Chapter 25 — The Miraculous Limiter
The ground thundered with deafening booms that shook the air itself. What was once the peaceful City Z had now descended into chaos.
Skyscrapers trembled as though about to crumble. The streets cracked open, the very earth splitting into vast, yawning chasms that seemed to have no end.
Millions of terrified civilians scattered like a swarm of panicked insects, rushing in every direction in search of safety.
But then, amid the chaos, some began to notice something strange—
The clouds overhead seemed closer.
Before long, everyone realized the impossible truth.
The entire City Z—buildings, streets, people and all—was rising. Floating higher and higher, until it hovered nearly a thousand meters above the ground.
Only then did the citizens understand the magnitude of what had just happened.
They, along with their entire city, had been lifted into the sky.
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The one responsible for this miracle was none other than Tatsumaki, the strongest esper on Earth.
To prevent her overwhelming psychic energy from accidentally harming the innocent, she had forcibly lifted the entire city into the air.
Now, the underground headquarters of the Monster Association, once buried deep below City Z, was fully exposed under the sunlight—vulnerable and defenseless.
But even with her immense power, could Tatsumaki possibly have the stamina to both hold an entire city aloft and fight against the remaining Dragon-Level monsters?
Among those monsters, Evil Natural Water had quietly merged with the underground water flow, spreading toward the ocean.
After resonating with the energy of a mysterious entity—the being known only as God—it evolved into something far greater.
Its form became one with the vast sea itself, transforming into a new existence:
Evil Ocean Water, the embodiment of the Sea Mother. Its threat level was… unknown.
The waves it created rose hundreds of meters tall, rolling and crashing like titanic walls of destruction.
Fortunately, Tatsumaki had already raised City Z into the sky; otherwise, that single wave alone would have erased the city completely beneath the ocean's surface.
Now, this newly born Evil Ocean Water—surpassing even the limits of Dragon-Class strength—had become a disaster that even the combined might of the Hero Association could not contain.
The only silver lining was that its attacks were indiscriminate—affecting friend and foe alike.
Its colossal tsunamis devoured everything in their path. Even several S-Class heroes who couldn't fly and hadn't been saved in time by Tatsumaki were swallowed whole. The same waves wiped out nearly all of the remaining monsters within the Association's ranks.
The battlefield had devolved into pure pandemonium. Heroes and monsters alike were being erased by forces beyond comprehension.
And as Tatsumaki struggled to keep City Z aloft, her psychic energy faltered—her breathing turned ragged, her focus wavering.
Just when it seemed she might collapse—
—the very air around the battlefield distorted.
A ripple in space tore open, and from within that rift, a man descended like a meteor.
Blast, the S-Class Rank 1 Hero, had finally entered the fray.
Without a single word, he appeared behind Homeless Emperor, one of the remaining Dragon-Class monsters. His fist glowed with condensed gravity.
Gravity Fist.
The impact was instantaneous. Homeless Emperor's body imploded from within—shattered into countless fragments before the monster could even scream.
Blast didn't pause. He turned, raising his other hand. A beam of energy ripped through space itself—
Dimensional Cannon.
In the blink of an eye, the beam vaporized another Dragon-Class monster: Black Sperm, who had evolved into his strongest form, Platinum Sperm.
His speed was said to rival Flashy Flash, one of the fastest heroes alive.
But even that wasn't enough.
The Dimensional Cannon didn't simply move through space—it ignored it.
There was no escape, no reaction time. Unless one could teleport before the blast was fired, death was the only outcome.
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But for now, let us leave behind the chaos on Earth… and return to the two figures who had ventured beyond it—
Zenin Kyūjō and the Bald God himself, Saitama, who were now drifting among the stars.
After stepping through the dimensional portal, they found themselves in an unfamiliar expanse of glittering starlight.
Kyūjō floated gracefully, the luminous aura of Starforce surrounding him like a cosmic current.
Beside him, Saitama spun slowly, flailing a little as he drifted weightlessly. The sudden absence of gravity—and oxygen—caught him completely off guard.
Kyūjō didn't intervene. He simply observed in silence, his sharp gaze calm but analytical.
"A being who has broken past the limiter of power itself… can such a creature truly adapt to any environment, even one as hostile as space?"
The answer came quickly.
Saitama's body adapted in seconds.
He stopped holding his breath. His expression relaxed. Then, with a puzzled look, he started scratching his bald head.
As if nothing had happened, he began walking through space.
Yes—walking.
Where his feet stepped, a faint ripple of force appeared—an invisible gravitational field forming beneath him.
Kyūjō stared for a moment. Then, with a sigh that was equal parts disbelief and resignation, he reached out telepathically.
"Saitama, you don't need to speak. Just reply with your thoughts."
Saitama blinked, then nodded.
"Hey, Kyūjō… are you okay? We're in outer space, man. Don't tell me you're actually an alien or something?"
Kyūjō rolled his eyes. "I should be asking you that! You're the one who looks more alien than I do. But seriously—you're not breathing, there's no air, and yet you're fine? Your body doesn't hurt at all?"
Saitama shrugged. "Hurt? Nope. My body's used to this. I've been through hellish training, remember? I've done anaerobic workouts for years. No oxygen's no big deal."
Kyūjō's face twitched.
Hellish training… You mean the one that's just 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run every day… without air conditioning?
Also, anaerobic training isn't the same as literally having no oxygen, you idiot!
And since when could a person casually walk through outer space?!
Internally, Kyūjō screamed. Externally, his expression remained as calm as still water.
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Now that Saitama had somehow adjusted to the vacuum of space, Kyūjō focused forward once again.
Their eyes turned toward the being that loomed in the distance.
The entity known as God.
Its form stretched hundreds of meters tall, covered entirely in intricate glowing markings that pulsed like veins of light.
The patterns were so complex that they seemed to defy geometry—interlocking shapes that twisted endlessly across its body.
It had no face. No eyes. No mouth. No expression.
Only an overwhelming stillness, like the silence before creation itself.
Saitama stared. "He looks like he's still asleep, Kyūjō."
Kyūjō's lips curved into a faint smile. "Then… I suppose I'll be the one to wake him up."
He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fist, and propelled himself forward—
straight toward the sleeping god.
To wake a deity… with his own brand of greeting.
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