Warning: Pretty major webcomic spoilers ahead

Geno's POV

"It's not nice to talk about people as if they're not there you know." Strangely enough the glow was now a different color, dark pink, although it covered the same areas as before.

The S-Class cyborg held his arm up, his cannons at the ready. "You."

A head flickered briefly over his Sensei's, too fast for even him to see who it was. "Hello there Genos, it's been a while."

"You know my name?"

"I know you, Genos." He regarded the others, almost in greeting. "Child Emperor, Metal Knight, Drive Knight," He turned his torso towards the wall roughly where the washroom was, where King presumably was. " the fake S-Class.".

"I know your powers, your strengths, your weaknesses. He may be dull and unalert, but I am not."

"Who are you?"

"I am your Master's legacy."

"Legacy?"

"When he trained to be a Hero, when he gained his limitless strength, he set himself on the path to world domination. Unfortunately, he has become far too apathetic to pursue greater things, far too unambitious to escape this boring, closeted life he leads. As such, I will finish what he started."

Genos hesitated. "Sensei's strength is powerful, but it's not enough to-"

"Are you that weak-willed, Genos? Of everyone here you of all people should know the unlimited power that lies within your superior, the boundless invulnerability and infinite destructive force. Have the words of these weaklings broken your faith, made you question your knowledge?" Saitama's body relaxed. "I mean you no offense Genos, but for a student you drastically lack perspective. Although that can hardly be faulted, based on the company you keep." A red gloved hand gestured around the room, at the other Heroes.

"Do not taunt us, Hunter." Metal Knight's robot stepped forward. "Cooperate, or we will destroy you."

The glow was silent for a moment. "I'm so sorry."

"For what."

"It must be so difficult to be so delusional, to have such a loose grip on reality. To have isolated yourself from society unti-"

"Silence!"

The face flickered again, this time for longer. It very closely resembled his Sensei, although he had a sharper chin and short yet thick hair. Its expression was that of a scornful snarl. "Do not think, Metal Knight, that you are free to insult me with impunity. Your hideout may be secret, but it is far from secure."

Before Metal Knight could argue, Child Emperor interrupted."What do you want? Why have you been hunting Heroes?"

"Because they are undeserving idols. These… Heroes gather such praise, reverence from the population. They have everything, and deserve none of it. I will not tolerate such impotent, unearned fame under my new rule."

"Your new rule?"

"Of course, that is only just." He placed his hand on his chest and straightened his pose into an almost refined posture. "This world was never meant to be ruled by humans. It was meant to be ruled by gods."

"You're not a god."

"No, but I am strong enough to be one. And in our world, that's all that matters. Power. Ask Homeless Emperor, whatever it was that gave him his power might have been a Monster, a spirit, a Hero, perhaps even a genuine deity, but that is irrelevant. What matters is that he, or she, has power, and is willing to give it to him."

"Homeless Emperor?"

"Oh, my apologies. I forgot you do not know who that is yet. I did not mean to spoil the surprise."

"Who is that? Is it a Mysterious Being? An Organization? Is it part of the Monster Assoc-"

"Tch tch tch, what did I say about spoilers?"

"Enough games." Drive Knight stepped forward, and grabbed his collar. "What manner of creature are you?"

"Again, it doesn't matter what I am, and I'm not dim-witted enough to tell you that anyway. All you need to know is that as of this moment I am already equal to Boros, and I have surpassed everything Garou is and ever will be."

Child Emperor grabbed his hand, and pulled it away from Sensei's. "That's not difficult, Garou is being held in our cells after an attack on three of our A-Classes. He is a common thug that barely equals Demon."

"You're young, you'll learn."

The S-Class child bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The point being, I have long surpassed any living S-class. And I have absorbed merely a fraction of his might! He still has so much to give! Soon every power he has will be mine, and soon I will claim my rig- our rightful place on top of this world."

Both Metal and Drive Knight stepped forward at the same time. "Listen-"

"If you're trying to intimidate me with your empty threats again, don't waste your breath. None of you can stop me. King was never any threat to begin with. I have long left Tornado of Terror in the dust, let alone any of you. As for Blast… let's just say he won't be bothering anyone, ever again."

He snuck a look at the clock. 45 more seconds.

"You don't believe me, do you? Very well then, allow me to demonstrate." With that he stood up, and broke his restraints.

Phoenix Man's POV

"Psykos." The Demon Class birdman approached his superior, who looked down at him curiously. "Earlier, during the meeting, what do you mean you foresaw it?"

His single-eyed superior's single eye looked up at the Monster King briefly, almost as if asking for permission, before looking back at him.

"I am sure you have heard of the Prophet Shibabawa? A short time ago, she foresaw a God level threat, one that would endanger all of humanity."

"Indeed."

"She was two decades too late. I have confided in you that I used to be under the tutelage of B-Class Blizzard of Hell, and that I left her 18 years ago. The reason is, when I was younger Phoenix Man, I saw a vision. I knew that one day there would be a threat, a grave threat that would endanger the entire world. A threat many magnitudes greater and more formdable than any threat ever was and ever will be."

"But Heroes, no, humans are weak. I knew that even if by some miracle a powerful coalition could be formed to oppose him, it would be subject to petty squabbling and inefficiency. It was impossible for any human force to defeat him, it was doubtful even if they did work together that they would be strong enough to."

"So, I knew what I had to do. I cast aside the weakness of Blizzard of Hell. I met the Monster King, and together we forged an army of monsters. Mysterious Beings are naturally above humans after all. There are members of our Organization stronger than any pro-Hero. Even Blast and King is no match for us when we combine our strength."

"Do not tell the others, or there will be chaos, but the truth is we did not form the Monster Association to rule the world, Phoenix Man. We formed it so that there was a chance that we would still have a world left once it arrived."

"Yet, I am still consumed by doubt. I have spent years building up this Organization, recruiting more and more Monsters and convincing more and more humans to become them. But even now, surrounded by all this might-"

Psykos looked down, and in her eyes was the presence of only one emotion. Fear.

"-I still have no confidence in us winning."

Fubuki's POV

"Unforgivable…" Both the B-Class Hero and her monstrous opponent turned around. Standing a hundred feet away was the S-Class Puri Puri Prisoner, clad in a generic prison outfit with a metal ball on his leg.

Relief flooded through the ESPer. She was nearing exhaustion and the Mysterious Being was nowhere near being defeated. The arrival of an S-Class Hero would no doubt tip the balance back in her favor.

Although...did it have to be that S-Class?

"Forcing beautiful men like these to serve you against their will…" a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he clenched his fists in anger.

Cackling with glee, the feminine monster snapped her whip towards him, causing panic to well up within the B-Class Rank 1.

If even he gets hypnotized I'm toast!

But the S-Class criminal simply caught it, and tore it away from her, tossing it into the distance.

"For all the men you enslaved today, I claim vengeance!" His muscles bulged, and his clothes tore off, revealing a sight the Leader of the Blizzard Group really did not want to see.

"Dark Angel Flash!"

Saitama's POV

Saitama groaned, blinking and rubbing at his eyes to get rid of the blurriness and trying to ignore the harsh lighting. Why did they paint the entire room white?

"Sensei." His disciple was standing in front of him, in a rough combat stance. He had both his cannons at the ready, but upon seeing that he was awake deactivated them.

"Oh Genos, how did the talk go?"

Genos pointed up around the room. There was a suspiciously child sized hole in the one way glass, and that one-eyed guy was stuck to the roof. At his feet was the head of that skinny robot, and on closer inspection the B-Class realised that Genos was balancing himself on one leg.

"Not good, Sensei."