A dull thud.
The rotting giant hound didn't even see what had hit it—its entire upper body instantly burst into a spray of foul, stinking blood and shredded flesh! The lower half twitched and collapsed.
The little girl was frozen in fear.
"Hide inside a house. Lock the door." Saitama's calm voice carried over—then his figure vanished again.
The next moment, he appeared in midair, and the skinned giant bat diving down was smashed by a single punch into a rain of blood.
Bang! Boom! Crack!
Saitama's figure moved at high speed through the town's streets, rooftops, and ruins like a ghost. His movements were as simple as they could possibly be. Every time he flashed into view, it was followed by a dull impact or an explosion—and the complete annihilation of a dark creature! He was like an efficient lawnmower. Wherever he passed, those vicious, terrifying monsters burst and shattered like balloons being popped!
"H-He's… a hero!"
"A superhero came to save us!"
"Quick! Hide! Don't get in his way!"
The desperate residents saw hope. They couldn't see Saitama clearly, but that yellow figure continuously flashing through the darkness—bringing brief bursts of light with each monster's explosion—became their only salvation. Supporting one another, crying and shouting, they desperately searched for sturdy cover to hide.
While clearing the monsters rampaging through the streets, Saitama also kept sensing the surroundings. He realized these dark creatures weren't attacking at random—they seemed driven by a single, unified will, their movements faintly following a certain pattern. And their active range seemed to revolve around an ancient, spire-topped stone church in the center of town.
In Saitama's perception, that church was like a vortex of darkness, releasing an energy fluctuation that was thicker and more evil than everything around it.
That was the source of the darkness!
After wiping out the last blocking shadow-creature that looked like a mud monster, Saitama stood before the old church's tightly shut doors. Inside, the evil fluctuation throbbed like a heartbeat, pounding again and again.
"So it's here." Staring at the church doors, Saitama didn't hesitate for even a second. He raised his foot—
Boom!
The heavy oak doors were kicked apart like paper, exploding into splinters! He stepped straight into the even deeper darkness inside the church.
The darkness within the hall was thicker and colder than outside—like congealed ink. The air reeked of blood and a stale, decaying scent, like an ancient tomb. Not a single ray of light made it through the stained-glass windows. Only a few remaining candles flickered atop the altar with weak, sickly green flames—bringing no light at all, only casting twisted shadows across walls coated in dust and cobwebs, making everything even more eerie and terrifying.
Broken pews littered the floor, and… dark red bloodstains that hadn't fully dried yet.
Clearly, this place hadn't been spared either.
The moment Saitama stepped inside, the source's evil pulse became even clearer—like tangible malice, constantly radiating from deep within the church—most likely from the basement below—trying to erode his will.
Yet this darkness—strong enough to drive an ordinary person insane in an instant—simply vanished the moment it touched Saitama, like a stream crashing into a reef. It had no effect on him at all.
"It's underground." Saitama walked straight through the messy nave and headed behind the altar. There, a heavy, rusted iron door stood half-open. Beyond it were stone steps leading down into the basement, and an even colder, filthier aura surged upward from below…
(End of Chapter)
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