[Status Window: Ronan]
Class: Accuser
State: Empowered by the Power Stone
Intelligence: 4
Strength: 7
Speed: 6
Endurance: 7
Energy Projection: 7
Combat Skills: 6
Justice Value: -5
Weapons: Kree Battle Armor, Kree Warhammer
Note: With the Power Stone, Ronan's ambition and power have swelled to terrifying heights. He now believes his only true rival is Thanos.
"Arrogant insect! Begone!"
Ronan's warhammer surged, releasing waves of violet energy. The shockwave rippled outward, shattering bulkheads like glass. Armor that could withstand starship cannons crumbled like paper.
Ronan grinned—until his smile froze.
"You were laughing about something?"
Saitama tilted his head, scratching at his scalp.
"…Impossible. My energy wave?!" Ronan's eyes widened. The Kree Warhammer should have crushed bones and ruptured organs. Instead, it did nothing but crack the floor.
"Die!!"
Snarling, Ronan swung down. The Power Stone flared—BOOM!
Saitama rocketed away like a cannonball, smashing through decks. Metal walls crumpled, corridors collapsed, until a gaping trench stretched for kilometers.
The battlefield of Gamora, Nebula, Rocket, Groot, and Drax fell silent. A hundred-meter-long cavity yawned before them.
And from the far side, cloaked in violet energy, came Ronan. His armor glowed like a demon risen from the abyss.
"It's Ronan!!" Nebula's breath caught. That strike… it was at Thanos's level.
"Gamora! Traitor!!" Ronan's laughter boomed as his gaze locked on her.
Gamora's face went pale. "Run! He has the Power Stone—we're no match!"
Rocket didn't need telling twice. He grabbed Groot and bolted.
But Drax roared, runes burning crimson on his scarred body. "RAAAHHH!!"
The deck thundered as he charged. His fist slammed into Ronan's chest.
DOOM—!
The shockwave hurled Kree soldiers and allies alike. Only Groot's branches saved them from injury.
But Ronan… didn't move. His feet crushed the alloy floor, but he stood unshaken.
"This is your strength?" he sneered. Power surged through his armor, thrilling him.
"No!! I'll kill you!!" Drax howled, hammering Ronan with blow after blow. The deck shattered beneath them.
Ronan did not budge.
"I remember now. I killed your wife and daughter, didn't I? Their screams were exquisite."
His hand snapped up, catching Drax's fist. Violet energy burned, bones cracked, and blood spilled as Drax dropped to one knee.
"Pitiful insect. To die by the hand of a god… should be an honor."
The hammer rose high, humming with destructive force—
Then a calm voice broke the silence.
"…That hammer of yours looks pretty strong."
The warhammer froze mid-swing. Ronan's smile twisted into a snarl as he slowly turned his head.
Behind him stood Saitama.
(End of Chapter)
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