The group landed in the One Punch Man world—right in the ruins of what was once City Z, the former base of the Monster Association.
Dust and debris filled the air. The wind carried the faint scent of ash and iron.
Satria slipped a sleek black case from his coat, pulling out a premium Maria Mancini cigar. He examined the ruined city with quiet curiosity, then lit the cigar with a snap of his fingers.
A small ember flared to life.
Kurumi sighed softly, smiling despite herself. "Darling~ You're still at it, huh?"
She and the others had tried countless times to make him stop smoking.
Satria exhaled a slow stream of smoke, looking at her with a faint grin. "Hm? Are you worried about me, my lovely lady? Don't be. I can filter any poison from my body instantly. No harm done. Besides, some men need a little something to ease their minds—it's unavoidable. I hope you can understand."
He said it with a cool tone, posture relaxed and expression calm—clearly trying to look suave.
Kurumi's eyes narrowed behind her fan. 'This guy… fufufu. Trying to act all mighty again. I swear, one day I'll break that smug composure of his.'
Morgan watched him quietly, then smiled faintly. "The way you prepare and smoke a cigar is oddly elegant. You can be weird and stupid at times, but I'll admit—you have a certain class."
"Oh?" Satria smirked, flicking away the ash. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Artoria folded her arms, her tone serious. "Can we focus on the main issue now? This place isn't exactly a safe vacation spot. Do you know anything about this world, Satria?"
He nodded. "To put it simply, this world's all about heroes and monsters. They coexist—sort of—but it's chaotic. The stronger ones are absolute nightmares. So stay alert. Some of the monsters here can level cities without breaking a sweat."
The four of them looked out over the destroyed cityscape, where twisted steel and shattered skyscrapers stood like gravestones.
Kurumi chuckled softly, eyes glinting with excitement. "Sounds fun."
Artoria's gaze sharpened. "Or dangerous."
Satria took one last puff, letting the smoke drift into the wind. "Same difference."
They walked through the ruins, heading toward the source of the explosion—the air crackling with power and dust swirling around their feet.
"Satria," Artoria called, her voice calm but edged with thought.
He glanced at her. "Yes?"
"At that time, during our mission in Orleans…" She hesitated briefly. "Did you really turn Jeanne d'Arc into a human? How did you do it?"
"Yep," Satria replied casually. "As for how—well, that's a family secret." He smirked. "Why the sudden curiosity?"
Artoria's gaze drifted toward the horizon. "I just realized… I need more than what I am now. As a Servant, my power is bound by the class container that defines and restricts me."
She sighed softly, shaking her head as fleeting images crossed her mind—visions of peace, of love, of a future she once thought impossible.
Morgan's lips curved into a faint smile. "I can't believe I'm seeing you act like this, Artoria. Not even in my wildest dreams." She folded her arms. "So, to put it simply… you want my husband to bring you back to life?"
Artoria nodded firmly. "Yes."
Morgan chuckled darkly. "Not so fast, King of Britannia. The price of using my husband's power isn't cheap. How about we make a deal?"
Artoria frowned, her instincts flaring. "A deal, you say? Coming from you, that never ends well."
"Oi…" Satria sighed, rubbing his temple. "You two realize I'm standing right here, right? And you—don't use your husband as some bargaining chip for your shady business!"
Kurumi leaned against his arm, smiling sweetly. "Well, to be fair, darling~ we have an understanding. What's yours is ours, and what's ours is yours. Don't worry—we'd never do anything that harms you."
Satria exhaled in defeat. "First time I've heard that rule, but fine…" He turned to Artoria, his tone turning serious. "Let me be clear, Saber. Reviving you is one thing—but you need to understand what that means."
He held her gaze.
"If a Servant becomes human again, they lose their spiritual container and return to their original physical form. That means you'll regain a real body—but you'll lose the boosts that come with your Class container. No more immortality, no more mana supplies. Your Noble Phantasms won't be at full mythic strength unless certain conditions are met."
