Before Saitama's voice even faded, his seemingly ordinary figure vanished from its spot.
The rocky ground beneath him fractured silently, leaving behind a deep footprint crater.
In the next instant—
He appeared directly in front of Gale Wind and Hellfire Flame, who were fleeing with everything they had.
As if he had always been standing there.
"What—?!"
Gale Wind and Hellfire Flame nearly screamed. Their eyes bulged, disbelief twisting their monsterized faces.
Their supersonic escape—
caught by this bald man?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Fear swallowed them whole.
But before they could react—
before they could even see Saitama move—
Saitama casually raised his right hand.
And waved twice.
Just two light, effortless swings.
Splat.
Wind of Gale.
Flame of Karma.
Erased.
Their bodies burst apart mid-stride, annihilated in an instant.
Saitama landed quietly, scratching his head. His shiny bald dome dipped slightly, as if embarrassed.
"Kaito! I think something's happening below! I'm gonna go take a look!"
He shouted suddenly, voice laced with a suspicious amount of panic—as if trying to hide something deeply embarrassing.
Before the echo faded, he had already leaped into the abyss headfirst, fleeing downward as though something terrifying was chasing him.
"This guy…"
Kaito watched Saitama vanish and shook his head with a helpless chuckle.
But he wasn't truly bothered by Saitama leading him astray.
With his current strength, clearing out the entire Monster Association alone wasn't an issue—just a matter of time.
Even if something unexpected happened—
even if God himself appeared—
he could simply use Kaito's Summon to pull Saitama instantly to his side.
With that reassurance, Kaito stopped lingering.
He inhaled deeply.
His perfected Kenbunshoku Haki burst outward, an invisible tide flooding through every corner of the underground.
Rock layers.
Underground rivers.
Hidden caverns.
Structures a thousand meters below.
Everything became crystal clear in his mind.
"Found you."
Within the sensory field, Sykes's well-concealed laboratory glowed like a lighthouse in absolute darkness.
Kaito turned to the girl beside him.
"Ready?"
Black-Eyed Psykos stepped forward, sliding her arms around his neck, her eyes shining with long-awaited vengeance.
"I've waited too long for this."
"Then… let's go."
Kaito wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
A low, thunderous growl rumbled from deep within his chest.
Crimson-gold Qi erupted outward, engulfing both of them like a volcanic storm.
Under his perfect control, the raging energy twisted into the shape of a gigantic spiral drill, its surface rippling with terrifying power.
*Boom—!!!*
The drill spun violently and plunged downward.
The supposedly unbreakable rock layers were reduced to rubble, then pulverized into dust even before they could scatter.
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Meanwhile, inside the underground laboratory—
Sykes and Clone lounged lazily in their luxurious recliners.
Sykes wore a wine-red silk nightgown, its deep V-neck revealing generous swaths of alabaster skin. Her long legs crossed elegantly, the crystal heel dangling from her toes swaying with her mood.
Clone, dressed in a dark green slip that clung precariously to her shoulders, watched the holographic projection hovering before them.
It displayed the brutal clash between Garou and Monster King Orochi.
"Hehehe…" Sykes twirled her wine, laughing happily.
"Look at him stand again. That makes seven times now, doesn't it?"
On the projection, Garou—drenched in blood—clawed his way out of the rubble once more.
His body was encased in a hardened layer of dark-red blood armor, his aura more feral and overwhelming than ever.
"What a monster." Clone licked her lips, excitement gleaming in her pale purple eyes.
"At this rate, once he fully monsterizes, he'll probably surpass Orochi."
"To our new trump card~"
Sykes raised her glass, and Clone clinked hers against it lightly.
The wine shimmered seductively in the light—reflecting their victorious mood.
Victory was within reach.
But—
Just as their joy peaked—
A spine-chilling shiver raced up both their backs.
Sykes jerked violently, spilling red wine across her pale thigh.
Clone froze, pupils contracting into pinpricks.
That feeling.
That terrifying, unmistakable premonition.
Before either could even scream—
The ceiling exploded.
*Bang—!!!*
Through the smoke and raining debris, a figure wrapped in crimson-gold energy descended like a wrathful deity and slammed into the floor.
When the dust settled—
Kaito stood there, Black-Eyed Psykos held gently in his arms.
A playful smile curved on his lips as his gaze glided over the two stunned beauties.
"Surprised? Didn't expect this, did you?
I've come to collect the two of you~"
Sykes and Clone went completely blank.
They had imagined countless ways a confrontation with Kaito might unfold.
A psychic showdown.
A strategic ambush.
A clash of overwhelming power.
But this?
Caught in their own lair—
in nightgowns, with wine glasses in hand—
while the enemy descended through the ceiling like a divine punishment?
This scenario had never even crossed their minds.
But when their gazes landed on Black-Eyed Psykos nestled comfortably in Kaito's arms—
Their shock ignited into towering fury.
"You—! You bitch!"
Sykes shot up from her recliner, not even noticing the silk strap slipping off her shoulder.
"How dare you show your face here?!"
Clone reacted even more violently.
The wine glass in her hand shattered with a sharp crack, crimson liquid dripping between her fingers like blood.
"Traitor! You brought Kaito here, didn't you?! I'll tear you apart!!"
Despite their rage-filled screams, both women were secretly focusing their psychokinesis upward—
frantically trying to contact Monster King Orochi for backup.
But no matter how desperately they called—
There was nothing.
No response.
Only the perspective from Great Eyes remained—
And all it showed was a massive, red, cheap-dishwashing-glove-covered fist flying toward Orochi's face at high speed.
Their last hope was being pummeled.
Meanwhile, Black-Eyed Psykos, faced with her original body's enraged counterparts, felt no fear at all.
Instead, she nestled even closer into Kaito's embrace.
"Darling…"
She tilted her small face upward, putting on a fragile, pitiable expression.
"Are you just going to let them say such awful things to me?"
She blinked up at him with shimmering eyes and let out a soft, exaggerated:
"Waaah~"
Kaito couldn't help the amused smile tugging at his lips.
Her acting wasn't exactly good—
but it was very cute.
He reached out and gently rubbed her head.
That single, affectionate gesture—
Destroyed Sykes and Clone's rationality.
Black-Eyed Psykos shared the same physical body as them.
Seeing her being tenderly touched like that—
It felt like they were the ones being handled in front of an enemy.
Unforgivable.
Both of them erupted at the same time.
Deep purple and light purple psychic energy surged out violently, flooding the entire laboratory like a tidal wave.
A storm of pure psychic destruction.
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