Geryuganshoop was already accustomed to Boros's might.
"Is that so? No wonder I vaguely sensed it… the opponent who can make me fight with all my strength is just ahead!"
Boros's single eye gazed at the distant solar system outside the viewport, as if piercing through endless time and space, seeing a fated existence.
It was the thirst of finally smelling a kindred spirit after being invincible for too long!
The corners of Boros's mouth curved into a smile of pure anticipation.
"Order the engine room, increase the power sphere's output to maximum, full speed ahead!"
Geryuganshoop bowed respectfully: "Yes, Lord Boros!"
The colossal steel battleship erupted with a surging roar of energy, transforming into a streak of light that tore through the darkness, accelerating towards the magnificent star system where that azure planet was located!
...Hero Association, A-City Headquarters.
S-Class Hero exclusive conference room.
The dark room's decor exuded technology and solemnity, and the atmosphere around the heavy oval conference table was oppressive.
Every individual present was a top-tier combatant capable of subduing an entire city, a walking natural disaster.
However, these top-tier humans usually had no interactions with each other, given their identities as professional heroes.
At this moment, these unruly powerhouses maintained a tacit silence, eyeing each other with various expressions.
"Hmph, how rare, to call all of us here."
A petite figure appeared with an arrogant voice. The S-Class Rank 2, Terrible Tornado, floated in her seat with her arms crossed, her emerald green eyes sweeping across the room with undisguised disdain.
Her tight-fitting black slit dress made her an absolute eye-catching focus even in a serious setting like the conference room.
"Hey, I say, can this meeting be over quickly? After the meeting, I still need to rush to the supermarket for discounted beef."
Saitama sat in his seat without any tension, one hand propping up his chin, the other unconsciously drawing circles on the table, his tone full of anticipation.
Genos, sitting beside him, sat upright, his golden electronic eyes flickering with data streams, rapidly recording every detail in the conference room, including air humidity and temperature.
"Teacher, please rest assured, I will take you to the supermarket as quickly as possible after the meeting."
Beside them, a man with three hideous Scar on his face remained silent.
"Oh my, are all the cute boys gathered here to welcome my loving hugs?"
A sticky voice sounded, and Puri-Puri Prisoner unreservedly displayed his exaggerated muscles, blowing a kiss to the S-Class Rank 8, Zombieman.
Zombieman turned his head expressionlessly and silently lit a cigarette.
"Tch, a bunch of rabble." The S-Class Rank 4, Atomic Samurai, held his sword and closed his eyes, resting.
"I really want this to end quickly, my sister is waiting for me to come home and listen to a concert."
The S-Class Rank 15, Metal Bat, muttered to himself, but his sharp gaze occasionally swept across the room, seemingly evaluating everyone's speed.
"Ahem."
At the head of the conference table, Hero Association Executive Sitch cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.
His face was not good, and his eyes revealed an undisguised weariness and gravity.
"Thank you all for arriving on time. I've gathered you all today because of an emergency concerning the survival of humanity."
He placed a slip of paper under the projector, and everyone's eyes focused on the few hastily scrawled words.
— The Earth is doomed.
"This is Hibava's last prophecy, left before she passed away," Sitch's voice was hoarse.
The conference room instantly fell into a dead silence.
Saitama was the first to raise his hand, breaking the heavy atmosphere: "Um, who is Hibava?"
Puri-Puri Prisoner beside him comically wiggled his eyebrows: "You don't know her?"
"She's the great prophet with 100% accuracy, often appearing on TV shows."
Saitama, who had only recently gained access to paid channels, suddenly understood: "I see."
The S-Class Rank 3, Silver Fang Bang, stroked his long beard, his expression grave: "Lord Hibava's prophecies have never been wrong; we cannot take this lightly."
"Sounds interesting!" Superalloy Blackluster excitedly displayed his gleaming muscles, "No matter what comes, it cannot break this steel-like body of mine!"
"What kind of enemy is it?" Genos calmly asked, "Do we have any specific intelligence?"
Sitch shook his head: "No. This is our biggest challenge. We don't know who the enemy is, where it comes from, or when it will arrive."
"Then what are we even talking about?!" Metal Bat impatiently slung his bat over his shoulder, "Let's just disband. You can call us when the enemy arrives!"
Everyone began to discuss, while Sitch had a headache.
S-Class Heroes, as a special sequence among professional heroes, possessed abnormal strength, and their personalities varied wildly.
They were either problem children, problem youths, or even problem old men.
It was hard to lead such a team!
Just as Sitch was sighing inwardly...
"Alarm! Alarm!"
The ceiling lights of the conference room suddenly turned a dazzling blood-red, and a sharp, urgent alarm blared throughout the entire building!
Boom—!!!
With a loud crash, the heavy alloy door of the conference room was violently forced open from the outside.
A staff member stumbled in, his face filled with terror, his voice distorted by fear.
"N-not good! Everyone! Above A-City… above A-City, there's…"
Before he could finish his sentence, the virtual screen in the conference room had already switched to an external surveillance feed.
Upon seeing the image displayed, all the S-Class Heroes' expressions changed, and everyone was utterly stunned by the sight before them.
A gigantic, indescribable dark purple spaceship, like a floating metal mountain in the sky, obscured the entire firmament.
Its menacing outline and complex structure exuded a cold and ominous aura. Its sheer enormous size alone was enough to make any human feel profound insignificance and despair from the depths of their soul.
A-City, the most prosperous metropolis in the world, looked as tiny as an exquisite sand table model beneath the shadow of this spaceship.
"What… is this…" Metal Bat murmured, his grip on his bat unconsciously tightening.
"You've got to be kidding…" For the first time, Atomic Samurai's face showed emotion.
"So… so big…" Even Saitama rarely looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Only Terrible Tornado, after the initial shock, had a burning fighting spirit ignite in her emerald green eyes.
Green Psychokinesis aura began to emanate from her body, and she slowly rose into the air.
"I don't care what you are, get off Earth!"
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