One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

In the uninhabited area of ​​Z city, in a deep abyss thousands of meters below the surface.

Deep within the Monster Association's vast and secretive underground base lay a ghostly world, seemingly isolated from the outside world. A suffocating silence filled the dimly lit hall.

Only the eerie blue light on the walls cast flickering, strange shadows on the damp rock face, as if countless lurking evil spirits were whispering.

The colossal Monster King Orochi was coiled atop a towering black throne, its massive form appearing and disappearing in the shadows, its cold, vertical pupils indifferently surveying the numerous monsters below.

Countless strange figures of various shapes were lined up on each level of the circular staircase, and the air was filled with a chilling sense of oppression, making even breathing heavy.

Standing at the lower end, the man with the large, piercing eyes had a face so dark it seemed like it could drip water. He stared intently at the figures before him, his tone as cold as ice:

"So, your mission to turn Cangtian Baquan against the enemy has completely failed? Not only did you return empty-handed, but the brothers Jifeng and Yehuo, along with the Ugly President, have all perished?"

"What kind of tone is that?" Bai Jing turned around abruptly, staring intently at Da Jiong's eyes, his voice suddenly rising.

"Are you questioning me? I'd like to ask you the same thing! When you were making this plan, was your brain filled with mush? Did you really know the monster's true strength? To carry out such a suicidal plan that was certain death was a complete decision-making failure, and you bear full responsibility for it!"

"As for the plan to launch attacks on various parts of the association a few days later, frankly, I will never participate in such a hopeless act of suicide!"

Platinum Sperm roared angrily.

"It's truly an eyesore! Barking and howling like a stray dog, it's utterly disgraced our cadres!"

A rough and mocking voice suddenly rang out in the empty hall like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

A massive hero slowly emerged from the depths of the shadows, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

His four sharp eyes gleamed fiercely in the dim light as he looked down at the crowd before him. His massive, almost deformed body nearly blocked out the light in the passageway, and his thick, rock-like pectoral muscles heaved violently with his breath beneath his tattered vest, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"As a member of the Monster Association, to be so terrified by a mere S-class hero, losing all courage to fight and only able to shirk responsibility, is truly pathetic. This is what they call 'members'? I'd say they're more like useless scraps the association keeps!'"

"Hero, shut up!"

Platinum Sperm tensed up instantly, and a sharp, bone-chilling cold aura suddenly burst forth from its body, causing the surrounding air temperature to plummet.

He stared intently at the figure several times his own size, gritting his teeth and growling, his voice filled with suppressed killing intent:

"You fucking want to die? Believe me or not, I'll tear you to pieces right now!"

"Enough! Shut up, all of you! This is a meeting of the Monster Association, not an arena for your mutual attacks!"

A red light flashed in Big Eyes, forcefully interrupting the tense standoff. He took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, and slowly turned his head, his deep, single eye coldly sweeping over Meow Meow and Stray Emperor:

"Do you two share the same thoughts as Bai Jing?"

The homeless emperor's body trembled violently, as if recalling the scene from yesterday. His pale face was filled with lingering terror, and cold sweat trickled down his stiff cheeks.

Upon hearing the question, he almost reflexively raised his head, his voice trembling like a withered leaf in the wind, yet revealing a fear that came from the depths of his soul:

"Yes...yes...I will never face the demon god again! He's a god, a demon god! Let whoever wants to go, go! I'd have to be crazy to take another step near him!"

Meowth, who had been hiding behind the homeless emperor like a frightened quail, had no choice but to take a small step forward. Its eyes, which always gleamed with cunning, now held a lingering fear deep within their pupils.

It lowered its head, avoiding eye contact with the large, piercing eyes, its tone carrying an unusually resolute air of retreat and pleading, as if drawing its final line for survival:

"As long as it doesn't involve the area where that alien is located, I can carry out any other mission. But if it requires getting within a thousand miles of that monster... I will never set foot there, not even a step. I'm sorry, but I... cannot obey such a death mission."

"Heh, you're afraid of that guy named Boros, but not me? Is that how I should understand it?"

