There was no explosion, no fireball. Only the most complete kind of "disintegration."
The colossal beast's massive, constantly regenerating body was like a sand sculpture tossed into an industrial shredder—starting from its core, it shattered inch by inch into the finest black dust. Those flailing tentacles and the split-off little symbiotes all lost their vitality at the exact same time, as if their souls had been yanked out. They softened, collapsed, and became puddles of black, sticky sludge with not even a trace of life left, splattering everywhere.
The harbor that had felt like doomsday just a second ago fell silent in an instant. Only the crackle of flames remained, along with the distant sobbing of civilians who'd been rescued.
Iron Man hovered in midair as the glow of his Palm Cannon slowly faded. He looked down at the beast he'd just hammered with everything he had—only for it to be completely gone now, leaving nothing but a mess of black residue all over the ground. Then he raised his hand and stared at the palm of his high-tech armor.
After a few seconds of silence, Tony's voice came through his faceplate, carrying a hint of frustration and a huge amount of curiosity.
"Friday, record all the data. Also… I think it's time we start developing an 'Anti-Saitama Armor'… no, a 'next-generation power enhancement system.' Looks like my arsenal needs an upgrade again."
Greece, a valley somewhere in the Olympus Mountains.
A quiet little town that used to be a tourist spot was now swallowed by panic. A spatial rift, flickering with unstable energy, stretched across the sky above the valley, and from that rift stepped out a terrifying giant over fifty meters tall, muscles knotted like mountain ranges, with a single enormous eye in the center of its forehead—
A Cyclops from mythology, alive and standing in the modern world.
The giant let out a thunderous roar that shattered the town's windows. It casually yanked up an ancient tree, or scooped up a boulder from a nearby slope, and hurled them into the town like pebbles. Buildings collapsed with booming crashes as people scattered and fled in all directions.
Thor descended from the sky, swinging Mjolnir, lightning coiling around his body.
"In Odin's name! Go back to your myth, monster!"
A blow packed with divine power and crushing thunder slammed into the Cyclops's lower leg. But an attack that could split mountains only made the giant sway slightly. It left a shallow, scorched mark—if anything, it only enraged it further…
"Pathetic god! Feel the power of the Titans!" the Cyclops roared, lifting a boulder more than ten meters across and hurling it savagely at Thor in the air.
Thor dodged nimbly, but his expression turned grim. "Damn it… his skin is harder than Uru metal!"
Just then, Saitama and Genos arrived on the scene aboard a S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft. Saitama jumped down from the plane and happened to see the Cyclops pick up another boulder, preparing to throw it at a smoking school that still seemed to have people inside.
"Sensei, the target's defense is extremely high. Thor's attacks aren't having much effect," Genos reported rapidly.
"Oh."
Saitama looked at the incoming boulder that blotted out the sky. He didn't dodge. He didn't block. He just casually reached out, like he was catching a basketball someone tossed his way, and lightly caught the boulder carrying terrifying momentum. Then, with a smooth motion, he unloaded the force and cradled it in his arms.
(End of Chapter)
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