Saitama was trading blows with Quintessa inside the Temple of All Things.
After a blistering opening exchange, he'd already matched her rhythm. The violet lightning she hurled was terrifying—no doubt about it—but it was no longer what he was focused on.
What mattered now was this: with such ferocious, high-frequency output, how long could she keep it up?
Violet arcs slithered across the warships hanging over the temple. Wherever they crawled, scattered components twitched, clicked together, and stood up as newborn machine-life. Stray bolts stitched through the sky; birds that brushed the purple flash became metal fliers mid-wingbeat.
"If this keeps up, the whole planet will be crawling with mini mech-beasts," Saitama thought. "That's no different from a world ruled by Megatron."
That wasn't the future he wanted.
System, search.
Query: Quintessa's weakness.
System notice: Quintessa is a high-grade lifeform of the cosmos. Forcing this search will increase extraneous informational load in the universe.
Saitama: "…Say it in human words."
System notice: After the search completes, a random information vacuum will appear somewhere in the universe to restore balance.
Saitama stared. He wasn't a cosmologist; he had no idea why the system loved talking like that. Then a new hint blinked up.
"Oh. You mean a random cosmic wormhole spawns to even things out."
Which meant that once he beat Quintessa, he'd probably be hopping worlds again.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Across from him, Quintessa noticed. "You're at death's door and still smirking, Saitama?"
But by then, he'd already pulled the result he needed: how to counter Quintessa—and the true nature of the purple crystal in her palm.
That crystal was Cybertron's real core.
The planetary lifeblood the machine race had scoured the cosmos to replenish… had been in her hand all along.
And the only thing that could oppose Quintessa was the staff left behind by Unicron—Merlin's Staff.
"Good thing we already have it."
Saitama flashed to Vivian's side, snatched the staff, and—using the system's forcible fabrication—recast it into a pair of gloves.
His silhouette shifted. The beige coat and red cape remained, but now a gauntlet—Thanos-esque in profile—wrapped each fist. They pulsed with living violet light.
"Merlin's Staff—Recast."
The moment he donned them, Saitama went invincible-berserk. Every purple bolt Quintessa hurled? He punched it aside. Every crackling arc she shed? He absorbed it clean.
Quintessa's face drained. "What… what is this?!"
"Curious?" Saitama said. "Not telling."
He wasn't about to explain that the "staff" in his hands was Unicron's scepter—and that Unicron, in this worldline, was the very being beneath his feet: Earth awakened.
In this world of Transformers, humanity's existence was already a miracle. And in that miracle he'd seen others like him—lives that loved life and equality, that dared to resist.
If he was right, then the instant he reforged the staff, Unicron had stirred. The living world that carried every human life had woken up.
"Quintessa," Saitama said, "your time is up."
He drove in with Serious Consecutive Punches. The once-aloof "Mother of All" reeled, her screams tearing through the vault of the temple. The gauntlets drew from the same source as her power—then multiplied it with Saitama's own. It was more than she could bear.
She threw her head back and shrieked, "Unicron—save me!"
Saitama stomped her twice, hard. "You're insane. You came to kill Unicron, and now you beg him for help?"
In that instant Quintessa realized Saitama knew far more than she'd imagined.
He stepped in, drove a fist clean through her chest, and wrenched free the core of her being.
Just like that, Quintessa's vicious life ended.
For a heartbeat, the temple fell silent. Then the soldiers erupted—surging forward, hoisting Saitama high.
"Saitama, thank you! You're a real hero!"
"You saved Earth!"
The Autobots all threw him a thumbs-up. Optimus Prime let out a long breath. "Our nightmare is over. And… thank you. All of you. And you, Cade."
The little girl beamed. "Saitama-onii-chan is amazing!"
A blue ladybug chirped, "Bzzt-bzzt~"
Across Earth, shock rolled like thunder.
In the White House, eyes bulged at the feeds. "That godlike being—Quintessa—Saitama actually killed her?!"
Ivanka whispered, "He's really that strong…"
Britain.
Sir Edmund muttered, "I didn't expect Saitama to be this powerful…"
A mechanical butler sighed in relief. "Thank goodness—our little lives are spared."
China.
"We must award Saitama the Hero's Medal!"
Ding, ding, ding—
Quests fired complete in Saitama's system. Only then did he realize how much this world-saving run had paid out. One reward in particular blinked gold: a gift from the Lord of the Universe—Supreme Tai-jun.
"Huh? What's this?"
He skimmed it—and found the true creation myth of the Transformers world. At the dawn of the cosmos, the true deity, Supreme Tai-jun, forged two prime machine beings: Unicron and Primus. Unicron was the Earth that had just awakened. Primus created the Quintessons, and the Quintessons created the Transformers. The "Quintessa" he'd just flattened—borrowing Unicron's power to do it—was the Quintessons' alias.
She'd schemed to steal Unicron's core-fire—and got schooled for it.
Saitama shrugged. Maybe that's just fate. Consider it a post-credits tidbit to cap off this movie world.
He hadn't been traveling long, and already he'd lived through so much. What would come next? The thought made him… a little excited.
(End of Chapter)
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