Saitama's POV

It's sad isn't it?

The B-Class Hero groaned. Not him again.

Watching them bumble around, engrossed in their futile efforts to stop something that is completely unstoppable. It's almost admirable, honestly, such obstinacy in the face of death. It's like watching ants digging in a trench in an effort to stop a tsunami, a complete waste of time.

"Says the guy who spends his time inside other people's heads!"

Well, you chose to let me in here, in a manner of speaking.

"Yeah, but you're the one who chooses to keep haunting my mind."

Oh really? Do you have any idea how boring it is in here? Rewatching countless memories of YOU being bored and finishing off monsters in one blow isn't very stimulating. At least Psykos and Blast had interesting fights. Although to be fair it is more pleasant in here than Tornado of Terror's.

"Then why are you still in my head?"

Why not?

"Sensei." Genos walked in, a bowl of steaming cupped noodles in one hand and a newspaper and manga tucked under the other. "Your lunch. Also I've brought the reading materials you've requested."

"Thanks man." Slurping up the noodles, he flipped open the manga.

"Speaking of which Sensei, there is a…" his disciple's voice however was slowly drowned out as that gravelly voiced irritant started speaking again.

Before you I roamed freely, now I am shackled to you, trapped in this cage. What was it that Boros told you? To give him stimulus? I would like the very same thing. The only thing keeping me on the side of sanity is the allure of power an-

"Shut the fuck up! Why are you so talkative?"

Genos blinked, looking hurt. "I'm sorry Sensei, if you find that my request is unreasonable then-"

"No, no, it's… arghhhh". Saitama massaged his temples furiously, which coincided with his disciple's phone ringing. "Nevermind. Go answer that."

Geno's POV

The S-Class cyborg flipped open his phone and held it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

A familiar elderly voice came from the other end. "Genos."

"Silverfang. What's the matter?"

"I'm in a bit of a predicament. I was hoping to call Saitama, but I couldn't find his number so-"

'Sensei is preoccupied at the moment. What's wrong."

"I am currently facing a Monster, and I need help. The Hero Association has already promised to contact the Army, but this Monster is a powerful one. If you're nearby, can you come help me finish it off?"

The Demon Cyborg looked over at his Sensei, who was currently picking the dried shrimp out of the soup. "Apologies Silverfang, but I too am currently preoccupied with other duties. However, I will pass on your request for stronger reinforcements to the Hero Association."

Atomic Samurai's POV

The S-Class Samurai looked down disdainfully at the blood-stained blade of his katana, the blood that belonged to his former Council member Harigiri. Pulling out a cloth, he carefully cleaned the blood off his sword, thinking back to what Harigiri had said shortly before he was killed.

The Monster Association eh?

"Master!" As soon as he pushed open the door his three disciples rushed forward. "Did anything happen in the Council of…" Judging from their widening eyes they could smell the blood.

"Iai… It seems the Hero Hunter isn't our only problem."

Ring ring!

"Master." Bushidrill gestured towards his pocket. "Your phone."

"Mm? Oh." Sheathing his sword, he pulled out his phone. "Atomic Samurai speaking."

"Atomic Samurai."

"Oh, Silverfang."

"A Mysterious Being attacked my dojo, and I am unable to handle it on my own. My strikes were completely ineffective against it. I need you to come help me finish it off."

A chill ran down the swordman's spine. A Monster that even Silverfang couldn't defeat? Was this from the Monster Association?

"I am on my way."

Bang's POV

Snapping shut Charanko's handphone, the S-Class martial artist tossed it back to his disciple.

"Do you need to call any other heroes, Master? I can get their numbers from the Hero Association website."

He sighed. Calling other Heroes was pointless. This Monster was strong. The ones that would come couldn't handle it, and the ones that could handle it wouldn't come. "No, Charanko, it's ok. Go down to the city and make sure nobody comes up here."

"Yes Master!" Grabbing his disciple, he quietly leapt out from the vegetation he was hiding behind and landed a few flights down the stairs. As soon as Charanko ran off, he leapt back.

He had fought it to a standstill, but despite multiple blows it had suffered no visible injuries. It was now curled up in front of his dojo, asleep.

"Brother."

"Ah, Bomb."

His brother crouched down beside him in the bushes he was hiding in, looking at the Monster warily, who had just rolled over and was now using one of the Monster carcasses as a pillow.

"I'm here now, let's take it."

"No, wait, this Monster is strong. We must not needlessly tire ourselves, especially now that my former student Garou has decided to join in the Hero Hunting. I raised him myself, he isn't weak. I've already called Atomic Samurai and Genos said he'll send someone else to help. We'll wait for them to arrive, then-"

The two brothers were distracted by the sound of approaching engines, and missiles impacted the Monster's head, waking it up.

Zombieman's POV

The S-Class walked out of the takoyaki shop in mild shock, unable to believe what he had just heard.

A single person had utterly destroyed the House of Evolution?

No, that wasn't the part he should be focusing on. That would be the face that it wasn't even by the hand of his fellow S-Class Demon Cyborg.

He had always known that sooner or later the House of Evolution would come in direct conflict with the Hero Association. Genus's sick, twisted ideology would never allow him to stay hidden forever, nor would the Hero Association ever tolerate such monstrosities.

He had always been cautious of that day. While defeating the Beast King and Mosquito Girl would be an achievable victory for most S-Classes, and the majority of A-Classes could handle all the other, weaker underlings, the real problem was Carnage Kabuto. That thing would never have fled when it could fight, and few could stand up to it. Even the top S-Classes would have struggled. That would mean that even if he had been defeated in the remote mountains it would have been breaking news heard around the world.

Yet, from what he had heard, Kabuto's killer had not even bothered reporting the victory.

He had been birthed by the House, spent the bulk of his existence in it, saw what horrors it was filled with. Monsters that would easily have earned Demon and Dragon level Threat-rankings had their existence been known had been effortlessly wiped out in a single day. And it was not in a pitched battle that would have filled Genus with righteous anger and caused him to rebuild the House with even greater vigor, as was his character when he suffered setbacks. This was, according to him, a defeat so great that it caused him to completely give up his ideologies, yet to the victor it was so insignificant it was not worth mentioning.

He would normally have dismissed this as a foolish joke, that his creator's brain had broken down from his days of strange research, if not for the description of the man.

Yellow suit. Red gloves. A white cape. And bald. The same man who had torn through every attempt to subdue him and was now held in the Hero Association. The Hero Hunter.

Looks like… the threat we're facing is greater than imagined.

A screech echoed through the air, and an enormous claw plucked the immortal Hero up into the air.

King's POV

"King."

The World's Strongest Man turned around to see his fellow Hero Child Emperor, who was looking up at him with a quizzical expression.

"Why did he call you a fake?"