Per popular demand, here's the prequel to NEO - Rise of The Furious Fist! Enjoy!
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The Dimensional Gap.
The boundless realm where colors mix into chaotic swirls, differing colors refusing to blend and fuse, always separated yet desperate to become something new, like paint that refuses to marry with the other colors.
An unexplored realm where no realm could fully explore, only make use of as extra space, boundless energy coursing through this realm unharnessed.
Only two inhabitants were known to live in this void-like realm.
The Infinite Dragon God, The Ouroboros.
And the True Dragon of Dragons, the Dragon of Dreams.
The first being the closest avatar of the concept of infinite.
The latter being the creature spawned from the dreams of all sentient things, from Divine to Beast to Mortal. The Dragon of Dragons, however, being a creature born from the imaginations of living things, was not a mature dragon despite its size, age, and power.
What was it doing in the infinite void?
Simple.
It was playing by itself.
Pretending to be a motorbike or a rocket flying through space, the immaturity inherited from the young since the dreams of children were strong compared to the adults.
Contrary to popular belief, it was not acting like the dragon the adults believed.
"BRRRRRRRRRRRR VROOM VROOM! VROOM-"
The dragon stopped upon sensing a major disturbance in the dimensional gap. Something he had never experienced before in his long life.
There was a ripple in the space of nothingness. Something powerful, very powerful even by its standards, was doing something in the distance.
The True Dragon stopped as he looked at the source of the disturbance, the colors vibrating from that direction.
The dragon could sense it. Whatever it was, the source of the disturbance was… far.
It was too far.
Even if the dragon enhanced his sight with his power over dreams, he could not see the source of that disturbance.
But he could see some-
"WHOA?!"
The dragon moved away its gargantuan red body just when it flew past him.
All he could see was something ridiculously smooth, a curved reflecting surface that shined light brighter than the source within the swarm of strange junk accompanying it.
Then the gap broke.
It broke in his eyes, like a window shattered by a rock, sucking everything from inside the gap to the other side when it was usually the other way around.
It surprised him as the speed moved so fast that it would have pierced through him like paper the moment he saw it.
But it would not.
Because he was the Dragon of Dragons…
Oh well. Not like it would come back to bite him.
Still, this was new even for him. What in the Gap could break through the dimensional boundary to Midgard like that?
XoX
On the other side, a certain brunette, female high-schooler sighed as she stared at the ocean. Staring at the seemingly endless dark blue under the hue of dusk sky.
How did my life turn out this way? - She lamented as she sat on the sandy surface, clad in her high-school uniform.
The night air of the beach was perfect for her.
She had lost. Lost the battle in the war for what was rightfully hers. Lost against her sister no matter what she did to supplant her.
To think that her right hand tattled on her when the going got tough - that spineless coward, she swore she would tear out his spine if they were to meet again.
Now, here she was, in some backwater town with an allowance that BARELY met her living standards.
Now that she had to complete her 'standard education' and become a 'model citizen'; as if that could ever happen.
"Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…"
At the end of her sigh, when her eyes went down, she failed to see the sky cracking.
The troposphere was now the depiction of a broken window as something crashed through.
"...Eh?"
When she looked back at the ocean…
She saw the floor.
The ocean floor.
Waters parted like Moses parting the sea, reaching up so high that it almost touched the night sky, followed by a seismic shockwave shaking her world with rumbling dread, the vibrations felt and even seen traveling across the sky, ocean, and land.
She quickly got to her feet in gusto, panic and confusion plastered on her expression.
"Eh…?! EH?!" She looked up at the broken hole in reality in the heavens and back at what looked like a meteor landing.
There was something standing at the ocean floor far away, but it was too far for her to see.
Without warning, something rushed past here, a sudden gust blowing past her as she covered her eyes from the sand and dust. When she blinked, she saw a trench carved from the bottom of the sea past her.
Seeing the trench, or trail, that was only a few feet away from where she stood, Haruka quickly booked it in terror without looking back, leaving the ground zero.
XoX
For the supernatural world, it was a different story.
The event was a national emergency on a scale never before seen in millenia.
A disaster where the barrier between Midgard and the Dimensional Gap might crumble, something that should have been impossible if the wound in reality was allowed to fester.
Panic sowed between the different pantheons, angels and devils flocked towards the tear in the sky to repair the broken space, healing the wound, camps were set up around it, other Pantheons sending representatives to oversee the process.
One of them was a representative from the Shinto Pantheon, the Shinto Gods being the most vocal about the incident as it happened above their territories.
And they were the main suspect for the disturbance.
The skies of japan were filled with dove and bat wings, the robes of Grim Reapers fluttered as a giant magical circle covered the tear in the sky, arcane light bandaging the wound, connected by nodes of magicians and spellcasters.
Ryuujin - a dragon who was apprenticing under Dragon King Yu Long and was also tasked to oversee the seas of Japan, was staring at roughly a dozen devils above the ocean.
"Greetings. I never thought I would be in the presence of devils… your choice of attire matches the tastes of the current youth today." The dragon greeted one Serafall in her magical girl attire.
"As much as I'd like to exchange more pleasantries, I believe both of us are here for the same reason." Serafall curtsied with her rare serious tone.
"Yes… We are not at fault. The Shinto are mainly practitioners of the Mystic Arts. The energy flow of the dimensional rift is outward. The cause came from the Dimensional Gap and entered our world… that is what our Omnyouji believe." Ryuujin replied.
"Dimensional Gap… Do you believe that the dragon gods might be involved?" Serafall hypothesized.
"We would've sensed their auras if they did." The blue eastern dragon shook his draconic head. "Dragons of such status wouldn't go so far. We already sent envoys to negotiate the Great Red for his testimony."
"Nothing from the Ouroboros, by any chance?" Serafall tilted her head.
"We… still don't know how to find the Dragon of Infinity." Ryuujin shook his head.
"But forensics indicate that something did move from the disaster zone." Serafall glanced at a female devil with white hair, who nodded to confirm her claims.
Ryuujin hummed thoughtfully, "Hmmm. Then we have something foreign loose within the land I am sworn to safeguard… this isn't good. Who knows what horrors we will find from the Dimensional Gap."
"...Say. This looks like home. Right?" The 'horror' coming from the Gap asked.
In one, he was holding a black dog with six red eyes. In another arm, he was holding a mangled machine puppet that looked like it survived the scrapper. Or what was left of him.
