Holocho scratched his head. Gazing up at the ginormous spaceship above, he wondered if he could be bothered to follow Saitama up there. If he did, he would have the enormous task of trying to clear out the whole kilometers-long flying object. It would really be a chore.

His stomach suddenly dropped as he realised that, if Saitama destroyed all the aliens inside the ship, he would most certainly rise above him in rank. He could not let that happen. If Saitama destroyed enough aliens, he could even rise to S class before him.

Gritting his teeth, he prepared himself for the momentous task ahead. However, as he was about to jump, he remembered something he was thinking about as he was idling on the rooftop during the S class meeting. A new technique - one that possibly enabled him to fly.

"So… maybe if I move my legs up and down real fast, like treading water…"

He jumped into the air, frantically kicking at the air as if treading water. To his great surprise, he rocketed up, far above the spaceship before he realised he was overdoing it. He let out a small yelp of surprise but quickly calmed down as he took in the breathtaking view of the land below. The behemoth of a ship seemed rather insignificant compared to the boundless earth and its oceans.

Or perhaps his breath was being taken away because of the lack of air kilometers above ground.

The air around him started to grow even colder. Thanks to his hero costume, the well-made insulation shielded against extreme temperatures, protecting him from the worst of the chill, but now the cold began to seep through, causing a small shiver to run through him. But ears felt as if they were about to fall off, the costume offered no protection whatsoever to his head.

Above him, as the sky darkened to a deep sapphire, a spectacular view of space opened up before his eyes. His breath was taken away for real - the countless myriads of stars he saw with a startling clarity inducing a certain feeling of insignificance. He was a mere speck amongst trillions and trillions. He wondered where from between the stars the invaders had come - the possibilities were endless. Maybe there are others like them wherever they come from, ready to commence an invasion on his planet. Or maybe they were a group of alien refugees fleeing from a menace, only for miscommunication to lead them to attacking earth.

He briefly wondered how the S class heroes were doing down below. The alien ship had probably started trying to bombard the city again. Hopefully the heroes were thwarting their efforts. He had confidence that they were, they weren't S class heroes for nothing.

As Holocho rose higher and higher, the boy suddenly realised it was getting hard to breathe properly. A sudden realisation struck him. If it was getting hard to breathe… that meant there wasn't much air. If there wasn't enough air, he'd be unable to wave punch! He'd be stuck up here!

Holocho briefly tried to re-orientate himself by swimming in the air, failing miserably. He folded his arms and legs into a meditative pose and huffed. He'd better find a way to stop his ascent or he'd soon be spaced, and that would be a really lame way to die. As he thought over how to return back down, his mental cogs started to turn.

"If I can do a gentle enough wave punch, one of those bigger sorts… maybe I can push myself around…?"

He unfolded himself, standing up in the air. With a soft push, just hard enough to create a shockwave, he sent himself spinning slowly backwards. A wide grin spread across the boy's face. With another gentle wave punch, he re-orientated himself so that his head was pointing down towards earth.

He smiled mischievously. He wasn't going to let the baldy steal all his glory.


The baldy was feeling extremely confused. Everywhere he went looked the same - same colour walls, same everything. He was beginning to think that he was seeing the same dead aliens splattered against the wall. Maybe only choosing the right path was... wrong? He decided to ask the next alien he came across to take him to their leader instead of immediately killing them, but it wasn't entirely his fault. they kept on attacking him!

"Hello? Anyone there?" Saitama asked, pounding against a random door he happened to notice.

There was no response.

Saitama gave the door a little tug. "Why is everything here locked- whoops."

He'd accidentally pulled the door off. "Huh. Flimsy."

He discarded the door and peered inside the gaping hole he'd made. The room was empty, the aliens previously inside long gone.

"Hey! You!"

Saitama frowned. Where'd that sound come from?

"You! The hairless one!"

The hairless one cast around angrily. "Who said that?"

He knocked the side of his head with his knuckles. "Why does it sound like you're inside my head?"

"It's telepathy, idiot! I'm a psychic!"

"Cool… Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter! Turn back or die! If you don't retreat, I'll kill you with everything I have! Go any further and you're dead!"

Saitama's demeanour instantly changed into confusion. "Retreat? I'm lost! Where's the exit!"

"That's right! You have no idea where you are! I'll guide you to the exit," the voice said, sounding relieved.

However, the voice fell silent. A dull crash sounded in the distance, accompanied by a jarring shudder.

"Hello? Aren't you going to guide me to the exit?" Saitama asked the empty air.

There was no response. Saitama suddenly felt stupid for trying to talk to empty air.

"Maybe I was hearing voices," he thought to himself, trying to piece things together. "Or… that sound was Holocho…?"

The bald hero scratched his chin. "Might as well check it out, I'm lost anyway."