Artoria listened silently, her expression calm but intent.
"However—" Satria continued, his tone softening, "you'll also regain what Servants lack: true human potential, real emotion, genuine senses, and the ability to grow. You'll be alive, not just a summoned existence bound by purpose. And in your case…" He looked at her meaningfully. "You might be able to unlock the seals within you and unleash your true potential but doing so will definitely catch the attention of that annoying woman."
Artoria's eyes narrowed slightly. "You mean… Alaya?"
Satria nodded. "Yeah. And probably others, too."
The group fell silent for a moment, the distant rumble of the ruined city echoing around them.
"Hmm… looks like it's already over," Satria muttered, exhaling smoke as he watched the S-Class hero Tatsumaki crush her opponent—if he remembered right, the monster's name was Psychos or something like that.
"Hee~ They're strong," Kurumi grinned, her eyes gleaming.
"So these are the heroes of this world," Artoria said softly, watching the display of power. "I must admit, their strength commands respect."
Before long, new figures began emerging from the wreckage—Monster Association cadres, each one radiating lethal intent as they engaged the heroes.
Morgan turned to Satria, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Where's this Hero Hunter you said we were looking for? You mentioned he should be nearby."
Satria said nothing. Instead, he clenched his fist and struck the ground lightly. The earth quaked, spiderweb cracks spreading outward from the impact.
"Wake up, Princess," he said with a smirk. "How long are you planning to nap?"
The ground burst open—and a figure crawled out, bloodied but burning with unbroken will.
"Ugh… damn it. Those cowards ganged up on me and locked me in prison." Garou looked up, narrowing his eyes. "Wait—why the hell are you here?"
"Obviously, to help you," Satria said with a bright grin, giving him a thumbs-up.
"I don't need your help, idiot!" Garou snapped.
"Hehe, don't be like that. I know you missed me." Satria teased.
Garou lunged forward, his fist blazing with monstrous power—but Satria calmly raised a finger and blocked the strike with effortless precision.
"You…" Garou gritted his teeth, veins bulging. "Even with this transformation, you're still—"
"So mean," Satria interrupted, grinning wider. "And here I thought we were friends now."
"Tch! You're not my target today," Garou snarled, retreating a step. "I'll deal with these fake heroes and monsters first… show them what Absolute Evil really is."
"Absolute Evil?" Artoria tilted her head, puzzled.
Satria chuckled. "It means our boy Garou here wants to protect people—just in his own twisted, tsundere way. Classic anti-hero vibes!"
"I'm not!" Garou shouted, pointing at him furiously. "And after I'm done with them, you're next!"
"Fufufu~ What a spirited man he is," Kurumi laughed softly, watching him leap back into battle, his aura flaring like a dark star.
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Pervert Sage: Oi oi oi! What's with that silver-haired young man?! He's throwing punches like he's trying to punch his greatest enemy!
Spiderman: That's Garou, right? The guy's moving faster than my Spider-Sense can keep up with. I'm 95% impressed… and 5% terrified.
Kazuma-sama: Typical shonen anti-hero. First he calls himself evil, then he protects people "his own way." Bet he cries about it later.
White Lady: If I were still in my dungeon, I'd name him "Meatball of Rage #3."
Ice General: Hmph. Such raw willpower… I can respect that. He reminds me of the soldiers who fought to the bitter end in my empire. If only he learned discipline—he could conquer nations.
Emilia: Eeeh… but isn't this too destructive? Maybe... There are people living down there! Someone should stop them before they destroy everything!
BangSat: Oh relax, Emilia-tan. They blow up cities every Tuesday in that world. It's like… their hobby or something.
Spiderman: Can confirm. At this rate, the city is real estate value just hit zero again.
Pervert Sage: Pfft! Forget the city—did anyone see Satria-kun blocking Garou's punch with one finger?! That's not even fair! Teach me that, kid! I'll put it in my next novel!
Ice General: Hoh… His composure, his stance—I wonder how far he can go when serious.
