I'll say right away that English is not my native language and my skills in it are incredibly poor. Therefore, please do not scold me too much for the poor quality of the text. And besides, I dug up this story in the depths of my notes, writing it as a way to kill time.


- You know, I even started to like you. You gave me my hair back, made me look almost five years younger. I even thought about not killing you. However, you destroyed my home, killed a couple thousand people. And most importantly... I lost my discount coupons... - Saitama continued, clenching his fist - As a hero, I can't forgive you for this.

- I don't see the point in your words! - exclaiming, this creature immediately rushed to attack.


This was one of the few memories Saitama managed to retain of the battle with "God". Their clash had caused far more destruction than he could have expected. For example, the destruction of the universe with "zero strike."

As a result, Saitama was left drifting in a vacuum, surrounded by a black void without stars. How long had passed since he had defeated God, he did not know. And he did not particularly want to. Everything ceased to have any meaning. The Earth, apparently, had been destroyed, as well as the other planets. There was no point in returning or rushing anywhere. Oxygen, as he had already managed to understand, was not necessary for him. And as for the need for food and water, Saitama could only guess whether he would die of exhaustion or continue to drift in the darkness for the rest of eternity.

Did he feel any regret for his thoughtless action? A little. His emotions seemed to have dulled more than ever. And besides, if he hadn't done this, this "God" would have probably continued to terrorize other worlds.

"At least I can sleep peacefully..." Sleep was the only way to kill time in this situation, and so he, without thinking twice, closed his eyes and plunged into a world of dreams.


- Hey! What are you doing here, you bastard?!

The first thing Saitama saw after waking up was the light of a flashlight pointed straight at his face.

- Get up!

Before he could say anything, Saitama was grabbed by the sleeve of his hoodie and lifted off the ground with a sharp movement.

As it turned out, the one who grabbed him was a black-haired Asian man in his thirties, dressed in a dark blue security guard's jumpsuit.

- You're coming with me!

A second attempt to pull his sleeve was unsuccessful for the man. Saitama, who had been easily lifted to his feet not long ago, was now like an iron pillar, sunken deep into the ground.

— Let go of my sleeve, or you'll stretch it even more.

It took the man a second to realize what was said.

— You're going to tell me what to do, you little bastard! I'll...! — Before he could finish speaking, the guard was sent flying by a careless slap from Saitama. Having crashed into the wall, the man's unconscious body immediately slid off and fell to the floor.

Realizing that no one would bother him anymore, Saitama, without wasting the opportunity, began to look around his new surroundings. As it turned out, he was standing in a huge room with a high ceiling, surrounded by numerous boxes of different sizes and shapes.

"Warehouse?" — Flashed through his mind.

At that moment, Saitama's face lit up with shock from the realization — Wasn't the earth destroyed?!