Saitama nodded and didn't say anything else. He bent his knees slightly, then gave the ground a casual push.
Boom!!!
A dull explosion rang out. The concrete where he had been standing instantly caved in, forming a spiderweb crater several meters wide. And Saitama himself became a blurred yellow streak—like a cannonball fired straight toward the eastern side of the city. He was so fast he even left a brief vacuum trail behind him.
The effect along his path was shocking.
Just the air pressure from his body breaking the sound barrier formed a violent hurricane. Dense clusters of insects on the streets were blasted into the air by the sudden shockwave, swept up like leaves under an invisible giant hand, then slammed into the buildings on both sides, shells cracking, fluids spraying everywhere. Some light vehicles were even flipped by the wind and sent tumbling far away.
In almost the blink of an eye, Saitama's figure vanished beyond the eastern skyline.
Tony stared at that fleeting trajectory and at the "vacuum zone" cleared along the route. Under his faceplate, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"…Every time I see it, it's ridiculous."
East City, Third Industrial District an abandoned warehouse complex.
This place should've been silent and deserted, but now it was packed with insects in layer after layer, clearly protecting something important.
Saitama dropped from the sky. His landing looked light, barely making a sound, yet the impact still made the ground shudder.
Right in front of him was the largest warehouse—the one with the strongest signal source.
The iron doors were tightly shut, but bugs constantly crawled in and out through holes in the surrounding walls. From inside came an extremely high-frequency, highly penetrating screeching—enough to make an ordinary person dizzy and nauseous just hearing it.
"This should be it."
Saitama clapped his hands and walked straight toward the warehouse entrance. Several unusually strong guard bugs at the door let out threatening hisses, raising scythe-like forelimbs as they pounced.
Saitama didn't even look at them. Like he was brushing aside a dangling curtain, he casually waved a few times.
Pff! Pff! Pff!
A few muffled thumps. The elite guards were sent flying back even faster, crashing into the warehouse doors and splattering into blurry piles of mush.
Saitama stepped up to the gate, raised a finger, and lightly poked.
Rumble!
The heavy metal doors were struck as if by a battering ram—ripped clean out of the frame and launched inward, crushing a whole cluster of writhing shadows inside.
The scene inside the warehouse opened up before him.
In the middle of the empty space, a queen bug about half a meter long its entire body covered in sleek, golden streamlined armor was sprawled atop a nest made from slime and jagged metal scraps.
Its abdomen heaved violently as it emitted the high-frequency signal controlling the entire swarm.
Around it stood dozens of larger insects—black armor gleaming, their mouthparts sharp as drill bits—elite guard bugs.
The golden queen sensed a massive threat. Its screech suddenly sharpened into something ear-splitting. All the guard bugs turned at once toward Saitama, compound eyes flashing with savage red light.
Saitama's gaze passed over the swarm and locked onto the golden queen.
"Oh, so you're the boss? You look… kinda shiny."
The warehouse was dim, lit only by a few thin beams of sunlight coming through holes in the roof, and by the faint glow seeping from the queen's golden shell itself.
A sickly sweet smell filled the air mixed with corrosive stink coming from the queen's nest slime and the insect secretions coating the floor.
(End of Chapter)
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