Holocho stood, dusting himself off. His little fall from the sky had sent him burrowing through the ship far faster than he'd expected, resulting in him crashing through several decks of the giant spaceship. Thankfully he'd managed to penetrate through the ship... Who knows what sort of damage would have occurred if he'd accidentally knocked the giant spaceship onto City A. Now, however he had no idea where he was, but he supposed that he wouldn't have had any idea where he was if he'd landed anywhere else anyway. Casting around, he could see a number of lit displays showing various diagrams. Maybe he was in a sort of control room.

A viscous black substance dripped off his hand onto the floor.

"Huh? What's this?" Holocho thought, raising his hand closer to his eye. The gloved hand was covered in a thick slimy liquid.

"Ugh! I'm covered in it!"

Holocho's eyes widened in disgust at the slime covering his body. "What is this stuff?!"

He noticed the splattered carcass of a dark blue octopus-like alien under his feet illuminated by the light shining through the hole he'd made in the ceiling. The same slimy goo was pooling out from under it.

"Ohhh nooooo…"

He heard a small whimper to his side. Turning, he saw a small alien cowering against the wall. Apparently the shockwave of his impact when he landed hadn't killed them all.

"Hey! Holocho!" Saitama called, entering through the door of the room Holocho had landed in. He took a look at the goo-drenched Holocho and immediately backed away.

"Hey! Why're you running away?" said Holocho.

Saitama shook his head and pointed a disgusted finger at the growing pool of blood under Holocho's feet.

"That's blood, and I don't want that on my suit! It's really hard to wash off!"

"Wait, it's blood? Not brain fluid or something?" the boy asked.

"Of course it's blood! What sort of alien has dark blue brains?"

Holocho perked up at the fact he wasn't drenched in brains, but his shoulders quickly slumped. "Aww man… my costume's ruined now!"

He jumped up and down, trying to shake off as much blood as he could before it dried and stuck to his hero costume. Cracks appeared under his feet, the combination of his rough landing in the room and now his frantic jumping damaging the deck.

"Hey!" Saitama yelled, trying fruitlessly to avoid the shower of blood Holocho stirred up. Blood rained down on him, decorating his bright yellow costume with specks of dark blue blood. He hastily tried to rub the blood off, but that just resulted in him smearing the blood all over his costume.

"Now my costume's bloody as well!" he said angrily, shaking a fist at Holocho.

"Haha, you look like a dalmatian!" Holocho said, laughing. "Saitama the bald dalmatian!"

Saitama groaned. "Let's just go find that boss guy."

He walked over to the lone cowering alien and loomed over it. "Hey, you. Tell me where your boss is."

The alien shrank back, fear evident in its green face.

Saitama's face darkened.

"G-g-go straight a-ahead, then t-turn l-l-l-left!" the alien squealed, now completely pale.

Saitama frowned. "Is that it?"

The reptilian alien nodded as if its life depended on it. It did.

Saitama gestured halfheartedly at Holocho, who was still trying to get rid of the dark blue blood on his black costume. "Let's go kill this boss guy. It's getting kinda boring in here."


S class heroes. The top of the top. The pride of the Hero Association. Each one mighty enough to withstand and defeat a Demon level threat or more. Even they were gaping at the giant alien warship hovering above City A. Even though they were standing on the tallest building in the city, they felt a sense of insignificance - they seemed like mere ants compared to such a large space ship. What overwhelmed them was the fact that an alien species had actually managed to build such a large city-sized object and had managed to make it fly like that - how technologically advanced were they to manage that feat?

Genos, however, was unfazed. Instead of letting the sheer size of the warship bother him, he was searching for any sign of his Master or Holocho. They were nowhere to be seen. The cyborg could only assume they had boarded the spaceship somehow. Now that he was looking carefully, he could just make out a small hole in the side of the alien craft.

"That must be where one of them entered through." Genos reasoned. "But that hole's too small for both of them. Did they enter one at a time? That would be ridiculous."

Suddenly, a searingly bright streak of fire raced from the heavens, colliding ferociously with the spaceship, sending vast waves of pressure flying into the air. The heroes crouched down, bracing against the fierce wind that rocked the building.

"What was that?!" Atomic Samurai exclaimed.

"A high-velocity projectile just attacked the space craft!" Child Emperor shouted.

"Was it Metal Knight?" Sitch asked, emerging from the floor below, grunting at the strain of pulling himself up.

"No, he doesn't use pure kinetic projectiles like that one, he uses missiles that explode on contact," Child Emperor said, pulling up a replay of the 'projectile'. "You see? That thing went straight through the surface of the ship. It probably penetrated through multiple layers of the ship."

Genos allowed himself a small smile. He knew it wasn't an ordinary projectile but actually Master or Holocho making a tactical entrance. Perhaps Master was giving a visual demonstration of his power.

Unfortunately, Genos was given no time to ponder what his Master was doing for a new threat reared its ugly head.

