Golden armor, crimson cape, needle-like hair, and a single cyclopean eye gleaming with menace.
The moment he appeared, the entire chamber froze.
The Galactic Overlord—Boros!
Once defeated by Saitama's Serious Punch, he had been sealed in the Tesseract, biding his time. Now, released at last, his aura dominated the room.
"Miss Saturday."
Boros bowed slightly, lips curling into a smile. Even while imprisoned, he had seen everything outside. Knowing that this woman was Saitama's closest ally, Boros naturally showed respect.
Saturday Sale smiled back and stepped into the void. She knew not everything needed Saitama's hands—some matters she would resolve herself.
"Well then, insects. I'll give you one minute to end yourselves. I've no interest in weaklings."
As she vanished, Boros settled into a throne of void-light, sitting like a god surveying ants.
"Kill him!"
Secretary John roared. Guns blazed, soldiers and bodyguards poured firepower into Boros.
Explosions shook the hall, smoke and flames roiled.
But from the haze came a cold laugh.
Unscathed, unmoved, Boros sat still upon his throne. Bullets and shrapnel scattered uselessly to the ground, his armor untouched.
The cosmic emperor had only grown stronger since his battle with Saitama.
Even a nuclear blast might fail to scratch him now.
Faces went pale. Hydra's men stared in horror.
"Use it! Now!"
Secretary John's voice twisted, lava-like cracks glowing across his skin.
The Extremis Virus!
Not just him—the other senators howled as their suits burned away, revealing warped bodies glowing with molten fissures. Hydra had forced them into becoming Super Extremis Soldiers.
One lunged like a beast, claws slashing for Boros's throat.
Another ten hurled themselves forward, collapsing the marble floor with brute force.
"Perfect… this world is already mine! Not even you can escape my grasp!"
John howled, believing these monsters were his trump card against SHIELD and the Avengers.
But then—
"Is that all?"
Boros's cold voice rose from the pile of bodies.
The Extremis senators froze.
Not a drop of blood. Not even a crack in his armor.
"Pathetic."
He seized one by the neck, ignoring the man's struggles, then casually flung him like trash.
The senator slammed into the reinforced wall and burst into mist.
Boros brushed others from his body like gnats, each one crushed into gore.
One tried to self-destruct—Boros simply gripped his skull until it popped like a melon.
Blood dripped as the cosmic tyrant advanced. His steps echoed like a death knell.
Even Hydra's bravest quailed.
He was no man—he was slaughter incarnate.
"D-don't come closer!!"
The senators screamed, pale with terror. Even with the Extremis Virus, their courage was gone.
"You'll regret this! You're declaring war on Earth!"
"We can negotiate! Spare us and everything can be yours!"
"The Mark armies are here—tens of thousands of citizens in those suits! You wouldn't dare fight the entire planet!"
Outside, the skies filled with Iron Legions.
Hydra's military Mark armors, and even the civilians' mass-produced suits, all hovered in the air.
At last John smirked, believing Boros could be forced to bargain.
"Oh? You mean these toys?"
Boros lifted a finger.
Golden energy gathered, humming at his fingertip.
With a snap, the orb shattered—
BOOM.
A shockwave erupted, sweeping the sky.
Mark armors cracked like glass, bursting into firework-like explosions one after another.
Tens of thousands erased in a single stroke.
One move.
Total annihilation.
(End of Chapter)
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