Delicious Tuna: Wait wait wait! So the guy who just called the self claimed Hero Hunter "tsundere" is the same dude who punched the ground and made him pop out?! That's kinda awesome!
Robin: More than awesome—it's calculated. He knew Garou's energy signature underground. That means Satria's perception isn't just physical; it's beyond.
Spiderman: Nerd talk aside… I'm calling it now: Satria and Garou tag team incoming.
Kuroneko: Heh. If that happens, the heroes and monsters better start praying. Those two together are gonna turn this battlefield into minced meat.
Ice General: I'd pay to see that.
White Lady: Same~ but I'd rather eat the monsters afterward.
Emilia: Ehh?! Don't say things like that so casually!
Kazuma-sama: Typical day in the Dimension Chat… one guy smokes cigars then builds a harem with power like an Overpowered Character from a fiction story, one spider girls eats a monsters, and I'm just trying to not die broke.
Ruby: Shhh! It's starting again—Garou's charging back in!!
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The battlefield trembled under the chaos of war.
A group of S-Class heroes struggled to rescue the wounded—Tank-Top Master and Tatsumaki lay battered after their brutal clash with two Monster Association cadres.
"This is bad," Bang muttered, examining Tank-Top's condition. "Hate to say it, but we'll have to rely on the young miss's healing power again."
Just as they prepared to retreat, a swarm of inky figures emerged from the shadows. Hundreds—no, thousands—of identical black creatures blocked every escape route.
Genos gritted his teeth, charging his core.
The swarm lunged forward.
Bang and Genos fought desperately, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.
Kurumi glanced toward Satria. "Are you going to join the fight, darling?"
Satria stretched his neck slightly, exhaling a small sigh. "Yeah. Since I'm already here, might as well. Besides—" He smirked. "I'm getting bored just watching."
He turned to the others. "How about you three?"
Artoria drew her invisible blade, eyes sharp. "Of course! We can't just stand by while they're being overrun."
Morgan crossed her arms. "Are you stupid? Charging in without a plan is suicide. We should observe their abilities first."
"What did you say?" Artoria glared at her sister, sparks flying between them.
Kurumi intervened with a teasing smile. "Now, now… we're one team, remember? And Morgan's right. Let's observe a bit first. I'm sure our regal Emperor will protect any frail lady in need, isn't that right~?"
Satria pretended to look around, shielding his eyes dramatically. "Hmm? Frail lady? Don't see one."
Kurumi pouted and elbowed his ribs.
"Ow! What was that for?" Satria groaned.
"Hmph!" she turned away, feigning offense with the cutest sulk imaginable.
Satria chuckled and slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's always a delight to see your sulking face. You're adorable when you're mad."
Kurumi laughed softly. "Mmmm~ You tease. That's supposed to be my job."
Satria smiled, then let go. "As much as I'd love to keep this up… there's something more important to handle."
He vanished in a flash of golden light.
A split-second later, Black Sperm's attack halted mid-swing as a radiant sword carved through them like wind.
"What the—?! Who are you?!" one of the clones shouted.
Satria stood between the heroes and the monsters, his golden energy blade humming like divine thunder. "You guys alright back there?"
Bang exhaled in relief. "We're fine. Thanks for the assist."
"Sure thing," Satria smirked. "Now, let's teach these weird looking monkeys some lessons."
"Monkeys?!" Black Sperm's eyes widened with fury. "Did you just call us MONKEYS?! Let's tear this bastard apart!"
The horde rushed him, but Satria raised his hand.
"Hibashira."
A towering pillar of black fire erupted around him, consuming everything in its radius. The air crackled and distorted from the sheer heat.
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!" The Black Sperm screeched, melting into cinders.
"Stay back!" one shouted in panic. "That fire—it can burn us to ash!"
"Don't be scared, idiots! Attack him together!"
The swarm surged again.
"That's right," Satria murmured, his eyes glowing faintly. "Come closer."
