Chapter 28 – Garou
After erasing God from existence, Saitama-sensei drifted alone amidst the endless expanse of stars. For two and a half hours, he simply floated there, arms crossed, lost in thought. He had no idea where to go next—or how to find Zenin Kyūjō again.
Even though his fight with the deity had lasted only moments, the sheer speed of their battle had hurled Saitama far beyond any familiar part of the universe.
He considered waiting. Or maybe just walking around aimlessly through the cosmos until he stumbled upon Kyūjō—
when suddenly, a streak of light approached from afar.
It grew brighter and closer, cutting through the void like a comet.
It was Zenin Kyūjō, tracking Saitama's position through the faint residual energy of their battle using his Infinity Sensory System.
After being blasted away by the god's strike, Kyūjō hadn't died—not quite. The Starforce Armor he'd been wearing had saved him, though his body was left in ruins. He had spent the entire journey back burning through nearly all his remaining energy just to heal himself.
Because of that, he'd missed the final, decisive moment of Saitama's fight against God.
Luckily, that fight had ended quickly.
If it had lasted even a little longer, Kyūjō—slowed and wounded as he was—might never have found his way back through the infinite sea of stars.
When he finally reached Saitama, he could barely stand. His voice, transmitted through a faint telepathic link, sounded weak but calm.
"Take me back… to the coordinates where Blast opened the dimensional portal."
Saitama nodded silently, hoisting him onto his back.
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With just one light-speed leap, Saitama returned them to their entry point.
The moment they arrived, Kyūjō—who had barely managed to hold himself together—slid off Saitama's back and collapsed onto the ground. His face was pale as death, his body trembling from the shock.
"Urgh… remind me never to do that again," he muttered under his breath.
Traveling at light speed while half-dead… had nearly finished the job.
By his calculations, they should have arrived before the rendezvous time Blast had given them. But before either of them could rest, a swirling spatial portal opened right beside them—tearing through reality with a hum.
From it stepped Blast, clad in his signature combat suit, his presence radiating power. His voice boomed through the communicator in his helmet.
"You actually did it! You really did it! Unbelievable… that thing—the being that plagued Earth for so long—God himself! You defeated him! You two are the true heroes of this planet!"
Kyūjō only smiled faintly, too drained to respond.
Saitama opened his mouth as if to say something, but of course, no sound came out in the vacuum of space.
Blast chuckled lightly. "Save it. We'll talk once we're back on Earth."
Without wasting another second, he opened the return gate. One by one, the three stepped through.
Blast was the last to enter. But before crossing the threshold, he turned back for a moment.
Behind him stretched an infinite emptiness—no stars, no light, no sound. Just silence.
The god was gone.
Yet the thought flickered through his mind—
A being capable of killing a god… doesn't that, in itself, make him a god as well?
He didn't dwell on it. With a soft sigh, he stepped forward and the portal closed behind him.
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They reappeared beneath the ruined remains of City Z's underground base.
When they looked up, the entire city was still floating high above the sky, suspended in midair like a colossal island.
Saitama tilted his head. "Huh? Why's City Z flying up there?"
Before Blast could answer, Kyūjō patted Saitama's shoulder and pointed downward.
Below them, broken concrete and flooded caverns stretched endlessly. The bodies of countless monsters littered the ground, and here and there, a few survivors were climbing out from the rubble.
Blast exhaled deeply. "That was the work of a monster called Evil Natural Water. It had absorbed a fragment of God's power and gained control over the entire ocean. If Tatsumaki hadn't lifted City Z into the sky, it would've been swallowed whole."
He glanced toward the two of them, his tone grave.
"And if you two hadn't killed God first, Evil Natural Water would've become unstoppable. Even I might not have been able to defeat a formless creature immune to physical attacks."
Kyūjō nodded slightly.
Saitama, however, looked amazed.
"Wow! So that brat Tatsumaki's really something, huh? Lifting an entire city like that… Wait—if she doesn't put it back down, does that mean our house stays up there forever?"
Kyūjō froze.
What kind of question is that? he thought.
If you want to annoy Tatsumaki, just say so directly.
As if on cue, a distant psychic voice rang out.
Tatsumaki: "You stupid bald freak! You reek of cheap shampoo!"
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Three days passed.
City Z had returned to its normal, chaotic peace.
The people of the world had long grown desensitized to apocalyptic events. Giant monsters, alien invasions, and crumbling cities—none of it surprised anyone anymore.
Within days, life went on as usual.
And in a quiet neighborhood, Zenin Kyūjō, the white-haired man known as The Light of City Z, sat comfortably on his sofa.
He sipped a cup of warm tea while gently stroking the head of a large black dog resting by his feet.
(The dog—Pochi—was one he had rescued from the underground ruins. Miraculously, the creature had survived the collapse of an entire district.)
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The galactic army of Boros—destroyed.
The Monster Association and their leader, Orochi—eliminated by Saitama and the Hero Association.
Even the final threat, the God that loomed over existence itself—defeated by him and Saitama together.
There was no greater evil left in this world.
All that remained… was one man.
Garou.
A human with the potential to break his Limiter, just like Saitama.
But now—
there was no Monster Association to back him.
No deity to grant him borrowed power.
Could Garou truly reach that peak alone?
Could he, by his own strength, unlock the same transcendence that made Saitama who he was?
The thought intrigued Kyūjō.
No—fascinated him.
He had already made up his mind.
He would watch Garou's journey unfold—observe his struggle, his awakening, his descent and rise—without interfering.
If Garou died, he would not save him.
If he succeeded… then perhaps Kyūjō would finally witness another miracle.
"Garou…" he whispered softly. "Surprise me."
He leaned back into his seat, eyes half-lidded, a faint smile on his lips.
"The way Saitama shattered his own limits… it's something truly enviable."
Running a hand through his once-again thick white hair, Zenin Kyūjō exhaled deeply and murmured to himself—
"…And perhaps, one day, someone else will do the same."
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