On his head, was a black child-sized teletubby with vestigial arms and legs, a tentacle growing from his head, and a white oval face with black eyes, clinging to his bald head for his life.
"...Yeah." Black Sperm answered, looking around cautiously. "Please tell me the roller coaster of death is done. I don't want to go through that again."
They managed to survive. Well, more like Saitama's passengers managed to survive.
"...Don't know. Hey, Genos. Know where we are?"
They were in the middle of an unknown town. The people looked at him funny, his ridiculous yellow jumpsuit, red gloved and booted, and white caped hero costume torn and burned, cape in rags and shredded.
Genos took a massive beating as well, but at least his limbs are still attached.
"Sensei. The wormhole GOD summoned has damaged some of my systems. My auto repair system is currently rebooting. I will be able to move in around two days at most." Genos, the man machine turned talking puppet, spoke. "My power core is currently recharging. I've spent most of my power generating the force field protecting us from FTL travel. Not that it would harm you, but I must take our pets into account."
"You really like rubbing it against me, huh? Even though we went through that trippy hell?"
"If you're saying that I am the reason you're alive, you can thank me later." Genos quipped.
"Har har."
"I suggest you make yourself useful and scout our surroundings if you feel grateful enough for our altruism."
Black scoffed at Genos' suggestion, "Tough luck. There'd only six of me in the current me and these people are already looking at us funny."
True to Black's words, Saitama looked around to see people looking at them with confused and worried looks - some of them were even holding their cellphones to take either live footage or call the authorities.
"Yeah… Let me get to a better spot."
Saitama vanished to the shock of the people, reappearing atop of the roof to see where they were.
"...Say, Genos, think you can get cellphone reception or something?"
"I can't. The intense cosmic radiation has scrambled my systems." Genos shook his head. "I strongly suggest we look for shelter and regain our bearings."
"...Alright… hopefully, they won't mind us borrowing a building of two." Saitama muttered as he jumped, hopping from rooftop to rooftop.
As they traveled, Black called out.
"Hey, Baldy. Does your cell phone still work?"
Saitama dug his hand into his pockets… he pulled out broken pockets out of his pants.
"Shit... How are we gonna call for help? As much as I hate to say this…" Black grumbled.
"After what just happened, I doubt your infamy is at the top of their worries." Genos remarked as Saitama looked around.
He hummed to himself as he looked for anything that he could inhabit without causing too much trouble.
"Ah, there."
He found a seemingly abandoned building. There were not a lot of people around so Saitama landed on the roof and let Rover down.
The dog panted as he watched his master enter through the emergency door… By breaking the doorknob by accident.
"..."
Saitama pretended that it did not happen and walked down the stairs, the dog following him dutifully.
"At this rate, you'll become the unstoppable law breaker, hehe. Ever thought of becoming a crime lord or something?" Black Sperm sinisterly suggested.
"Shut up and help me out, find something like a bed to put Genos on." Saitama grumbled as he looked for any light switch.
"Where are we anyways?" Black Sperm asked as he hopped from Saitama's head.
He looked around with his night vision, his eyes adapted to the nights of the city as he found the light switch.
He grew four more of himself upwards, the centipede sperm flicking the light switch on.
When the lights turned on, there was another person in the room.
Saitama, Genos, and Black Sperm stared at the other person.
It looked… female.
She would have been attractive, actually; if her head was not a literal giant mosquito head gazing back at him, her hands holding the throat of a panicking man in a clergy suit.
"...Wow. This… uhhhh…"
They do not have the words to express the level of awkwardness.
"...Do you mind?!" The female mosquito head dropped the man. "Can't a girl have a meal in peace?! To think the Omnyoujis and foreigners are bad enough, now some random bunch of… I don't know what to call you all. Cosplayers?"
There was something about her that reminded Saitama of something, but that was a long time ago… A mosquito girl…
"...Oh, you're a monster about to eat that man, aren't you?" Black pointed at the frightened young man.
"I am a Kanonba, you ugly midget. I don't know how you got in here, but I guess I can make room for three more."
The mosquito girl narrowed its faceted compound eyes at them.
"Though I would like to start with the pretty boy~ He looks just like my type."
She moved in, faster than any normal human could react, planning to 'slurp' them clean and leave this place with a belly full tonight.
After that, she would hunt again and then-
SLAP!
XoX
"...So yeah… think you can help us?"
Saitama asked while the body of the Mosquito girl - what was left of her, to be precise - was splattered across the floor and wall, covering them in dark red blood.
After dealing with the she-mosquito monster, Saitama simply decided to ask for help from a local about their situation.
"Ahhh, thank you so much for your help… you don't know how much this means to me. I was… expecting reinforcements from the others, though." The priest then offered his hand, "My name is Masaomi Yaegaki, may I have the honor of knowing the name of my benefactors?"
Saitama blinked at the offered hand for a second before he accepted, "I'm Saitama, this is Genos, Black and Rover - nice to meet you."
Black noticed the gun on his hip. He jumped and swiped it from the clergyman's hip.
"Hmmm, funny that you say that… you're a private monster killer or something, right?"
The man looked down at Black, shocked to see that his weapon was taken from under his nose.
"Um, excuse me… child - Mr. Black…? Are you actually a child?" He asked, pointing at Black Sperm.
"...I am a monkey."
He stared at the black teletubby.
"...But… you're talking…"
"Monkeys can talk - ever seen Planet of The Apes?"
"But… but…" The man was in an existential crisis.
"Don't worry about him." Saitama waved as Rover panted in his arm.
"...Does that dog have six eyes?" The man pointed at Rover.
"Don't mind him. He's a good dog." Saitama waved off again.
Rover barked and panted.
The man was too overwhelmed by his near death experience to question his current reality. He decided to ignore it and move on.
"I… I'll take your word for it… ahem. I have understood your dilemma but… Hmmmm."
The clergyman rubbed his chin in thought.
"I might be able to help you secure an apartment… and I have a connection that can give you a job. I can vouch for your skill, but I have to ask, how did you kill the Kanonba?"
"I slapped it."
"...Yes, I saw that." Masaomi nodded, "But what I mean is, what did you do, exactly? I didn't sense any magic or anything similar when you attacked her. Are you a Sacred Gear wielder?"
Several eyes blinked, "...What Gear wielder?"