In an instant, he vanished. Slicing movements too fast for the eye to follow shredded dozens of clones. Black Sperm tried to counter, but his movements were being read—every feint, every dodge.
"D-Damn him! It's like he can see the future!"
Suddenly, something else cut through the swarm—clean, precise, and fast.
Black Sperm froze as their numbers split into countless pieces. A man with a katana slung over his shoulder approached, calm and confident.
"You!" one of the clones shouted.
The swordsman grinned. "Heh. Didn't think I'd find another sword master around here. Who are you, young man? First time I've seen someone like you."
"Call me Agent S," Satria replied casually.
"'Agent S'? What kind of name is that?" The man laughed. "Fine, I'm Atomic Samurai. Let's talk later—first, let's finish off these black monkeys."
"Monkeys AGAIN?!" Black Sperm howled. "You'll regret that!"
Satria sighed. "Nice job making them angrier."
Atomic shrugged. "Hey, it's not my fault—they really do look like monkeys."
"Crush them!" one of the clones screamed. "Flatten everything! Sperm Tsunami!"
A massive tidal wave of dark matter surged toward them.
Satria lifted his hand, voice calm but commanding.
"Hadō #99: Goryūtenmetsu."
Five colossal dragons made of violet energy erupted into the sky, their roars shaking the earth. They dove into the tsunami, devouring the swarm whole.
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"
The air filled with purple fire and falling ash.
Atomic stared in awe. "What the hell was that?! Those dragons looked alive!"
Satria rested the blade on his shoulder. "Long story. Let's just call it… my power. Complicated to explain."
Atomic nodded slowly. "Fair enough."
Meanwhile, the few surviving Black Sperm clones panicked.
"We have to combine! It's the only way!"
"Are you insane?! Those dragons are still chasing us!"
"Then we have no choice—merge into one, or we're all doomed!"
The ground cracked under the weight of battle as heroes and monsters clashed violently.
Out of the smoke, a familiar figure emerged — bloodied, defiant, and radiating killing intent.
Garou.
He stopped in front of Bang, his piercing gaze cutting through the chaos.
"Old man…"
"Bang! It's Garou!" Bomb shouted.
"My hands are full here!" Bang grunted, fending off a wave of Black Sperm clones.
"Leave him to me," Atomic Samurai said, slashing another clone cleanly in half. "Go set things right with your disciple. I'll handle things with my new rival."
"Since when am I your rival?" Satria sweatdropped.
"Since now," Atomic grinned.
Bang gave them a sharp nod. "Atomic Samurai, Agent S — I owe you both." With that, he leapt toward Garou, ready to settle their fate as master and disciple.
But before anyone could move further—
A putrid, nauseating stench filled the air.
Everyone flinched.
"What is this disgusting smell?!" one of the Black Sperm gagged, covering his nose.
Then came the thundering footsteps and guttural laughter.
"What is this disgusting smell?!" one of the Black Sperm gagged, covering his nose.
Then came the thundering footsteps and guttural laughter.
"BWAAAAAHAHAHA! WHERE'S THE HERO HUNTER?! GAROU! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
A hideous, bloated creature lumbered onto the field — Führer Ugly, his body dripping like molten sludge, steam rising from every pore. His skin glistened with corrosive slime that hissed wherever it touched the ground.
Satria wrinkled his nose. "Yeesh. He's almost as ugly as that fat demon minion I fought in the Warp."
'So this is the shift… Garou's battle path diverged here. The timeline's already gone off-script. I can't rely on canon anymore,' Satria thought grimly.
"You got no shine, muscle head!!" the monster bellowed as Superalloy Darkshine charged in, his body gleaming like polished steel.
Their fists collided with a thunderous BOOM! But the moment Darkshine's skin touched Ugly's acid-coated body—his arm sizzled, flesh burning instantly.
"GAAAAAHHH!!" Darkshine roared in pain, his polished muscles bubbling like wax.
Above them, the grotesque mass laughed maniacally, its body rolling and twisting like molten tar.
