Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

The sky over Z City turned into an apocalyptic color on this day.

At 3:17 PM, the Hero Association's alarms blared throughout the city.

It was a distinctive, piercing alarm sound, carrying an aura of despair—a Dragon-level disaster alarm.

In the Hero Association's disaster rating system, Dragon-level disasters represent "disasters that could potentially destroy several cities".

This time, the disaster came from the sky.

A meteorite with a diameter of over 200 meters is hurtling through the atmosphere at a speed of several kilometers per second, leaving a long trail of fire as it falls straight toward Z City.

Observational data from the observatory shows that the size and mass of this meteorite are extremely impressive. Once it hits the ground, not only will Z city be razed to the ground, but the surrounding areas will also be severely affected.

The shockwave will sweep across hundreds of kilometers, triggering a series of secondary disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis.

The entire city was plunged into despair.

On the streets, cars were stuck in long lines, horns blared incessantly, but the pace of progress was like a snail's crawl.

Pedestrians carrying luggage weaved and ran through the traffic; some fell, some were trampled, some cried out, and some cursed.

Parents carrying their children ran forward desperately, elderly people with canes were pushed to the side of the road, and young people threw away their bags and ran with their heads down.

More people chose to give up.

They stood on the street, looked up at the ever-growing fireball, and their faces showed a numb expression.

Someone slumped to the ground, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Someone took out their phone and made a final call to their family, their voice trembling as they said, "I love you."

Some people closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, and silently prayed for a miracle to happen.

But will a miracle really happen?

The command center at the Hero Association headquarters was deathly silent.

The commander stood in front of the large screen, looking at the trajectory of the meteorite, his face ashen.

His hands were braced on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He had contacted all the S-class heroes he could reach, but the replies he received were disheartening.

"Tornado is currently on another mission and will take at least thirty minutes to arrive."

"Metal Knight said his weapon systems were ineffective against the meteorite and refused to deploy."

Flash Flash said the distance was too far and he couldn't get there in time.

"The Pig God... The Pig God said he's eating now, he'll talk to you after he finishes eating."

The commander closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

He knew that Z City was finished.

No one can stop this meteorite.

As for why Lin Yao, who was previously an S-class hero, wasn't considered by the commander, it's because he was too low-key before.

Like an S-class hero who clocks in for work, he serves to complement the fame of the tornado, able to rival it without making a fuss.

It doesn't have the nasty personality of an S-class hero; it's more like toasting an S-class hero.

No wonder the commander didn't consider Lin Yao at all.

On the rooftop of the tallest building in Z City, two figures stood side by side, gazing up at the approaching meteorite.

Genos's mechanical eyes flashed red as his visual system rapidly processed data on the meteorite's trajectory, speed, and mass.

The calculation results made his heart sink – with his current firepower, even if he went all out, he could only leave some insignificant scratches on the meteorite's surface, and would not be able to stop it from falling.

Standing next to him was an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a traditional martial arts uniform.

Although he was slender, he stood up straight and exuded a sharp and imposing aura.

His hands were behind his back, and he gazed calmly at the sky, as if admiring a painting.

The third S-class hero – Bang, the Silver Fang.

"Genos, you felt it too, didn't you?"

Bang slowly spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"This meteorite is not something we can stop."

Genos did not answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

"While there's still time, let's run for our lives."

Bang turned his head and glanced at him.

"You're still young, there's no need for you to die here."

Genos shook his head, his gaze resolute, and said:

"My beloved things are in this city, and I won't let them fall."

Bang paused for a moment, then laughed:

"Something you love? How interesting."

Upon hearing Bang's laughter, Genos remained silent, but his gaze hardened.

Bang sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, since you've made up your mind, this old man will go crazy with you. We might not be able to stop it, but at least we'll have tried our best."

The two looked up again at the approaching meteorite. Flames had already illuminated half the sky, and waves of heat swept over them, causing the air temperature to rise sharply.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded behind them: "Oh, everyone's here?"

Genos and Bang turned around at the same time and saw Saitama standing at the top of the stairs, holding a bag of potato chips and walking over while chewing them.

"Saitama-sensei!" Genos exclaimed in surprise, "What brings you here?"

"I was bored at home, so I came out for a stroll." Saitama walked to the edge of the rooftop, looked up at the meteorite, and then pointed to the sky. "But don't worry, Lin Yao is already up there."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white beam of light shot into the sky.

The beam of light was pure and bright, like a galaxy descending from the heavens, carrying an aura of vastness and holiness. It pierced through the atmosphere and struck the falling meteorite precisely.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Then, the meteorite, over two hundred meters in diameter, turned to dust within the beam of light. No explosion, no fragments, no shockwave—it vanished silently, as if it had never existed. The dust, shimmering in the sunlight, drifted down like snowflakes, enveloping the entire city in a dreamlike spectacle.

The crisis has been averted.