A new alien burst into view, soaring into view from above, its formidable stature and broad wings casting a dark shadow over the gathered heroes. Numerous heroes gave small gasps of disgust and surprise at its deformed shape - instead of a single head, this dark skin-coloured being had multiple heads jutting out at various angles that seemed to meld together at the neck. From its menacing size and confidence, Genos could tell that this alien was more powerful than your average monster.

"There… are… more lifeforms?" a head said lethargically.

"Yes… more… un-weak lifeforms…" a head facing the heroes intoned.

"That is good… a suitable test of power…"

The abomination pulled into a steep dive, soaring towards the gathered heroes. As they were S class heroes, the best of the best, each of them sprang into a fighting position, unfazed by the looming threat. The King Engine roared to life. Before the alien had a chance to act, it was shredded and pummelled into a pulp. By the time the heroes were finished, there was no trace of the alien left.

"That was pathetic!" Tatsumaki said arrogantly. "Good riddance! Such an ugly alien doesn't deserve to live!"

Bang hmed with thought. "It's almost as if the monster wanted to die. I wonder why it charged at us so suicidally?"


"Lifeforms… stronger than… expected…"

"That is not good… must inform ship…"

The alien was standing in a dark doorway facing the Hero Association headquarters. Its body had been beaten to a pulp, but it hadn't been anywhere near enough to kill it. After being defeated, its particles had been scattered into the wind, but a small chunk had managed to find its way to the doorway. The alien was now slowly regenerating, planning its next move.

"I'll go," a head said, detaching itself from its main body, trails of goo dripping from it. A pair of small bat-like wings sprouted from its sides.

"That is good… we will distract…"

The monster's multiple heads melded together, its body reshaping like play-dough. Within a few seconds, the alien's body had completed its transformation. Instead of multiple heads, it had a single elongated head. Rows of eyes were stacked on top of each other. The alien grinned, revealing layers of little blunt teeth.

"What are we going to do about that giant spaceship?" Puri Puri Prisoner asked, gazing at the ominous purple dreadnought.

"Well, apart from sending that one soldier down to attack us, it hasn't done anything wrong. We should send an ambassador on board and hear what they want," Child Emperor said. "It's too big to take down anyway. Maybe Metal Knight could, but he's not responding to us."

"Well, this is boring. This isn't a God level threat. You called me away from my little sister's piano recital for nothing!" Metal Bat said, frustrated. "I'm leaving."

"Wait!" Sitch called. "Could you just stay a while longer, just in case?"

Metal Bat harrumphed. "Fine. One more minute!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind assailed the heroes. The alien had returned.

"Again? I thought we killed this guy?" Atomic Samurai said.

The alien grinned arrogantly. "Nowhere near! But carry on! Resist our invasion!"

One of its arms morphed into a giant mallet. "Entertain me!"

Immediately, the cocky alien was assaulted by many of the more eager heroes. Genos fired incineration blasts, Metal Bat and Atomic Samurai swung their weapons and Puri Puri Prisoner and Superalloy Darkshine pummelled the alien with their fists.

However, as strong the S class heroes were, they weren't the best at working together, mostly because they'd never done so before.

"Genos! Be careful! You almost burnt my hair!" Metal Bat shouted.

"I apologise-"

"Get out the way, Puri Puri Prisoner! Stop pushing me!" Atomic Samurai yelled, trying to swing his katana amidst the chaos.

"It's not my fault your blade is so long," Puri Puri Prisoner replied suggestively.

Atomic Samurai growled. "Why does everything have to be so weird with you?"

"I'm sorry, but-"

"Shut up and just fight!" Metal Bat yelled, swinging his bat like there was no tomorrow.

Bang sighed. Watching the S class heroes was like watching a bunch of 10-year-olds. Even though they were the best of the best, they were so childish to each other. A month or two at his dojo would certainly fix that, teach them some discipline. He sighed. However, as powerful as they were, they weren't doing anything to kill the alien they were simultaneously attacking. All the damage they inflicted was being regenerated instants after, the slimy play-dough-like substance the alien was made of seemed to just meld right back into shape. Bang's eyes widened slightly as he realised it was only a matter of time before the heroes were caught off-guard and hit. And judging by the damage done to the rooftop, the alien hit like a battering ram.

"I'm bored. I'm leaving." Tatsumaki tossed her head arrogantly, a green glow surrounding her body. She rose into the air.

A sudden aggressive swing sent the S class heroes flying. The alien stood as it reformed its body, It grinned malevolently, pointing a finger to the sky. "It's too late. The ship will concentrate fire on us."

A series of gasps filled the brief silence.

"Artillery! The ship's firing at us!"

The glow around Tatsumaki intensified. Concentrating her power through a hand held out in front of her, she effortlessly stopped the shells in their paths, the same green glow surrounding the shells that were moments away from impacting the city.

