One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

Meanwhile, at the Hero Association headquarters.

"Warning! Warning! High-energy reaction detected, energy level S..."

"Warning! Warning! The disaster level is predicted to be Dragon-level. Please evacuate the local population as soon as possible..."

Because of the Vaccine Man's relentless bombardment, the Hero Association was in complete disarray. The piercing alarms continued incessantly, and in the headquarters lobby, rows of huge screens flashed red danger signals as staff, drenched in sweat, frantically operated the equipment.

"How is the situation? Have all the nearby heroes arrived?"

"The situation is dire! Dozens of heroes, including A-rank heroes, who arrived at the danger zone have all lost contact instantly!"

"Damn it! Even an A-rank hero can't wipe out this disaster? Quickly find the nearest S-rank hero near the city!"

"Yes! Investigation complete. The S-class hero closest to the source of danger is King! There's also an S-class tank top several dozen kilometers away..."

Before the words were even finished, the screens, which had been flashing danger signals, instantly fell silent. All the screens displayed green safety signals, and the alarms stopped abruptly.

"The source of danger has been eliminated; we are now assessing the damage caused by this disaster..."

"What a reassuring man! He's so reliable! No wonder he's called King, the strongest man on Earth. He wiped out this disaster in an instant!"

The Hero Association's countermeasures department chief, Chairman Sitch, wearing a black suit, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh, and regained his composure.

"Contact Mr. King's mobile phone immediately; I need to personally verify the situation on site!"

"Yes!" The customer service representative was about to dial King's phone.

ding ding ding-

Just then, Sitch's personal cell phone rang. Sitch took out his phone and saw the name displayed: "King".

"Hello, Mr. King, I am Sitch."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. King, for your continued contribution to the association."

"Hmm? Mr. King, do you mean that it wasn't you who eliminated the monster this time, but someone else?"

"An alien from the planet Peace? Named Boros? Wants to join the Hero Association? To fight for universal peace and find a breakthrough?"

"Yes, I think I understand what you mean. I'll have the staff nearby arrange for you and Mr. Boros to return to the association headquarters."

After the call ended, Sitch was a little dazed.

An alien solved this disaster? A warrior yearning for peace? Sitch snapped out of his daze, his eyes widening in surprise. Regardless, a disaster that even several A-class heroes couldn't resolve was solved by this Boros; he's clearly an S-class fighter. And he seems to have a good relationship with Mr. King; he deserves the highest level of treatment.

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On the wide road leading to the Hero Association headquarters in City A, a gleaming black luxury car bearing the Hero Association's emblem was speeding smoothly along. The leather seats emitted a faint leather fragrance, and Boros sat comfortably in the spacious seat, with King, who had the air of a powerful figure, sitting next to him.

After initial observation, King discovered that this alien, despite having the typical villainous boss face, was surprisingly down-to-earth when they chatted. During their conversation, Boros suddenly recalled the times he spent at home playing video games in his past life, and his eyes lit up.

"Speaking of which, King, I've heard you're really good at games?" Boros leaned closer with interest, his tone tinged with a mix of challenge and anticipation. "I'll visit you sometime, and we can exchange tips and tricks."

In his past life, as a hardcore gamer, Boros possessed an incredibly deep understanding of video games. Whether it was Soulslike games like *Law Ring* and *Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice*, which required precise controls and unwavering willpower, or action masterpieces like *Black Myth*, he had achieved the remarkable feat of completing them in a single life. Not to mention fighting games like *The King of Fighters* and *Street Fighter*, he was a true veteran among veterans, effortlessly executing combos and attacks.

He was curious, wondering what the game design philosophy of this world would be different from other worlds, whether it would focus more on visual presentation or on the difficulty of operation.

King smiled with relief upon hearing this. Through their previous conversation, he had discovered that although Boros looked fierce, he had a very good personality in other aspects. Most importantly, the two shared common interests and topics, making them feel like they had known each other for a long time.

"Sure, Boros," King said with a rare, hearty smile. "My game console is the latest VIP-only model on the market, with top-of-the-line specs and a massive library of game discs. I even have rare, out-of-print titles. If you have time to come over, I guarantee you'll be amazed and have a blast!"

The two chatted about the game, from the feel of the controller to the sensitivity of the joystick, and even began to discuss their respective preferred playstyles. After a while, the scenery outside the car window gradually opened up, and the Hero Association headquarters building, symbolizing the pinnacle of human martial prowess, stood majestically before them.

After getting out of the car with King, Boros noticed that King's smile had faded and he had become silent. He casually put his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, lowered his head slightly, and his deep eyes were half-closed. He seemed like a block of ice that had never melted, naturally exuding a chilling aura that said "keep away."

Boros realized that King's persona at headquarters was that of a quiet, solitary man. Because his true strength was indeed pathetic, he spoke as little as possible during headquarters meetings and avoided excessive contact with other heroes, afraid of revealing his true nature. However, given King's appearance, at this moment, he exuded undeniable swagger.