On the streets, those who had given up resistance looked up at the dust falling from the sky, their faces filled with disbelief. Some knelt on the ground and cried loudly; some hugged each other, laughing and jumping; some stood there blankly, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

A cheer erupted in the command center of the Hero Association headquarters. The commander slumped into his chair, letting out a long sigh, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who? Who did it?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, then a trembling voice came through: "It's...it's Lin Yao, the twelfth S-rank."

The command center was completely silent.

No one could believe their ears. S-rank twelfth? Lin Yao, who wasn't even ranked high? How could he possess such terrifying strength? The energy contained in that white pillar of light was even more powerful than a tornado's superpowers!

The commander remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Update Lin Yao's file, disaster rating... change to unknown."

The next day at noon, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden band of light on the floor.

Lin Yao was lying in bed, half asleep. Yesterday's attack had taken a toll on his energy. Although it wasn't a huge burden for him, he wasn't going to let go of the rare opportunity to sleep in.

Just then, with a loud bang, the bedroom door was kicked open.

Lin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could react, he felt his collar being grabbed. The next second, he was lifted into the air, enveloped by a powerful telekinetic force, and thrown directly out of the window.

"Holy crap—"

Lin Yao tumbled twice in the air before landing steadily in the courtyard. Before he could even regain his footing, he saw a yellow figure fly out of the window—it was Saitama, who had obviously also been thrown out in his sleep.

boom!boom!

The two landed one after the other, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lin Yao looked up and saw a girl with green curly hair standing by the second-floor window. She was wearing a black dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind. She was petite and delicate, but she exuded a sharp aura, like a drawn sword.

Trembling Tornado – S-Class Rank 2, the Hero Association's undisputed strongest esper.

Tornado looked down at the two people in the courtyard, her gaze cold and sharp. Her eyes lingered on Lin Yao for a moment before shifting to Saitama, a disdainful smile playing on her lips.

"Ah Yao, and that bald guy too, both of you come at him together."

Her tone was calm, as if she were talking about something trivial. But in her green eyes burned a fierce fighting spirit.

Saitama scratched his bald head and said somewhat speechlessly, "Uh... my name is Saitama, not 'that bald guy'."

Tornado ignored his protests and simply raised her hand. A powerful burst of telekinesis erupted instantly, sending Saitama flying. Saitama tumbled several times in the air before crashing through a distant wall and disappearing into the rubble.

But Lin Yao stood still, motionless.

Tornado frowned slightly. She increased the output of her telekinetic power, trying to throw Lin Yao away as well. But Lin Yao's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge him an inch.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in Tornado's eyes. She had absolute confidence in her superpowers; in the entire Hero Association, no one had ever been able to remain so composed in the face of her telekinetic abilities.

Lin Yao looked up at her and smiled, "Little Tornado, don't have such a fiery temper, or you'll age faster."

A crossroads appeared on Tornado's forehead: "Ah Yao, you really deserve a beating."

She used both hands to gather her telekinetic energy into an even stronger force, attempting to fling Lin Yao directly into the sky. But Lin Yao's figure vanished from his spot—the next second, he appeared behind Tornado, one hand resting on her shoulder.

"I told you, don't be so fiery," Lin Yao's voice rang in her ear, tinged with amusement.

Tornado's body stiffened slightly. She hadn't noticed how Lin Yao had moved behind her at all. That speed was beyond her perception.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset, turned around, and glared at Lin Yao: "You bastard, when did you become so strong?"

"I've always been this strong," Lin Yao shrugged. "You just haven't noticed."

"Stop being so glib!" Tornado snorted, a flash of annoyance in her eyes. "And what did you mean by that last sentence? Are you saying I'm too old?"

"I didn't say that," Lin Yao quickly waved his hand. "I just said don't have too fiery a temper, or you'll age faster. I was just worried about you."

"Concerned about me?" Tornado's lips curled into a cold smile. "Well, thank you very much then."

As soon as she finished speaking, an even more terrifying telekinetic force erupted. She raised her hands high, and the clouds in the sky began to churn violently, with a massive amount of energy gathering above her head.

Lin Yao looked up and saw a huge meteorite slowly taking shape in the sky—it was condensed by the tornado using telekinesis. Although it was not a real celestial body, the energy it contained was no less than that of the real meteorite from yesterday.

"Ah Yao, take this!" Tornado shouted, pressing his hands down.

The meteorite, carrying immense force, crashed down on Lin Yao.

Lin Yao sighed and shook his head: "Sigh, there's just no way to deal with you."

He raised his right hand and gently squeezed it against the meteorite.

boom--

The meteorite, formed from telekinesis, shattered less than ten meters above Lin Yao's head. Countless fragments transformed into countless points of light, blooming like fireworks before dissipating into the air.

Tornado's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was well aware of the power of her attack. Although the meteorite was temporarily formed, its power was enough to level a small mountain. But Lin Yao had crushed it with just a light squeeze?

How is this possible?!

Lin Yao gave her no time to react. His figure vanished again, and the next second he appeared in front of Tornado, grabbing her wrist. Then, he pushed off with his feet, soaring into the sky, dragging Tornado straight into space.