The heroes cast around, bewildered. "What happened?"

Tatsumaki huffed. "You're all hopeless without me! It takes this long to beat one small fry? You should start over in class C!"

She flicked her finger up. The shells turned 180 degrees, pointing at the giant alien spaceship.

"I'm returning these shells!" Tatsumaki exclaimed. In unison, the artillery shells that came so close to wiping out City A were zipping back to their sender. A moment later, numerous explosions blossomed out on the underside of the ship, their intensity showing how close City A was to sheer destruction.


Saitama and Holocho ran down a long, gleaming hallway. It seemed quite different from the rest of the ship - instead of crude, organic-like architecture, this hallway seemed more refined. Quickly approaching them was a gigantic door, made of the same purple metal as the rest of the ship, only it was significantly more polished. Holocho grinned and leapt forward, propelling him towards the door at amazing speeds and leaving Saitama in the dust, the shockwaves created from the force of his jump denting the floor. With a thunderous punch, the door was blown from its hinges, opening up to a vast chamber.

The chamber was better described as a throne room. Made up of the same purplish material as the rest of the ship, most of the room was empty save for a set of steps leading up to a raised platform. Rows of grand purple columns lined the sides of the hall. An imposing figure adorned with an ornate set of golden armour and purple spiky hair sat expressionlessly on a grand, gleaming throne in the centre of the raised platform. Above him, a large glowing purple orb shone with a startling light, illuminating the chamber with an ominous hue.

"Hello! Are you the leaders of the invaders?" Holocho asked eagerly, waving a hand at the seated alien.

The alien stood, maintaining his calculating one-eyed stare as it strode towards the duo. The air crackled with tension until the alien finally spoke. "Yes. I am the ruler of the aliens who you have killed so mercilessly."

Holocho shifted. "Well, you did try and destroy City A."

"And yet your 'City A' is still standing."

The alien smiled a mad smile. "You dealt with it most splendidly!"

"I think something's wrong with this guy," Saitama whispered, to which Holocho nodded subtly.

"I am perfectly fine, thank you. You may have prevented the destruction of your city, but now that you aren't there to protect it… "

Saitama and Holocho exchanged a worried glance.

The alien leapt down, landing right in front of the two heroes, dwarfing them with his size.

"Which one of you shall I fight first?"

Saitama and Holocho looked at each other. Saitama shrugged. Holocho broke out in a grin.

"Before we fight, let me know your name. I lead a band of thieves known as Dark Matter. I am Lord Boros, dominator of the universe!"

"That's pretty cool! I'm a pro hero, Brutal Tempest! I am going to kill you."

"Good, straight to the point," Boros commended. "But you know what I want?"
Holocho frowned.

"There was a prophecy-"

A deafening chorus of explosions rocked the ship. Holocho's eyes widened. "You…"

Boros chuckled. "Your city is no more."

Holocho took a series of deep breaths, composing himself. With a sudden explosive shout, he launched himself at the alien, his fist barrelling into his stomach. Boros flew backwards, spitting blood. He crashed deep into a column. His armour sparked, cracks spidering across as he struggled to rise out of the wreckage.

"You're not dead?"

The armour finally gave away, bursting into pieces in a bright flash, exposing Boros's light blue skin. Dark blue lines ran along his arms and body, converging at a gleaming crimson orb in his chest.

"My armour… that holds in my overwhelming power… has been broken."

"Huh?"

"My armour was restraining my immeasurable, unrivalled power."

"Ah, yes…"

"Now, behold, my true power!"

Boros crouched down, crossing his arms in front of his head. With a grunt, the extraterrestrial unleashed a power he hadn't tasted in 20 years. His body convulsed, the dark blue streaks on his body glowing bright purple. His spine burst outwards, spikes growing on each bone, bringing forth dark blue skin that spread over his body.

The now dark blue alien grinned devilishly behind his crossed arms. He'd finished his transformation, now to give them a taste of his unleashed power. The Dominator of the Universe released his pent-up power, the jagged blue lines running across his body flashing purple. His energy pushed its way out of his body, bursting into a jagged purple aura coupled with high-velocity winds. Several blades of purple lightning danced around Boros's crouched figure, flashing irregularly, making Holocho feel as if he were in a nightclub. Not that he would really know how it would be inside one, of course.

The boy frowned. This opponent could be a cut above your average guy. He moved into a fighting stance, one similar to Bang's.

The light show stopped. Boros was done revelling in his long-untouched power. He was now ready for a fight like none other. One that finally stirred his spirit.

"It's time!"


The final showdown is about to happen. Holocho vs Boros.

Damn, this has been my longest chapter yet.


Reviews:

iHateFridays: Thanks, I enjoyed writing that as well! I hope you don't mind the lack of a big battle… It will take up the entirety of the next chapter.

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