Assuming that his savior merely never heard the term, Masaomi explained, "It's a gift - miraculous power granted by our Father to humanity to fend against supernatural forces that threaten us."
Saitama, Black, and Genos who was lying on the bed stared at the strange man with their brains working hard, processing the word,
"...Ah, which reminds me. Are you interested in joining my organization by any chance?"
Saitama looked at the man's clothes as the gears in his head turned.
"...You religious?" Saitama asked, recalling some religious folks back home.
"Yes, indeed."
"...Then no. I don't like to believe in things I don't believe in." Saitama waved his offer off.
"That's… Unfortunate." Masaomi looked dejected, "But that is no problem and my offer is still open. Perhaps we can start by introducing you to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?"
"...Never heard of Him."
Masaomi looked shocked.
"...You have not even heard of His name?"
"Nope."
"...Not even a passing word of mouth? Or through… popular media?"
Saitama shook his head.
"I… see, that's also unfortunate." Masaomi looked lost. "...No matter, the fact remains that you saved my life. Is it alright for me to introduce you to my superiors? Believer or not, we can use some help from someone of your strength."
"...Hmmm." Saitama looked up, pondering.
"Yo, yo." Black pulled on Saitama's pants. "Come here for a moment. We need a talk before you do something stupid."
Saitama stared at Black. He decided to let Black pull him towards Genos so that he could listen in.
"Alright, here's the schtick. It might not be the best idea that we become known." Black spoke at a volume Masaomi could not hear.
"Why not?" Saitama asked.
"Because unwanted attention is the last thing a bunch of… well, immigrants like us need. Look at that guy." Black pointed at Masaomi. "I've been around for a while, I know a lot of monster hunting groups and stuff, but I haven't even heard of this Jesus dude. I don't know what a Sacred Gear is, but I think he is attributing that absurd OP galaxy breaking might of yours to something else we don't know… and he didn't say Esper power… And look at Mosquito Girl. She didn't panic when she saw Genos, a well known Hero. EVERY monster should know the S-Class badasses if they want to survive. And she's a scrub level monster that lives within society for crying out, meaning she should have access to the internet."
"...You are concluding that we have landed in a strange far away land?" Genos surmised.
"Judging from the layout of the place and how the people aren't panicking from seeing the cosmic armageddon that took place… I am pretty sure we're so far away that GOD isn't even a thing here… though I don't know why these people can speak our language."
"So… another world?" Genos concluded.
"You're taking this too lightly. I thought someone like you would be in shock about being in another world." Black grimaced.
"I have analyzed the position of the stars and they didn't match my constellation database." Genos remarked. "I have already concluded that especially given that we have entered a wormhole made by GOD and the estimated distance we traveled."
"Huh, smart ass… so, did you get all that boss man?" Black turned to the said boss.
Saitama looked dazed.
"...Saitama, it appears that we have entered another world." Genos summarized their discussion in less than ten words.
"...Oh." Saitama reacted. "...Wait, what? What?!" He blinked rapidly.
"Sensei, calm down. I suggest we be calm and find a way back home. And following Black's advice, we should not draw unwanted attention to ourselves."
"...So you're saying that we shouldn't go with that guy's suggestion?" Saitama concluded.
"Yes."
"Alright. I'll leave the planning to you, then." Saitama nodded as he walked back to Masaomi.
"So.. uh… here's the thing. I don't think it's a good idea that we, well, go with you to meet your bosses." Saitama answered.
Masaomi blinked in confusion, "...Why?"
"Yeah, we don't know much about your, uh, association… And half of us here aren't exactly from… Around here." Saitama gestured to Black Sperm and Rover, the six eyed dog panting at Masaomi.
"I… See." Masaomi looked even more dejected, "But there must be something I can do to return your kindness somehow."
"Well, I need a place to stay." Saitama shrugged. "...And a job. And a place where I can get some machine parts for Genos."
Masaomi blinked and turned to stare at Genos for a few seconds.
"Very well… I suppose The Lord taught me to respect others' privacy." Masaomi nodded to himself.
"There is one location that suits a man of your strength. It caters to potentially dangerous supernatural forces. Please, let me host you in my humble home. I can provide you all that you need from there."
"Oh, sweet."
Home: Scored.
Job: Landed.
XoX
"...Hmmmm." Black was not sure how to comment on the priest's simple living quarters.
It was no different than Saitama's living space, except for the makeshift shrine depicting a half naked man nailed to a cross.
Saitama already took off his shoes and decided to borrow some of Masaomi's clothes since his usual costume was out of place.
"Who's that?" Black asked Masaomi, pointing at the silver depiction of a man staked to a cross.
"That is our Lord and Savior. Jesus Christ." Masaomi answered.
"...Why is He nailed to a cross?" Black asked again.
"He was crucified so He can save our souls and bring us closer to our Father in Heaven." Masaomi answered patiently as he took off his outer jacket and placed it on the hanger.
Black digested the answer for a few seconds before commenting, "...Is this some kind of sacrificial ritual I'm hearing? Are you guys some kind of a cult?"
Masaomi snorted, "No, um… A 'cult' sounds like we are into paganism, which we are not; the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ is the most symbolic story of passion about our Lord who loves us mere humans that He is willing to sacrifice Himself so we do not need to pay the ultimate price of our own sins - the eternal punishment."
Black regarded Masaomi before replying, "Okay…? So that's it, then. You guys fucked up, had the guy to get nailed on a cross there as a scapegoat, and you left him dry hanging there and walked away with your lives?"
"Um… No, no, when Jesus died on that cross, He rose back from the dead after fighting His way out of hell for three days."
"No kidding." Black did not sound very impressed - he knew someone who could bring himself back even after being burned alive by a giant plasma in a matter of minutes. "So… With that Jesus came back from the dead, you guys still have to pay the price of these sins, then?"
"No, no, no." Masaomi denied again, "When Jesus died on that cross, we have been forgiven for sins of our past, present and future - The Lord Jesus Christ then ascended to the Heaven, took the seat by the side of the Father's throne and promised us that He shall return for us in the Judgement Day, to bring us along into the Eternal Kingdom of Heaven."
Silence fell into the room once again as Black, Saitama, Genos and Rover digested more of Masaomi's story.
"...Sounds like a poorly written fanfiction dedicated to humanity's continued ignorance." Black summarized.
