That scene made Thor in the air freeze for a moment.
Even the Cyclops was stunned. Its enormous single eye blinked, as if it couldn't understand why its rock hadn't smashed that tiny bug into paste.
Saitama weighed the boulder in his arms, then looked up at the Cyclops's forehead and nodded.
"Yeah. Pretty obvious target."
Then he flicked his arm and threw the boulder straight back the way it came—faster than before.
The Cyclops didn't have time to react. Or rather, it never even considered dodging.
Boom!!
The boulder nailed that massive eye dead-on.
"ROOOAAARGH!!" The Cyclops let out a world-shaking scream of pain. The huge eyeball instantly turned bloodshot, and tears mixed with some unknown fluid sprayed out. It dropped the "weapon" in its hands, clapped both palms over its eye, and doubled over in agony, its enormous head sinking down.
Saitama strode forward. He stopped in front of the giant as it fell to one knee, glanced at the back of its knee and raised his fist again.
"Lie down."
One punch. Hit on contact.
RUMBLE!!!
Like a mountain collapsing, the Cyclops felt an indescribable numbness and acid pain surge through its supporting leg. Its gigantic body lost balance and toppled over with a thunderous crash, shaking the whole valley three times over. It struggled to get back up, but both its battered eye and its knee sent stabbing pain through it.
Then the fallen giant began to turn hazy, breaking apart into countless golden specks of light that drifted away like fireflies. In the end, it vanished completely into the valley air, leaving only the wreckage—and the spatial rift slowly sealing shut.
Thor descended to the ground beside Saitama. He stared at the spot where the giant had disappeared, then looked at Saitama's shiny bald head and that plain-looking fist. His expression turned complicated. He scratched his golden hair, voice thick with confusion and a trace of respect.
"Buddy… that way you handled it… is honestly pretty damn direct."
Saitama patted the dust off his hands. "What else was I supposed to do? He's so tall. Talking while looking up makes my neck tired."
Thor: "..."
He decided that when he got back, he'd need a few more cups of mead to process everything he'd seen today.
New York, Greenwich Village, Bleecker Street.
This was the location of the New York Sanctum—one of the key nodes guarding Earth against magical threats. But today, a private magic-art collection hall near the Sanctum had turned into a total disaster.
A collector (and third-rate wizard) lost control while trying to activate an ancient artifact. The violent surge of magic not only blasted him away, it also activated dozens of magical stone statues collected from different civilizations and different eras.
They were supposed to be art pieces. But flooded with chaotic magic, they came alive—eyes shining with different colors of sorcery. Wielding stone spears, sword-and-shields, and staves, they smashed through the collection hall's walls and poured into the street. They were monstrously strong, impervious to blades and bullets, and attacked every living thing they saw. Cars were split open by stone swords, streetlights were smashed apart by stone spears, and civilians fled in terror.
Doctor Strange arrived immediately, unfolding a massive Seraphim Shield to block the statues' first wave of impact.
(End of Chapter)
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