The voice wasn't loud; it was even a little hoarse, yet it was like a rusty, blunt knife, slowly and cruelly cutting through the tense, oppressive silence that had filled the hall.

The great serpent, which had been silently coiled on the throne made of countless bones high above, like a sculpture, finally slowly raised its eyelids.

As his deep, abyss-like vertical pupils slightly opened, an invisible, suffocatingly terrifying pressure instantly erupted from his body, and a tangible black mist poured down the steps in layers.

This aura wasn't as violent as an explosion, but it was cold and viscous, carrying a primal malice from ancient times, as if countless cold, slippery venomous snakes were crawling up your legs and down your back, finally coiling tightly around the necks and hearts of every strange person present.

The strange people who had been restless and whispering suddenly fell silent, as if they were ducks with their throats being choked.

Their pride and power were as insignificant as ants in the face of this oppressive force. Even their souls trembled in fear at the terrifying aura that seemed to drag the world into an abyss, not daring to breathe.

However, amidst this terrifying aura, Bai Jing suddenly raised his head. Facing the towering, colossal figure, he not only did not flinch, but instead took a step forward, a provocative smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, you can understand it that way."

Bai Jing's voice sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall, like shards of glass scraping against a metal plate.

He crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over his trembling brethren as if they were worthless trash, before finally settling back on the giant serpent on the throne. His deep, vertical pupils reflected in his eyes, and his tone was filled with defiant mockery:

"We only responded to the call to action to destroy the Hero Association. What? You actually think you're the boss? You want me to bow down to you?"

"If you think you can, then try killing that alien. Otherwise, don't waste your breath on me and try to scare me. If you want to fight me, I'm ready anytime. Bring it on! In short, as long as he's around, I refuse to carry out any mission."

Bai Jing met the giant snake's gaze without fear.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly, even the dust stopped moving. Bai Jing's provocative words were like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, not creating ripples, but an undercurrent powerful enough to overturn everything.

The giant serpent did not immediately erupt in fury, nor did it roar. It simply looked down at the white spirit in silence, its countless compound eyes flashing with a chilling coldness.

The antennae on his head slowly unfurled, each one like the most precise killing instrument, radiating a silent, cold light, its tips even slightly distorting the surrounding light due to the condensation of energy.

"Alright, Lord Orochi, now is not the time for infighting."

The massive, fleshy body of the Great Eyes swayed slightly, like a moving hill. He slowly raised his enormous head, his single eye flashing with a calm and sinister light that seemed out of place in the chaotic scene.

He spoke at the opportune moment, his voice not loud, but with a special penetrating power, smoothly inserting itself into the tense atmosphere of impending bloodshed, forcefully tearing a gap between the white elf's arrogance and the serpent's oppressive aura.

"The most pressing issue right now is that sudden variable—we need to reassess the situation."

He paused, his gaze sweeping slowly like a searchlight over Homeless Emperor and Meowth, finally settling on the arrogant White Elf as he continued:

"Give me a detailed account of yesterday's battle, making sure you don't miss a single detail. I need to revise my strategy based on your intelligence..."

"What good would it do to tell you? Do you want to hear the details of how we ran for our lives like stray dogs? Or do you want to hear how we were so scared of that demon that we peed our pants?"

Before Big Eyes could finish speaking, White Sperm's sharp and sarcastic voice, like a poisoned dagger, pierced the barely maintained peace in the hall once again.

He seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world; his shoulders trembled violently, and a ridiculously exaggerated, distorted smile appeared on his lips.

He took a step forward, his eyes scanning the many strange people present with a frenzied gaze, as if he were looking at a group of pigs about to be slaughtered. Wherever his gaze fell, the strange people lowered their heads and avoided his eyes.

"Haha, this bunch of chickens and dogs here? They think they can overthrow the Hero Association? They wouldn't even be able to take on one of their hands."

"Wake up! Forget about turning the world upside down, that alien could crush all of you trash like ants with a single hand! Since you're destined to be cannon fodder, what are you doing here waiting to die? You might as well pack your bags and get out of here, and just disband already!"

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