"Damn, this aura, this sense of oppression, it's incredible! No wonder in my previous life, the comics said that King single-handedly suppressed four dragons, and I almost believed it."

Who dares to stand against me with sword drawn? Only I, General King.

"I'm the mighty overlord of the universe! Although I'm essentially a homebody and quite a goofball at times, my status in the outside world is self-made, and my reputation is earned! If I can't compete with others in terms of prestige, what's the point of living here? I need to maintain a cold and ruthless persona!"

Boros's mind raced. He took a deep breath and instantly switched to "Boss mode." Then, mimicking the classic pose of ultimate bosses in comics, he slowly crossed his arms over his chest, making himself appear unfathomable.

Boros stood silently beside King.

The moment these two stood there, King's invincible loneliness as the "strongest on earth" combined with Boros's oppressive aura of "who dares to look me in the eye" blended together perfectly.

An invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air, even darkening the once clear sky. A gale howled in response, whipping up dust and fallen leaves; the aura of power was palpable, suffocatingly real. Their appearance was like a declaration to the world: "Ordinary nobody should stay out here and make a fool of themselves."

"Such power, such a terrifying aura! No wonder he's the strongest man on Earth, Mr. King!"

"Who's next to King? He looks pretty impressive too, not at all inferior in terms of presence!"

"Is he weird? He looks so cool."

"Idiot! What kind of weirdo would dare stand next to King? They're probably just weirdos who look weird, maybe some kind of reclusive expert or hidden hero."

"Not bad, not bad at all. They don't even need to lift a finger; just looking at them makes me feel how incredibly powerful they are! Is this the difference between the strong and ordinary people like us? Even their art styles are on completely different levels!"

"Heh, so it's here? The strongest crowd of onlookers in all realms, combining gossip, shock, and commentary." Boros chuckled to himself, looking at the constantly surprised members of the association and passersby nearby. He gave his appearance a score of 94 and silently gave it a thumbs up.

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"So, Mr. Boros, are you interested in joining our Hero Association?"

The atmosphere in the Hero Association's meeting room was heavy. King had just given Sitch a brief introduction to Boros's "origins" and the general situation of the previous Vaccine Man disaster.

Boros looked at Sitch, who was filled with anticipation, and nodded indifferently, a hint of arrogance flashing in his single eye:

"As King said, I am a warrior who drifts through the endless universe, yearning to climb to the pinnacle of combat throughout my life. My blood flows with the desire for strength, but also with the ironclad rule passed down through generations of my race—to safeguard peace. Therefore, all creatures in the universe that wreak havoc and destroy are my targets."

He paused, a hint of disdain in his voice:

"I've also heard from King about your association's assessment process and such. But don't bother with those pointless tricks. Just provide me with a communication tool so I can contact you anytime. A mere vaccine person doesn't prove anything. If any disasters or monsters occur in the future, contact me anytime, and I'll take care of them."

Sich smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly:

"Of course, of course! We humans are also a race that guards love and peace. We warmly welcome Mr. Boros to Earth and sincerely thank you for your willingness to fight for the peace of our planet. For now, we will rank you 5th in the A-level hero category, but you will receive the highest A-level salary and benefits. Is that acceptable to you?"

"Hmph, I don't care about your association's boring rankings."

Boros snorted coldly, his tone arrogant:

"In my opinion, the Vaccine Man monster that you just classified as a Dragon-level threat is utterly pathetic and offers me no enjoyment in battle. So, if a stronger threat appears, contact me immediately; perhaps that will bring me some... enjoyment in battle."

At this point, Boros glanced at King beside him, and Saitama's simple and adorable face flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but add:

"Yeah, but only for weirdos."

As the highest-ranking official in the Hero Association, Sitch's ability to read people was already unparalleled. Although Boros's glance at King was slight, he had noticed it all.

"As expected of King..." Sitch's mind instantly went into overdrive with wild imagination.

"After dealing with the monster, they probably exchanged blows briefly to test each other. King likely had the upper hand, which is why even such an arrogant alien is so wary of him!"

Sicchi remained calm, gave a slight bow, and spoke with utmost sincerity and enthusiasm:

"Well then, a warm welcome to Mr. Boros's Hero Association! Your arrival is undoubtedly a great honor for our association. If you have any other needs before settling in, such as the style and environment of your accommodations, or your dietary preferences, please feel free to let us know. We will make the best arrangements today to ensure that you are satisfied and will not experience any discomfort whatsoever."

Sitch paused, took out a pre-prepared electronic document, and continued:

"Furthermore, according to our association's regulations, every hero has their own hero codename. Usually, the codenames are spontaneously suggested by the public based on the heroes' fighting styles, and whichever one receives the most support is chosen. However, for specially recruited heroes like yourself, as long as the codename isn't too outrageous or ambiguous, we will follow your suggestion and immediately publish it on the association's official website to confirm your identity and avoid unnecessary panic that might occur when ordinary people see you because they don't know your background."