The wind whistled past her ears, and the ground shrank rapidly in her vision. Tornado felt a powerful force binding her body, preventing her from breaking free. She desperately tried to activate her telekinesis to change their flight path, but Lin Yao's power was simply too great, and her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Let me go!" Tornado cried out as she struggled.

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon," Lin Yao said with a smile.

The two passed through the clouds and the atmosphere, arriving in outer space. Beneath their feet lay the azure Earth, and above them stretched the endless starry sky. Lin Yao released his grip, and the tornado floated in the vacuum, his expression somewhat grim.

"Are you crazy?!" Tornado roared. "How am I supposed to breathe in a place like this?"

"Don't you have telekinesis?" Lin Yao laughed. "You can just use telekinesis to create a thin film of oxygen around your body, right?"

Tornado paused for a moment, then quickly did as she was told. She used her telekinesis to create a thin film around her body, locking in the oxygen, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, now we can have a proper talk," Lin Yao said. "Little Tornado, I know you're worried about Fubuki, but you didn't have to express it this way, did you?"

Tornado's expression changed slightly, and she turned her head away: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know that," Lin Yao looked at her, "You're afraid that Chuixue will get too close to me, right? You're afraid she'll leave you, that's why you rushed over to beat me up."

The tornado fell silent.

After a long silence, she whispered, "I just... don't want her to get hurt."

"I understand," Lin Yao sighed. "But have you considered that Fubuki has her own thoughts too? She wants to become stronger, to surpass you—isn't that normal? You can't let her live under your wing forever, can you?"

Tornado bit her lip and remained silent.

"Besides, do you think I would hurt her?" Lin Yao asked. "We're childhood sweethearts, we grew up together. You should know very well what kind of person I am."

Tornado looked up at him. Her gaze held a complex mix of emotions—anger, resentment, worry, and a barely perceptible tenderness.

"Of course you wouldn't hurt her," Tornado said softly. "I just... I just..."

"Just what?"

"I just don't want her to be too far away from me," Tornado finally said, "She's my sister, my only family. I'm afraid that one day, she'll stop needing me."

Lin Yao looked at her pitiful expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Silly girl, how could she not need you? You are her sister, that will never change."

He reached out and gently patted her head: "Alright, Little Tornado, I just wanted you to take care of yourself. Actually, you're quite cute."

Tornado's body stiffened slightly. A blush crept onto her face, spreading all the way to her ears. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

Her heart raced, her breathing became rapid, and her mind went blank. She tried to control her emotions, but found that her psychokinetic abilities were starting to spiral out of control due to the fluctuations in her emotions.

"Oh no—" Tornado thought to herself.

The next second, a violent surge of telekinetic energy erupted from her body, sweeping outwards in all directions. The power was so great that it even altered the trajectories of some small meteorites in space.

Lin Yao reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and rapidly returning her to Earth.

The two passed through the atmosphere and plummeted at an extremely high speed. Lin Yao glanced down and realized they had landed near his house. He looked at Saitama, who was standing in the courtyard looking up at the sky, then kicked him in the shoulder, using him as a cushion to stomp down.

boom!

Saitama was trampled into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater. Lin Yao used this cushioning force to land steadily on the ground, with Tornado in his arms unharmed.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Saitama crawled out of the pit, covered in dirt, and protested.

"Sorry, sorry, can I borrow it for a moment?" Lin Yao said with a smile.

Tornado broke free from his embrace, floating in mid-air, panting. A blush still lingered on her face, and her eyes held a hint of panic. She glanced at Lin Yao, then at Saitama, gritted her teeth, and turned to fly away.

But before she flew away, her telekinetic powers erupted uncontrollably, leveling several nearby blocks. Only Lin Yao's house remained intact.

Lin Yao stood amidst the ruins, watching the tornado's departing figure, and shook his head helplessly: "Sigh, tsundere is already outdated. I didn't expect the little tornado to still be like this."

Saitama dusted himself off and walked over to him: "Who is that woman? She's fierce."

"A childhood sweetheart," Lin Yao said. "She's a bit awkward, but not a bad person."

"Oh." Saitama scratched his bald head and said, "By the way, do you have any food in your fridge? I'm hungry."

"I think so." Lin Yao turned and walked back into the house. "Come on, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

The tornado flew away with the blizzard.

Before being taken away, Fubuki glanced back at Lin Yao and gently shook her head. Lin Yao understood that look—she was saying, "It's alright, I'll go with my sister, don't worry."

Lin Yao wanted to stop him, after all, he had promised to teach Fubuki to become stronger, and he should stick to it. But seeing the look in Fubuki's eyes, he said nothing more.

He knew that Fubuki had her own thoughts. She wanted to become stronger, but she also wanted to repair her relationship with her sister. These two things were not contradictory.

Moreover, he believed that Fubuki would return soon.

Because she has already tasted the sweetness of becoming stronger, she will no longer be content to stay in the same place.

……