Chapter 119: Then Let Me See
Z City.
A bald man in casual pajamas lay on the floor mat without any regard for his appearance, sipping a cola while watching the day's television programs.
"What exactly are you talking about! Bankai!"
Watching the protagonist on TV selectively ignore the villain's long-winded speech, immediately unleash a big move, and rush forward to attack, Saitama nodded slightly.
"That's how it should be. Most other anime are full of long speeches; Kurosaki Ichigo is much more fierce, attacking immediately without listening to what the other person is saying."
Just then, he suddenly sat up, looking down at the floor with some confusion, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Huh? Why does it feel like the floor is shaking? Is there an earthquake?
Saitama pressed his head to the floor, his expression instantly becoming serious, and the simple lines of his face immediately became sharp and defined.
Serious Series: Serious Listening!
In an instant, Saitama's auditory perception spread out, allowing him to hear everything happening underground clearly.
What Monster King... what Gaia Cannon... what The Strongest Man on Earth... huh? The Strongest Man on Earth?
Saitama paused for a second before realizing that the The Strongest Man on Earth must be referring to King!
"Good grief, I knew that guy King went out to buy snacks and never came back. Turns out he snuck underground to fight Monsters, and didn't even wait for me!"
Since he was quite bored anyway, he simply changed into his classic hero outfit, the yellow jumpsuit, leaped from the windowsill, and then lightly landed on the ground.
It's better to go down and check. Otherwise, if King and that Monster King fight, they might accidentally demolish the house, especially since King's house is right above!
Saitama huffed and puffed his way to a sewer opening, casually tossing the hard steel manhole cover aside, then leaped in, his entire body instantly disappearing into the dark sewer tunnel... Meanwhile, at the Monster Association headquarters.
The shattered head of Monster King Orochi fell through the air.
But even at the moment of near death, there was no terror or despair in his eyes; instead, there was a deeply hidden trace of excitement:
"How can this be... As the Monster King, why couldn't my strongest attacks harm you in the slightest, and it seems you didn't even defend yourself."
Before his consciousness faded, the question most concerning Monster King Orochi was why King could effortlessly block all of his attacks.
He could sense that King blocking his attacks was not relying on mere defensive power; rather, it was as if his every offense was being adapted to by the other party.
King did not choose to answer Monster King Orochi's question; instead, he threw another punch, shattering the already broken head into scattered debris.
"You're about to die, why ask so many questions."
King casually grumbled, then waved his large hand, sweeping the remaining shattered body parts of Monster King Orochi over with Psychic Power and twisting them into a knot.
After doing all this, he controlled his Psychic Power to continuously probe, and the life Origin of Monster King Orochi flew out from the mass of flesh, landing precisely in his hand.
"Done. Next, I need to meet that so-called [God]."
King held the life Origin of Monster King Orochi in his right hand, spinning his left hand in the void. The countless shattered flesh masses of Monster King Orochi rapidly converged, forcefully molded by Psychic Power into a scarlet meatball that followed behind him.
The earth beneath him shattered continuously as King plummeted straight down, quickly arriving at the deepest part of the Monster Association's underground.
The deepest level of the underground was unexpectedly vast, likely constructed specifically to accommodate the enormous size of Monster King Orochi.
In the very center of the expansive underground space, a remarkably ancient-looking circular altar stood erected, emitting a faint glow.
Strange... Psychic energy cannot perceive the altar's existence?
Even though the light in the underground space was dim, for someone at King's level, if his eyes couldn't see, his mental perception could substitute for sight.
But for some unknown reason, when his mental perception spread toward the altar, it was like light entering a black hole, vanishing without a trace.
King raised his hand, and the surrounding energy seemed to respond to a commander's call, rapidly gathering in his hand to form a golden sphere of light, brilliant as the scorching sun.
With the illumination from the light sphere, he was able to clearly see the entire altar.
It was an altar that appeared to be constructed from ordinary stones, emitting a faint, eerie glow. Along the walls at the altar's edge, murals were carved.
King stood outside the altar, observing the murals on the wall.
A colossal creature, resembling a dragon or a snake with multiple heads, lay on the ground, while countless tiny humans knelt before it.
However, according to the content of the mural, these tiny humans were not worshipping this giant creature, nor was the giant creature sleeping; rather, it was curled up in terror.
Directly in front of the giant creature and the humans, a humanoid figure filled with countless twisted lines stood erect, indifferently looking down upon all living beings below.
Upon seeing that twisted humanoid figure, King suddenly felt dizzy. Although this dizziness only lasted for an instant, it made him vigilant.
Unexpectedly, just a mural could cause a negative effect on the current him. Is this the power of a God? "However, starting today, there will be no more Gods in this world."
King had firmly remembered the words Monster King Orochi had spoken earlier.
[He has become very weak. Whether it is you or me, taking the flesh and blood of the other person to the altar can summon the God, allowing passage to the alternate dimension where the other person exists.
At that time, the extremely weak God will certainly not withstand my power. I will devour Him and become the new God!]
A God Slayer, huh... King extended his hand. The meatball formed from the flesh and blood of Monster King Orochi, held aloft by Psychic Power behind him, slowly floated out and landed in his hand.
Immediately after, King adjusted his Aura to the Peak, meaning he was in his current strongest state, short of directly activating the Death Gate.
"Then let me see what kind of existence this so-called [God] truly is."
[A/N: Many people think it's over, but it's not. There's a small plot twist. Dear readers, ლ(^o^ლ)]
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