"GA HA HA HA! HOW'S THAT?! I GOT GUMS' DIGESTIVE ACID—NOW I'M UNSTOPPABLE!"
Nearby, the samurai tried to regroup. One of them shouted, "We can't fight him bare-handed!"
But before the acid could reach them—
"Room."
Satria snapped his fingers. Instantly, the group of samurai vanished and reappeared several meters away, replaced by a chunk of metal from the ruins—which melted to nothing the second it touched Ugly's sludge.
Satria's eyes glowed faintly. "Atomic! Tell your friends not to attack. Their weapons will melt on contact. Don't waste your energy."
Atomic's face hardened. "Then how do we beat this thing?"
Before Satria could answer, the temperature around them dropped. A sharp, cold voice cut through the battlefield.
"Allow me." Morgan stepped forward, her long hair swaying as frost formed at her feet. Her expression was unreadable, but her tone dripped with disdain. "Let me erase this revolting creature from existence. Its mere presence offends me."
"Oh?!" Führer Ugly's eyes bulged as he stared at her. "Pretty little face, huh? Think you're better than me? HA! How about I ruin that face of yours, huh, huehehehehe!"
Morgan's icy blue eyes met his with a frigid calm that could freeze fire itself.
Her hand slowly lifted, frost crackling in the air.
"That," she said softly, "was your last mistake."
"Oi, oi, are you sure, Ojou-chan?" Atomic Samurai glanced warily at the pale woman who had appeared out of nowhere. Her presence alone sent chills down his spine. "That thing's dangerous. Even Darkshine, an S-Class hero, couldn't put a dent in him."
"She can handle this," Satria said calmly, arms crossed as if watching a show he'd already seen.
Atomic blinked. "You trust her? She with you or something?"
"Yep," Satria smirked, eyes never leaving the battlefield. "Watch and see for yourself."
"Tch, that Morgan…" Artoria sighed, watching the chaotic feed. "She rarely jumps into battle herself. She usually prefers… subtler methods. But it seems she's really determined to show her power in front of you all."
Kurumi giggled behind her fan. "Oh? Maybe because someone gave her a few sweet words to boost her confidence~. Though speaking of Morgan… I'd like to hear her story. Her past. She is my Servant now, after all. Who better to tell it than her beloved sister?"
Artoria visibly twitched, massaging her temple. "Trust me, you don't want to hear it from me. And beloved… isn't the word I'd use."
Kurumi tilted her head innocently. "Ara? Touchy subject?"
"Let's just say," Artoria exhaled, "my relationship with her is complicated. She's manipulative, vindictive… and dangerously brilliant. Especially regarding Mordred, and her… opposition to my rule."
"I see." Kurumi's smile faded slightly. "How unfortunate."
Back on the battlefield —
The world was crimson beneath a blood-red sky. The ground sizzled where acid dripped, and the ruins of heroes and monsters littered the wasteland.
Through the stench and steam lumbered Führer Ugly, his mutated form radiating madness and arrogance.
"KEH! I'll melt that pretty armor off ya, queen or not!" he howled, charging forward with shocking speed. Each step left holes of boiling earth in his wake.
Across from him, Morgan le Fay stood motionless — her black armor gleaming faintly under the dying light, her tattered cape dancing in the cursed wind.
"You dare approach the Queen of Fairies with that filthy existence…?"
Her words echoed like a divine curse. She raised her hand and from her palm erupted a black tempest of corrupted fairy mana. The wave met his acid splash mid-air and vaporized it completely. The battlefield filled with white mist and the hiss of boiling death.
Her glare hardened. The earth itself twisted beneath her feet, blooming into thorny, crystalline roots of blackened mana.
"KEHEHEHE!! NICE TRICK! BUT YA STILL BLEED, LADY!!" Ugly roared, muscles bulging grotesquely. He lunged, his massive arm smashing into her guard. Acid splattered — hissing as it burned through the steel.
