"What a pity, worm. You shouldn't be here."
One of Kaecilius's zealots sneered, cracking an electric whip that slashed through the walls like tofu, the strike speeding toward Saitama's head.
"Justice value looks negative."
Saitama's mutter was quiet, yet it reached every ear.
Negative justice value? The zealots blinked, confused—until the world collapsed around them.
Ordinary Punch.
Saitama didn't waste words on small fry. Negative justice values and corrupted attributes marked them as no longer human. Their dark energy link to Dormammu made them monsters.
That made things simple.
A punch blasted forth.
The whip disintegrated instantly, and in the zealots' terrified eyes, the punch storm swallowed them whole. The devastating force tore through the church interior, shattering everything in its path.
Boom!
Half of St. Paul's Cathedral disintegrated, rubble raining down in smoke and fire. Saitama had held back—otherwise the street outside would have been destroyed too.
But even that restraint shook everyone.
Kaecilius froze mid-pursuit of Strange, his zealots stunned as well. Even Strange himself stopped running, eyes wide.
The smoking ruins framed the bald figure calmly stepping forward.
"…This bald man… is strong."
Kaecilius's heart pounded. That single attack terrified him. No chanting, no magic aura—just raw, impossible power.
Could he be a Supreme Mage?
Only Ancient One–level sorcerers could instant-cast spells. Kaecilius, infused with dark energy, could skip chants, yet he still couldn't comprehend what he just saw.
"You… You're that random bystander?" Strange's face hardened. "But you don't have a Sling Ring…"
If Saitama was trapped in the Mirror Dimension without one, he'd never escape. That worried Strange deeply.
"Kaecilius, Dormammu's follower? I've seen similar things before—like monsters back in my world."
Saitama brushed off the dust, tone casual.
Monster Association. Martial artists corrupted into monsters through cells. Dormammu's zealots corrupted through dark faith. Same thing.
"You… You know my name?!"
Kaecilius's face changed drastically. Aside from the Ancient One, who could speak of Dormammu with such contempt?
"Ancient One? Oh, I met her. You must be the runaway disciple."
Saitama's panel displayed Kaecilius's data—traitor, Dormammu zealot, power beyond Loki's. A decent opponent.
Kaecilius felt his blood run cold. The strange baldy was too unpredictable, too dangerous. He needed to be eliminated first.
"You two, deal with Strange. I'll handle this one."
He waved off his zealots and stepped forward.
"Hey, run! They'll kill you!" Strange called, opening a fiery portal near Saitama.
Doctor's instinct—always saving others.
But Kaecilius stomped the ground. The entire cathedral warped like stacked blocks, walls and floors folding, dragging Saitama straight toward him.
"Heh… so Earth produces interesting creatures too. But too bad. No matter what you are—pretender or demon—you die here!"
With a snarl, Kaecilius spread his hands.
An invisible blade shimmered into being, aimed straight at the bald man's skull.
Dragged across the shifting floor, Saitama was pulled right up to him—
—and Kaecilius thrust, stabbing for his head.
(End of Chapter)
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