"Fanfiction?" Masaomi was taken aback, but regained his composure easily enough, "...Well, I suppose you who have yet to listen to the Lord's teachings may find His story to be hard to believe, but it was all true events recorded in our bible."
"Ehhhhhhhh… I'll remain skeptical until I see it myself." Black waved off. "Better off this way. So, what are we eating? Feeling hungry after the FTL hell."
"I suppose I could use some nourishment myself." Genos remarked as Saitama laid him on the bed.
"Think I can go catch some fish…" Saitama hummed. "Or can go hunting to reduce living expenses."
"Do not worry, I can provide them at the very least. My associate will arrive here soon. She will be able to help you with your living quarters and jobs."
Everyone was about to question Masaomi when the doorbell rang.
"Ah, speak of the devil." Masaomi smiled as he approached the door. Taking a peek through the door-lense, his smile widened before he opened the door.
"Masaomiii!"
As soon as the door was opened, the band of heroes and monsters were greeted by the sight of a beautiful woman with gray hair, clad in a dress befitting an aristocrat, bursting inside and glomped Masaomi into a hug - wrapping her hands around his waist and pressing her face into his chest in the process.
"How was the hunt?! Did you run into any trouble?! Why didn't you answer my calls?!"
"Ah, ha - Cleria." Masaomi could only hug her back, helpless against her positive spirit as she giggled.
"Hm?"
Cleria pulled away from Masaomi before she noticed the other guests in the room.
"Oh." Cleria quickly stepped away from Masaomi with a somewhat bashful look, "...Um, Masaomi, are you having guests over?"
"Ah, yes - Cleria, these people saved my life not long ago." Masaomi gestured towards his benefactors.
"Is that so?" Cleria then straightened herself out and curtseyed before the guests, "How do you do? My name is Cleria Belial, it is a pleasure to meet you."
Saitama and Genos introduced themselves easily enough, when Cleria's eyes trailed to the out-of-place looking dwarf in the room, however…
"Sup."
"Greetings."
"Just so you know. I'm a monkey."
Cleria stared at the trio…
Bark!
No, quadro.
The dog had six eyes. The one laid on the bed had… a strange body that she wasn't sure was a suit of cosplay.
The child looked extremely strange and weird. Wait, is that thing even human?
The only normal person out of the four was the bald man in a silly costume.
The 'most normal'.
"Um… your guests look very…. Unique." Cleria commented.
"I know, Cleria. But they are friends. I would like your assistance in aiding them. They are in need of a place to stay and… a job."
Masaomi started to explain their circumstances to Cleria, who listened and hummed to herself as she recalled the instructions left by Serafall.
Look for anything out of place. If this unknown entity can break through the barrier separating our realm from the Dimensional Gap, then it must be extremely dangerous and powerful.
Though she could not see the bald man and his group as dangerous. They look more funny instead.
"...I understand." Cleria nodded to herself. "If what Masaomi said is true, then I believe I can provide something to fit your needs. Though don't you want anything more for saving my friend?"
With the pocket money she had from her brother, her monthly allowance gained from his dominance in the Rating Games, she could just simply buy them a good house instead of a random apartment for rent.
"Now that you say it, can we like have a-"
"Nah, don't want to intrude on you like that." Saitama beat Black to the punch to the evil midget's chagrin. "Got enough on our plates already. Don't want to trouble you, though."
"Still, I am curious… Saitama, where are you from by the way?" Cleria asked.
"Uhhhhhh…"
"Somewhere far far away, missie." Black chimed in. "Honestly, we're still shocked that we ended up here. Don't worry, we're not staying long."
"Really? Why not? Kuoh is a good place to settle down." Cleria pouted.
"It's a bit personal. No offense." Black answered.
Officially, it was Cleria's duty to report this to the current Satans and investigate Saitama's background. He has more strength than what a human should possess if he did 'slap' a Youkai into a bloody mess.
However…
That would also invite potential problems down the line. She and Masaomi were officially enemies after all.
"...Very well, I shall leave this matter be and chalk it off as a gesture of good faith." Cleria concluded,
"Good choice. Now, where are we living in? Is it fancy enough at least?" Black asked.
Cleria rolled her eyes a little awkwardly, "Well…"
Meanwhile, Saitama wondered how everyone was doing back home…
Yeah they might be in big trouble facing that guy. Honestly, there wasn't anyone there that could face him he could think of. Even if he did whittle GOD down a bit.
If there was one person that could rise to the occasion, well…
"He is wounded!"
"Surround him! Before he recovers!"
"Don't mess this up! We have to take him down at any cost!"
The noise of the insects was bothersome. It did not help his current migraine emanating from his freshest wound, his existence in jeopardy when he felt his essence leaking from his center.
He clenched his fists in rage before he lurched, spitting more of his transcended essence.
Ah, the life of those he made others forfeited, the things he took from others left him. It was the first time he was so weak that he could not keep the things he stole, multiple essences belonging to lesser beings taking the form of wisps of sentient energy.
[Gravity Knuckle]
[Sublight Meteor Shower]
[Supernova Hyperbuster]
The solar system was in ruins.
Eight planets and their corresponding satellites were out of orbit, some reduced to cosmic dust, the Earth surrounded in a psychic green barrier, a world-record feat performed by Tatsumaki with some ingenuity.
Normally, not even the strongest Esper could reach this level on her own.
But with creative psychic techniques, she could harness the innate psychic powers of all of the sentient beings on earth.
Humans and monsters working together for mutual survival, separating the mortals from becoming collateral in a battle against the gods.
Satellites made by Metal Knight and Child Emperor amplified the psychic barrier with the other heroes defending the pylons and quelling riots.
As well as looking out for those that sided with GOD.
On a special platform layered with special, laminated solar panels, Tatsumaki stood with Fubuki and Psykos, all of them exerting their psychic might. The massive antenna towering over them was the main source gathering all of the mental energies of the volunteers.
A chunk of Earth's supercontinent was even hurled out of orbit, the battle left the earth scarred and wounded before the barrier covered the world.
Countess asteroid debris from obliterated worlds littered the void vacuum within the solar system, the star under the protection of one of Blast's team members.
For if the star is extinguished, there is almost no future for Earth.
Three crashed into GOD, Blast leading the charge with a heroic war-cry as his fist barraged GOD's faceless skull, his lion man friend throwing meteor-like slash attacks, and the third crashing into GOD in his stomach, forcing the eldritch super entity to cough as they carried him away from Earth.
