Just as he was debating whether to eat hotpot or pork cutlet rice for dinner, his old-fashioned-looking phone—though Nick Fury had called it a "global satellite encrypted custom line"—suddenly rang with a piercing shriek, shattering the quiet in the room.
"Moshi moshi?" Saitama picked up.
"Saitama!" Nick Fury's signature one-eyed-director voice came through the line—always urgent. Behind it were rapid keyboard clacks and the noisy blur of people giving reports. "Sorry to interrupt your break, but this is an emergency. Near the Mariana Trench in the Pacific, an abnormally high-energy reaction was detected three hours ago. Right after that, three offshore drilling platforms belonging to different energy companies were destroyed one after another, less than ten minutes apart."
"Oh…" Saitama blinked. "An undersea earthquake?"
"Not an earthquake." Fury's tone was unusually heavy. "Blurry satellite footage and survivor visuals show the platforms were attacked by a… giant sea monster we've never seen before. Its size far exceeds any known marine life—preliminary estimates put it at over three hundred meters long. More importantly, our energy spectrum analysis shows the energy fluctuations it's giving off are the same source as the dark energy that caused the chaos in New York."
"Dark energy?" Saitama recalled those small fry from a few days ago—kind of tough, but still solved with one punch. "So they're back again."
"Yes. This is serious. The deep-sea environment is special, and our conventional strike methods are heavily restricted. So we've formed a temporary special response unit. I need you to depart immediately for Pier 7—the Quinjet is already standing by there." Fury spoke extremely fast. "Your teammates include Namor, King of Atlantis, and Aqualad from Themyscira. Those two are experts at fighting in ocean environments. You'll be operating together."
"Under the sea, huh…" Saitama glanced at the clear sky outside the window. "Got it. I'll head over now."
He hung up, changed clothes quickly (still the same yellow hero suit with a white cape), checked the fridge, confirmed he could still make it back in time to catch the tail end of the supermarket discount tonight, then pushed open the door.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving only a faint breeze brushing through the empty apartment.
...Please send flowers...
A moment later, Saitama was already inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s iconic VTOL Quinjet. In the cabin, aside from two fully armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent pilots, there were two companions with very different vibes.
One was a man with slightly darker skin, pitch-black hair, and sharp eyes carrying the pride of a king. He wore only green shorts at the waist, bare-chested, with sleek but powerful muscle lines. Strange golden bands circled his wrists. He was Atlantis's ruler—Namor.
The other looked much younger. Fair-skinned, with vivid red hair, he wore a black-and-yellow scaled combat suit, curiosity and a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He was Atlantis's young hero—Aqualad.
Namor studied Saitama's bald head and his plain-looking outfit, brows faintly drawn, as if doubtful of the "land powerhouse" Fury had sent. But he didn't say anything—only gave a slight nod in greeting. Aqualad was friendlier, nodding as well to say hello.
(End of Chapter)
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