"Yeah, it's taken care of."
Saitama nodded, his tone still as flat as ever.
"The power's gone. Without it, these guys aren't that fierce anymore."
Looking at Saitama—completely unscathed, his clothes barely even dirty—and feeling the evil aura around them utterly vanish, everyone understood.
This terrifying crisis, triggered by the mushroom-cap main body and worsened by the collapse of its core, had finally been completely resolved by the bald man before them, by his strength alone.
"Thank goodness!"
"We won!"
"Long live Saitama-san!"
After a brief, stunned silence came a thunderous cheer.
The joy of surviving a catastrophe lit up every face.
Steve stepped forward and solemnly extended his hand to Saitama.
"Thank you, Saitama-san. You saved all of us—again."
Saitama glanced at the cheering crowd, then at Steve's outstretched hand.
He clearly wasn't quite used to this kind of scene.
He hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and shook Steve's hand, then scratched his head.
"Ah… no need to thank me."
"But next time something this troublesome comes up, it'd be nice if you could avoid scheduling it on discount day at the supermarket…"
The crisis had finally been temporarily resolved.
Even the sunlight seemed a little brighter than before.
Earth had barely caught its breath from a global-scale disaster when the alarms beyond the atmosphere tore through the short-lived peace once more.
This time, the threat didn't come from within the planet—
But from the cold, unfathomable depths of outer space.
A hideous, unknown alien fleet broke through near-Earth orbital defenses like a swarm of locusts. Massive motherships cast down countless black "meteors," which plummeted toward the major cities of every continent.
New York, that weather-beaten city of heroes, once again became the eye of the storm.
What crashed down weren't meteorites, but a type of terrifying lifeform never before seen.
They all stood over three meters tall, their bodies encased in carapaces that gleamed with a metallic chill. Sharp bone spurs jutted from their joints, and their compound eyes glowed with a cold, ghostly light.
These alien invaders moved with lightning speed and possessed monstrous strength.
Their bladed limbs tore through reinforced concrete as if it were paper.
Worse yet, a strange energy field shimmered around each of them.
Conventional firearms could only leave shallow scorch marks on their armor—
And some of the energy from those attacks was even absorbed, making the creatures' movements grow more ferocious.
"Avengers—assemble!"
Tony Stark's voice came over the comms, carrying a rare heaviness.
The red-and-gold Iron Man armor was the first to plunge into battle.
Repulsor blasts flared from his palms, lancing into the chestplate of the lead beast—
Only to stir up nothing more than a ripple across its armor.
The monster merely shook its head, let out a deafening roar, then swung its scythe-like forelimbs and lunged toward a Quinjet that was trying to evacuate civilians.
The city was burning.
Screams and explosions overlapped in an unending cacophony.
Wherever the alien behemoths passed, skyscrapers toppled and streets became ruins, leaving behind nothing but flames, smoke, and endless panic.
They seemed to have no clear strategic objective—
Only pure, unfiltered lust for destruction, as if they meant to tear this blue planet to pieces.
As the Avengers fought with everything they had, yet still found themselves locked in a grueling struggle against the enemy's insane defenses and bizarre energy traits—
A yellow figure suddenly streaked across the smoke-filled sky over New York like a comet.
(End of Chapter)
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