One darted between the asteroids towards the battle, injured and near death, yet his will to live, his will to fight, burned brighter than any star.
He stopped upon noticing something familiar.
Something that GOD stole from him on that fateful night, at the end of the Monster Association.
[Dimensional Collapse]
Blast overcharged his Gravity Knuckle into his ultimate move and struck GOD right into his wound while the others flanked him on the sides.
Space warped, inversion of reality within the singularity, physics and laws twisted as GOD was sucked inside the singularity, Blast's ultimate one-shot kill move as the Hero of the world watched GOD being unmade.
Then a sudden pain erupted from behind him.
He coughed. He looked down… and saw the hand of GOD burst from his chest. He looked behind, seeing GOD behind him, his size.
"You dare thinking you can kill me, Blast?"
[Blast!]
The others cried out as GOD threw Blast away, sending the human meteor towards the world he sacrificed so much for.
"Blast is coming towards us!" Psykos cried out to Tatsumaki via telepathy as she sent her visions through her Mind's Eye ability where Blast would land.
Tatsumaki grimaced as she tracked Blast's signature, instinctively calculated the trajectory, angle, and velocity of Blast's descent, immediately opening a portion of the emerald world psychic barrier as Blast landed in the ocean.
In the skies, everyone from the planet could see the cosmic energies fired, wide arcs and beams of transcendent power covering the skies, warping the sky-blue color with malicious red.
GOD held the throat of the last conscious Hero that stood before him, the others already thrown into the void of space or landed upon a drifting world.
"I am a transcendent being that has surpassed all universal limitations." He impaled the beast man, his fist grabbing the demihuman's heart before he coughed blood.
"You think you can kill me using the laws of reality? I. Am. Above. That. The universe cannot hold me."
Yes, Blast's killer technique did invert every quantum aspect of his being. It was a move that could kill almost anything, even beings of pure energy.
But GOD was the ultimate being. He simply inverted himself back into reality, right behind Blast, the blind fool.
He would end their lives one by one. They deserve worse for being his warden for so long but this would suffice.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"
A scream of pure rage echoed in the vacuum before GOD was blasted away from his kill, GOD staring right into the face of his former avatar.
If he was at full power, he would have shrugged off this one's attempts to hurt it. But now, this one was the most dangerous being he could face.
"...So you reclaimed the Power I took from you!"
When the Abominable Fist the Turned Against GOD exorcised GOD's power out of him, he took away his power and memories as well.
This one had the potential to rival the Abominable Fist and stand up against him.
"I'm going to take more than that from you!"
Garou promised with vindication. He had survived against GOD's avatars and GOD's smiting light before Saitama took the stage.
His form was reminiscent of his monster form, dark-black imbricated chitin covering his form like armor, bandages red with his blood tied around his arms and legs. But unlike his monster form, there was heroism in its make, his face no longer monstrous.
It was like a Devil had taken the mantle of a hero, wearing a horned helmet of hard organic matter.
"And you think reclaiming all of the lost knowledge is enough?! Know who blessed you with enlightenment, heretic!" GOD bellowed in return.
"Then how about this?!" Garou grinned.
The two danced, a former apostle of the transcendent against the transcendent that wishes for the death of Humanity, all life on Earth.
Their trails connected lines between the asteroids, ruined pieces of planets destroyed in the conflict, a grand geometric constellation spanning the solar system.
For the people of earth, they saw an ever-changing constellation of light of flashing stars.
XoX
"What is the current status of our forces?"
Back to the planet, Child Emperor started typing on the computer with Bofoi and Drive Knight, with Dr. Kuseno with them as well.
"Energy signature belongs to Garou, however, power levels are rising past the maximum measuring limit." Drive Knight answered. "He… is currently the only force standing against the transcendent super entity. The others are incapacitated."
Almost all of them did not know that it was the byproduct of the clash between two titans that transcended this universe, one weakened from damage, the other growing stronger the more he defied finality.
The sunlit void grew infinitely brighter as GOD unleashed his power, cosmic energy condensed and hurled at his foe, more than enough energy to wipe out the solar system if it exploded.
[Gravity Knuckle] + [Hyperspace Gate]
However, with one hand, Garou struck the stream of energy with his fist.
All of the energy converged around the gravity generated within Garou's fist, absorbing all of GOD's attack while he moved in close.
[White Hole Buster] + [Serious Series: Serious Strike]
Garou struck with his other fist, returning all of the energy.
It exploded right within GOD's gaping chest with brilliant radiance that traveled with the screams of GOD - a psychic cry that would have shattered the minds and threatened to destabilize the solar system if it were not for the efforts of the Heroes that stood against him.
The shriek of GOD.
The surviving Apostles screamed as they held their heads, blood flowing from their eyes first, then seeped out of their pores, their bodies unable to handle the pain of their master.
[God Slayer's Instant Attack]
GOD retaliated with Garou's technique, stolen from the martial artist. He was an entity that possessed knowledge of all the functions of creation, learning the techniques of a mere mortal was child's play.
[Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist]
But none of his attacks landed, all parried and redirected by Garou's gentle defense, palms guiding each strike infused with the power to erase celestial bodies.
[God Slayer's Ascending Attack]
Then the martial artist retaliated and struck GOD.
The difference between the copy and the master was vast, even if GOD attempted to defend himself with the same defensive Water Stream, Garou broke through the flow and stormed GOD with his fury, bringing the destroyer away from Earth.
[Big Bang Punch]
Then GOD decided to annihilate and erase Garou from existence with all of the might he could muster, a superior move compared to [Nuclear Fission].
But to GOD's shock, Garou caught the punch, absorbing all of GOD's power even as it threatened to boil his existence away, it was like holding the birth cry of creation in his fist.
Even Garou was surprised that he could contain it despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to throw it away. But he could not, or else his home planet would be in jeopardy.
Everyone would die if he let this attack continue as is.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
With a war cry, Garou backflipped over GOD, simultaneously kicking GOD'S attack back into his face.
The compartmentalized birth cry of the universe exploding right into GOD's face, another psychic scream resounding throughout the stars.
Tatsumaki, Psykos, Fubuki, all of the espers felt the piercing psionic shockwave threatening to pierce through their barrier.
If they were to falter, everyone on the planet would lose their heads - as in their brains explode from the inside out!
"I have advanced to the next level…." Garou's eyes glowed behind his organic helmet.
