hat, goes gallivanting off to the far side of the universe, just so he can fight some strong guy, but anyone who messes with my family, will have to answer to me. Personally." Taras began walking away again, just so he wouldn't have to talk to the messenger. Looking at Taras' back, the messenger looked down at the bag of money, thinking of what he could use it to buy. Suddenly, his vision was impaired as his sight was hued over by red. Terrified, the messenger looked at Taras, who had turned back and now had his hand outstretched, his closing fist synchronized with the crushing of his skull.

Tears streaking down his face, the messenger pleaded for his life, but was only met by a fist as his head imploded in on itself, his corpse falling over the bag and dampening the fabric with its blood. Turning away from the grisly scene, Taras began walking away again, finishing his speech as he did. "And that includes those who try to wrongfully take from us what doesn't belong to them."

Exiting the castle, Taras stared out at the landscape, bodies of those who had fallen to protect the rebellious king littered the ground as claps of thunder echoed across the rocky hills and flashes of lightening illuminated it all, causing weird reflections in the puddles of blood. Turning his gaze towards the sky, Taras stared out at the rest of the universe, as the clouds cleared enough to show the wide expanse of stars and planets. There he gave his promise to his cousin.

"You might have been annoying, but we were still family. I will find your killer and bring him to justice, and no matter what, I will make him suffer."

"Oh, hello there! It's me! The challenger that had faced Lord Taras earlier in the chapter! My name isn't actually 'Challenger' if you were interested, my name is actually… wait, I can't say that?! Why Not!? Screw your word limit! My name is Cusant and I…"

Sorry about that folks! I had to get him away from the keyboard, he was just a little upset he didn't have a bigger impact! Anyways… NEXT TIME ON OPM: The Path to Vengeance…

| 狩りが始まる |

|The Hunt Begins!|

"I might have a cameo in one of the next chapters if enough of you support my struggles! Being a ghost and all is a pretty tough jo…"

Please don't folks, it's hard enough to deal with Red when he's in his dreams, but this guy too! Please don't support him.