Morgan didn't flinch. Her armor smoked, her cheek burned red from the splash — yet she smiled. A dark, terrifying smile.
"Pain…? You think this is pain, beast?" she whispered, voice trembling with rage and madness. "I have endured centuries of betrayal, exile, and despair."
Her magic surged — a storm of black and violet light bursting outward. The sigil of the Rhongomyniad (Cursed) burned behind her, and the ground trembled like the world itself feared her wrath.
"I am Morgan le Fay — Witch-Queen of the Lost Britain! You shall kneel before my fury!"
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Dimension Chat:
Pervert Sage: "Damn—! She's gorgeous and terrifying. Remind me not to flirt with her unless I have a death wish."
Ice General: "Heh… she's magnificent. That's how a woman should rule the battlefield. Cold, commanding, absolute."
Kazuma-sama: "Yeah, yeah, she's strong… but can she cook? Asking for a friend."
White Lady: "Eeeeeh?! That's a mana signature from hell! Even I wouldn't mess with that crazy lady!"
Spiderman: "Okay, I've fought lizard men, symbiotes, monsters, and magic wizzy, but my mother in law just melted an acid monster with attitude. Cool."
Kuroneko: "Her control is incredible… but that level of mana output could level an entire city if she's not careful."
Ruby: "Whoa… that's awesome! She's like Weiss times a hundred! But, uh… maybe angrier."
Emilia: "S-so much darkness… and yet, it feels so sad. Like she's fighting more than just a monster."
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Fuhrer Ugly swung a massive arm at her — a slab of acid-dripping flesh that melted the ground wherever it touched.
Morgan caught it.
The contact sizzled instantly. Her glove dissolved, skin blistering beneath the acid but she didn't flinch. Instead, her curse ignited, spreading up her arm like black lightning.
Her voice echoed across the ruined battlefield, low and wrathful.
"Fairy Curse: Grief of Albion!"
A shockwave of shadow burst from her palm, spearing through Fuhrer Ugly's body. For a moment, nothing happened—then every nerve in his flesh began to rupture. Veins blackened, muscles burst apart, and his scream split the air.
"GYAAAAAAA—AAAAAAAHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
His regeneration kicked in—only to make it worse. Every cell he healed re-triggered the curse, repeating the agony in an endless loop. His own power had become his executioner.
"STOP IT! I AIN'T DONE YET! I'M UGLY! I'M STRONG!!"
The monster stumbled forward, half-dissolved yet still defiant. The ground trembled beneath his feet.
Morgan raised her spear hand. The world darkened as a vast, intricate magic circle flared beneath her — runes of the old Fae glowing with blasphemous light.
"Your ugliness is not in your form," she said coldly, her voice cutting through his howls, "but in the soul that dares to call itself strong."
Black lightning spiraled upward. The Rhongomyniad Morgannacht took shape — a corrupted holy spear dripping with violet fire and shadow. The wind howled, the clouds split, and even distant heroes stopped to stare at the surge of cursed divinity.
"Then perish," she declared, eyes glowing like twin amethysts of wrath, "RHONGOMYNIAD — MORGANNACHT!"
The world erupted.
A beam of cursed light consumed everything ahead of her — a divine storm forged of despair and vengeance. The blast stretched to the horizon, burning through air, stone, and reality itself.
When the light faded, silence fell. The ruins were gone. The battlefield was carved into a molten canyon of glass and ash.
Nothing remained of Fuhrer Ugly but a faint puddle of liquefied flesh — which hissed, bubbled… and vanished into vapor.
The wind returned. Morgan lowered her spear, her armor cracked and smoking, yet her posture was unshaken — regal even amid ruin.
•
"Holy crap—! She's gorgeous and terrifying. Remind me not to flirt with her unless I have a death wish." Atomic shocked seeing the Slimy Monsters vaporized that cleanly.
"Yeah. That's Morgan le Fay for you… when she gets serious, even calamities kneel." Satria said proudly, like the prideful husband he is.
To be continued...