[Fist of the True GOD Slayer]
This attack was nothing like before.
He had absorbed and understood the concept of Saitama's fist, the power of the Abominable Fist that Turned Against GOD.
He followed with a high jump kick, ascending high enough for this one attack.
[Downfall of the Cosmic Heaven]
An otherworldly power clad his hand, power born from within, not from the power of GOD, or the power of monsters.
It was his power, proof of his existence made manifest, unfathomable conceptual energy crackling with power that paralyzed the GOD before him.
Garou poured everything he had into his life and soul, all of his hardships and struggles condensed into this attack as he brought it down like lightning, chopping GOD right in the middle from above.
His hand, thrumming with his power, cleaved through GOD's transcendental essence.
If GOD had eyes, they would be bloodshot. His essence, his existence, it was bleeding, drops of his lifeblood flowed, spilling onto Garou.
Garou absorbed it, the drops of GOD's power as his understanding of his power grows with the consequence of the recoil of his body adjusting to the foreign power entering his system.
Garou lurched forward and hugged his arms at the feel of more GOD's power flowing into him as his existence evolved higher than needed.
'It seems… that I still can't get there yet.'
Even with every power and techniques he had mastered, Garou understood that he has yet to reach the baldy's level.
It took a lot out of him, but it was enough to at least hurt this bastard.
Hard.
However, he was now open to attack, GOD punching Garou in the face right into the same tear in reality.
GOD did not have enough power to open the same wormhole he used to banish Saitama away, but he used enough power to open the same wormhole large enough to swallow Garou before he succumbed to his wounds.
He gasped and coughed more of his essence.
This was not good.
Garou had proven his fears correct. If Garou were to have perfected his evolutions, GOD would have died right on the spot.
He touched the scar that marked his divide, flinching at the pain, pain that only mortals should feel, the sensation angering him.
He looked towards Earth; If Blast or any of his companions were to engage him, he might not be able to survive anymore. He would be killed or imprisoned.
Or his power would be taken, his shell locked forever more in eternity.
"This… isn't over."
GOD turned away from the planet.
He could let the Earth exist.
…For now. For he must tend to his wounds… if he could recover… He could no longer recover normally. The attacks wounded his essence. He needed something to repair it, and Earth was too heavily defended.
But he paused upon sensing something from the bandaged wound in reality.
The wormhole…
Time and space warped and rent, GOD felt it.
Something was calling him from the beyond… somewhere.
Somewhen.
…He found his solution.
A fertile universe had called for harvest.
Saitama was on his way to his latest job, though getting used to Kuoh was not easy.
Honestly, it took him a while since they had trouble registering him in the national database, his ID card and all that.
Almost a month, actually.
During that time, Saitama had been freelancing, hopping from one job to another which could use his super strength. However, the town was surprisingly peaceful and had a low crime-rate, making his original profession redundant.
"...So this is the place?" Saitama asked.
"Mhm."
Under the starry night, his newest tour guide, a certain high-school girl stood next to him in front of a building.
Saitama just landed a job as the night security guard in the recently consecrated Kuoh Historical Museum.
"Looks kind of gloomy." Saitama mused.
There were historical statues planted outside the museum, not that he knew about the identities of which. Scholarly with some fancy headdress, old fashioned robes of sorts.
And there was a Samurai statue beside the entrance, mostly to attract attention. Looks kind of awesome, with the interconnected plated armor and the kusazuri shielding the thighs. An epic pose where his hand was on the sword about to cut down anyone that dared to enter the building, quite the aesthetic.
"You think? I don't see it as gloomy." Haruka replied with a hum.
"There's something about it I can't put my finger on…" Saitama rubbed his neck. "Ah well. Nothing I can't handle. Thanks for your help."
"Yep, no prob."
Haruka then watched Saitama walk towards the building. She was about to turn and take her leave, when her eyes suddenly widened at a familiar sight.
Saitama blinked when he was about to open the door, he looked behind and saw Haruka smiling at him.
"...What is it?" Saitama asked.
Haruka's smile then turned a tad sheepish before she clapped her hands together, "Sorry, can I tag along inside for a few minutes?" she ended with a wink.
"Eh…." Saitama was bemused at the sudden request. "Sorry, but… The museum is closed now, why don't you just come back tomorrow?"
"Just let me inside for a few minutes, please? I can't afford to be seen now!" Haruka glanced back and quickly turned away when she found the man she just conned not long ago.
Saitama stared at the distraught (kind of) looking girl for a few seconds, unsure of what her deal was. Eventually, he sighed in resignation - she did help him out, after all.
"...Just for a few minutes, okay?" Saitama said as he opened the door and went in.
Haruka beamed as she followed Saitama inside the museum.
"But I still need to check-in and there might be my boss or other staff around. So if they tell you to get out, you're on your own, got it?" Saitama added.
"'Kay~" Haruka replied nonchalantly as she began to look around the hall.
Saitama sighed softly before he went about his first step of the business. He went towards the security office where he would spend most of the night, while greeting a couple of janitors who were on their way of clocking out.
It did not take long for Saitama to put his belongings in the office, change into his security guard uniform in the locker room next door and check himself inside the system, before he went back to check on the hall where he left Haruka…. Who surprisingly was still browsing around.
"Didn't the janitors walk by here?" Saitama asked as he approached the young woman.
"Yes, they did." Haruka nodded without looking back, "They didn't bother to check behind the pillar where I was hiding when they walked out."
Saitama exhaled through his nose before continuing, "...Well, I think you've been inside long enough. Come on, it's time to go."
"Eh~ Lemme hang around, why don't you?" Haruka whined with an exasperated look.
"You said only for a few minutes." Saitama countered.
"Let me look around, please? I promise I won't touch anything!" Haruka pleaded.
Saitama was not having it, "Can't do that. Your parents are probably worrying about you now. Scram."
However, Haruka's expression shifted as she looked down to the floor. Saitama noticed that the look in her eyes turned resentful… As well as melancholic, somehow.
"...Nobody's waiting for me at home."
Saitama blinked and stared at Haruka for a few more seconds before sighing again. What to do? Kicking her out would leave a bad taste in his mouth after hearing those words, and he still could not just let some stranger wander around on his first night on the job.
…Should he use her? Wait, wasn't this unpaid child labor? He was not forcing her to be here though…
Eh, he'll wing it.
"...Hah. Fine. Follow me." Saitama turned around and jerked his head, gesturing to Haruka to follow.
"Really?" Haruka's expression brightened.
"...Just don't get me into trouble on my first day." Saitama relented as Haruka giggled.
She followed him to the security office, white walls, a beige rectangular pin board with notes pinned on it, a table and a chair facing several CCTV screens.
"I'm gonna make some rounds. Can you keep an eye on the screens for me?" Saitama jabbed his thumb at the screens in question.
Haruka nodded in small excitement. Helping a museum ecurity guard? There was always a first time for everything.
"Sure, leave it to me!"
Saitama hoped that she would not get him fired.
"Use this to stay in touch." Saitama then gave Haruka a walkie-talkie before pausing at the door, "...And if the phone rings, don't answer it and just let me know. My boss is gonna fire me if I let a high-schooler in on my first night."
"Aye, aye, sir! Have fun!" Haruka saluted and Saitama finally left the room.
Now left alone in the control room, Haruka plopped herself on a nearby chair and heaved a sigh. She did not expect for things to turn out this way, but she would have what she could get. She still did not understand what the deal was with Saitama, but even if she would not get herself any cash from him, a new experience like this was still a plus for her.
Pulling up a box of pocky for her to snack on, Haruka began to browse on her cellphone while taking a few glances at the CCTV monitors in front of her.
Honestly, the display items were a bit creepy even from behind the screens. The main lights were off, as the cameras were on night-vision mode in black and white, making the view more eerie.
She could see the sections displaying artifacts from the shogunate era, samurai swords, weapons, scrolls of ornamental art on walls and behind see-through rectangular glass cases… Honestly, she felt as if the paintings and sculptures were looking at her back through the camera.
[Haruka, you there? Um…. Over.]
Haruka jumped at Saitama talking through the walkie-talkie, then slightly snorted at the way Saitama was trying to make himself sound professional through the radio-talk.
Nonetheless, she picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "Yeah, I can hear you, Saitama; and… I can also see you at the receptionist."
She replied while watching Saitama standing in front of the receptionist counter through the CCTV. She suddenly heard the phone ringing, but paid it no mind when she saw Saitama answering the phone on the receptionist table that was also ringing.
When she saw Saitama put the phone back, she talked to the walkie-talkie, "Who was that?"
[My senior checking-in. I'm gonna have to look around the building now. Behave yourself and keep your eyes on things, okay?]
"Yeah, yeah." Haruka put the walkie-talkie back on the table and leaned back against the chair while placing her feet on the table leisurely.
She could see the sections.
One in each bathroom for the guests, one for the employee bathroom, one showing the art room depicting sculptures, idols, and ancient oriental art, the weapon room, and the other regarding non-famous artifacts of this region.
She wondered if she could stay awake enough… she could leave when sleep threatened to take her.
She hummed while chewing on a chocolate pocky stick.
However, there was static in the display room showcasing the sculptures. Haruka stared at it… she blinked and rubbed her eyes.
One of the statues was gone. If she remembered, it was some kind of statue depicting an important Japanese official back in the old days made from clay.
What the hell happened? One static and an important piece of art immediately vanished into thin air? Was it a glitch?
She checked the other monitors, hoping to see some clues and leads… And the statue was still gone from where she saw it last time. She reached the walkie-talkie while keeping her eyes on the monitors.
"Um… Saitama, can you hear me? We may have a situation."
[Like what?]
"Uhhhh… I don't know how to say this, but… One of the statues in the art exhibit is… missing… can you check if I'm not seeing things from my end?"
[Really? Damn, that's serious. I'm on my way.]
Haruka looked for Saitama's position through the cameras.
However, another screen turned into static, strobing black and white before she saw something else missing.
A bunch of samurai swords were missing from the display. She swore she played a puzzle game like this before, but not like this.
"Okay, now a bunch of swords are missing. And-!"
Haruka froze.
One of the cameras showed the hall where the security room was located at the far end from the camera…
The statue…
It was standing outside of the door.
[...What's that again? You said a bunch of swords went missing this time and…?]
Haruka glanced at the door and slowly but urgently reached the bolt to lock the door. She turned to look at the monitor and saw the statue still standing there.
The screen turned to static suddenly.
The door suddenly shook with a loud noise, something on the other side trying to get in.
Haruka started to hyperventilate to calm herself, but couldn't.
This shouldn't be happening. It was a dream, it was a dream, it was a dream.
She pinched herself.
No, it's not a dream, it's not a dream!
An actual statue was out the door trying to get in and do unspeakable things to her.
She couldn't take this. She had to get out of here.
Oh god, what did she do to deserve this…
Wait, in a sense, this might be karma for the crap she had pulled, but this was a bit much.
Maybe.
She looked at the wall and saw a fire ax behind the glass. Opening the chamber, Haruka gripped the handle to arm herself, before she carefully walked towards the door. When she glanced at the surveillance monitors again, the static screen was gone.
Showing that the statue was no longer there by the door.
"Okay, okay... You can do this. You can do this."
Haruka might have to start praying to the Shinto gods or the popular western Christianity after this.
She took deep breaths, breathing in, breathing out in repetition.
"Alright, let's do this." She gathered her belongings before she unlocked the door, ax ready in hand, and opened the door.
There was nothing on the other side, fortunately.
Only the darkness and dim lights showcasing the museum pieces in display and nothing else in between. She began walking in a steady pace while clutching the ax like dear life, her eyes darting at the dark spaces that the lights did not reach.
She took out the spare flashlight from the office and turned it on, trembling on her feet.
"Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm, Haru. You can do this. You can do this." Haruka chanted away the fear within her, jittery and tense as she looked around left and right, making sure to cover all of her blind spots.
She just needed to get out of here.
She gasped when she found the exit sign and immediately ran for it. Minutes went by, and Haruka realized something.
Why had she not reached the exit yet? Rather, the distance between her and the door was not closing at all.
Haruka stopped, very confused by all of this.
"What is happening?"
What did she get herself into?
Just in case, she took out the pocky box she still had in her bag and threw it at the exit just to confirm something.
She heard a small 'thud', and saw the box was lying only a step away from her. She then picked it back up and threw it harder, only to see the box landed on the same spot.
"...Eh?"
What the hell? She did not understand what was going on, but if she could not reach the exit like the pocky box, then…
Was she trapped here? Wait, was this museum haunted?
Really? An actual haunted museum?
No, no no no no no no no no.
This shouldn't be happening.
Haruka hyperventilated again as she turned around.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She screamed when she saw the face of an egg lit by the flashlight from under his chin.
Her voice was heard from all of the museum.
"Hey, hey! Why are you screaming like that?!" Saitama flinched at the sheer volume of Haruka's scream.
Haruka was only a second away from swinging her ax around when she realized who she ran into.
"Y-You asshole! Don't scare me like that!" Haruka huffed and rammed her knuckle on Saitama's chest, scared out of her mind.
"What do you mean I'm scaring you? You suddenly went silent on me that I thought something happened to you!"" Saitama retorted.
"You… I… alright, alright." Haruka calmed herself. In a sense, she should've called him in but…
"...Let's get the hell out of here." Haruka concluded.
"Hm? Why? I'm still on my shift." Saitama blinked.
"Look, you probably don't understand what's going on, but we're screwed if we stay here!" Haruka gritted, "See that exit over there? Why don't you try to go there."
Saitama stared at Haruka as if she was playing him.
He shrugged and decided to walk over there… right to the exit… crossing the phantom distance as if there was no supernatural bullshit stopping his tracks.
And then he walked back to Haruka while she stared at him stunned.
"There. What're you trying to show me?" Saitama asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"...You… what…. I…" Haruka flapped her jaws speechless, her fingers and eyes going back and forth between Saitama and the exit.
Why the hell could he walk to the exit while she's stuck with the supernatural bullshit?
Just in case, she ran towards the exit with all of her might.
But unlike with the egg-faced baldy, the exit was not shrinking in distance! It was just… right there! Forever out of reach.
Taunting her!
For Saitama, it was different.
He thought Haruka was moonwalking - or in this case, moonrunning with a funny desperate look.
"...What are you doing?"
Haruka stopped with a haggard breathing, then she turned to Saitama with an angry glare, "How the fuck did you do that?!"
"Do what?" Saitama asked.
"You… that!" She waved her hands at the exit frantically.
"...I don't get it."
His response only served to piss the schoolgirl off infinitely.
"...Give me your security badge." Haruka narrowed her eyes at Saitama.
There must be something on him that's letting him through, and she suspected that the museum owner was responsible for this.
"What? Why?" Saitama asked.
Haruka swiped the badge from his uniform and 'moonrunning' towards the exit.
Seeing that it did not work, she took his hat and ran.
Panicking, she patted her hands all over the stupid baldy as he watched both confused and curious to see what she was doing.
"Okay, seriously, you're getting on my nerves. What are you on about?" Saitama replied by gently pushing Haruka away from him.
Haruka sighed, "...Okay, see this?" she dangled Saitama's hat before she threw it towards the exit.
Saitama watched the hat… landed at her feet despite her throwing posture and motion.
"...So… you suck at throwing?"
Haruka bristled, but kept her calm, "Okay, now you throw it as hard as you can at the exit."
"...Ok." Saitama took his security cap and threw.
Breaking the sound barrier and generating so much G force that she felt wind blowing past her skirt.
And his hat got stuck inside the door. Shredded. Only the hard part of the cap remained while the straps were in tatters.
Haruka stared at the broken glass.
"...Eh?"
What just happened? Did the hat turn into a sonic projectile? She tried to walk towards the door to have a closer look, only to find herself stuck on the spot.
"Well? What now? Now I have to replace that company-issued hat; and why are you still moonwalking?" Saitama tilted his head in confusion.
"...You… I…" Haruka had no words.
She was convinced that universe was fucking with her, somehow.
"...Alright, let me get this out of the way… I am stuck here." Haruka backwalked and inhaled.
She took off her shoe and threw it.
Saitama watched the shoe suddenly slow down when it hit the imaginary boundary.
'Moonflying' for a moment before it suddenly fell to the floor.
"...Huh… So…?" Saitama trailed.
"So? How are you not affected by… Whatever this is?!" Haruka gestured around her.
"Beats me." Saitama merely shrugged, "For now, let's head back to the security office."
"...No, wait." Haruka came up with another idea, "Carry me there."
Saitama blinked, "Come again?"
"...You're not affected by this bullshit. So… I think I can ride on your bullshit to the exit."
"...Really? You want me to carry you out?"
"What else can I do?" Haruka took her shoe and slid her foot back inside. "You want to be caught with a schoolgirl on your first day? Hm? I can say a lot of things and get you fired, you know?"
Saitama frowned at Haruka's attitude and cheeky smile.
"...Fine."
Haruka yelped when Saitama swept her off her feet. She was confused when Saitama carried her bridal-style and walked towards the exit. In Saitama's arms, however, Haruka also took a subtle note that the man's body was surprisingly tough under that shirt.
For a moment, Saitama felt a little resistance. Then he shrugged it off and continued walking towards the exit.
"...It actually worked." Haruka was surprised. "And you're stronger than I thought. Am I heavy for you?" Haruka asked.
"Nah." Saitama denied. "You're much lighter than what I usually have to carry."
Haruka narrowed her eyes slightly at the veiled jab on her body-weight, but dismissed the thought for the time being, "...Okay."
They reached the door, and Haruka eagerly got off Saitama to pull the door open…..
And be greeted by the sight of the museum's hall.
"...Hm?" Haruka blinked rapidly with a stiffened smile. She closed the door. And then opened it again.
The sight of the museum's grand hall remained beyond the exit door. Haruka then stiffly turned to Saitama.
"...Please tell me that you are seeing this as well."
Saitama pursed his lips while nodding, "Yeah, I can see the problem now… huh. Cleria didn't tell me anything about this."
Saitama was a bit stumped. Should he punch his way out? Or was this a part of the museum gig?
Haruka then took her cellphone out, hoping to call for help outside. Unfortunately, to her small surprise, she received no signal.
"For now, let's go back to the office, maybe cable phones work." Saitama shrugged.
Haruka was skeptical about the idea, but at this point, she would try anything that could get her out from this shithole.
When the pair turned around towards where the security office was, they were greeted with the sight of a horde of museum artifacts.
Statues, paintings, armor - all of them were either standing or floating around them.
They were surrounded.
And the same statue was face to face with Haruka… grinning menacingly.
The museum was filled with the shrieks of a maiden screaming her brains out the second time.
To be Continued...
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