One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

Just as Child Emperor was feeling smug about his logic and everyone else was confused, Boros suddenly appeared and walked straight up to Child Emperor, who was standing in the center of the "crime scene".

Looking at the little guy cosplaying Conan in front of him, he unceremoniously placed his hand on Child Emperor's head.

He rubbed his palms together a few times with a little force, and Tong Di's originally meticulously combed hair instantly became a messy, frizzy mess, like a bird's nest swept by a strong wind.

"I used to think you were quite cute, kid. How come you're saying I'm fleeing from justice?" Boros withdrew his hand.

"Hello!"

Child Emperor instantly bristled. He angrily took two steps back, frantically trying to fix his hair while protesting:

"Don't touch a child's head like that! I'm in a crucial period of growth and development, I won't grow tall!!! Also, my reasoning is based on evidence from the scene! Do you have an alibi?"

Boros ignored this, turned around, and pointed his long, slender finger at the inconspicuous black spherical surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling at the end of the corridor, saying in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Why don't you just check the security footage? There are cameras here."

"Oh yeah..."

As Boros reminded them, everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the surveillance camera that was flashing a faint red light in the morning light. Several people suddenly realized what was going on.

Tong Di retorted, "Apart from those few who are all brawn and no brains, who wouldn't think there's surveillance here? We call this pursuing the 'ritual' of solving a case, understand? Don't those famous detectives on TV always start with logical deductions when solving cases? Without the process, where does the drama come from!"

Just as everyone was talking, the "corpse" on the ground suddenly moved.

The zombie man groggily opened his eyes, let out a long yawn, and then stretched comfortably as if he were lazing in bed at home.

Completely disregarding the gleaming longsword still embedded in his back, he even stretched his neck comfortably, looking around blankly at the heroes gathered in a circle with varying expressions, and scratched his messy hair:

"Hmm? I slept so well, but my head is still a little dizzy. I drank a bit too much yesterday... Huh? Why are you all gathered here? You all look so serious, are we having a morning meeting?"

"Damn" x16

As the zombie man, seemingly unaffected, groggily rubbed his temples and got up from the ground, casually pulling out the "murder weapon" longsword and tossing it aside, the morning farce officially came to an end.

The crowd began to disperse in twos and threes. After all, most of the heroes present knew the zombie man's immortality. Even if he was stabbed in the back, or even cut into eight pieces, he would probably be alive and kicking again in a while. So no one really took it seriously.

That tense deduction we just went through was, at best, just something for everyone to have some amusement after they sobered up.

With this interlude coming to an end, this group tour, which had already become somewhat chaotic due to various unexpected events, has also come to a close.

Around noon, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. The heroes gradually packed their belongings and said goodbye to each other.

"Hey! You pineapple head! Stop right there!"

Just as Boros and his group reached the door and were about to leave, a woman's voice filled with anger rang out.

Tornado hovered proudly in mid-air, her signature high-slit dress billowing and fluttering wildly. The extremely high slit revealed a glimpse of her fair and delicate skin, which was exposed to the air without reservation. Due to the large movement of her hands on her hips and the forceful arching of her waist, a glimpse of black lace was faintly visible.

She looked down at the group below, her eyes sharp as knives, radiating an undeniable aura of power.

"I heard that last night, Pineapple Head, you took advantage of me being drunk and out of my mind, and you shamelessly attacked me and knocked me unconscious? You made me lose face, didn't you? I challenge you to a duel."

The group continued walking...

"Ignore me?!"

Enraged, Tornado's hands glowed green, and her telekinesis instantly transformed into an invisible giant hand, attempting to uproot Boros and shove him into the earth to demonstrate her authority.

Boros's eyes flashed, and in the next instant, he appeared beside Tornado, raised his signature hand chop again, and landed it precisely and decisively on the back of Tornado's neck.

"Go back to sleep!"

As Boros finished speaking, the green light around the tornado instantly went out, and it slumped limply to the ground. Boros caught it and tossed it to one of the association's accompanying personnel.

"This guy...?"

The heroes nearby witnessed Boros effortlessly knocking Tornado unconscious once again, and everyone was deeply shocked.

If Boros was able to knock Tornado unconscious yesterday, it could be somewhat attributed to the fact that the opponent was drunk and caught off guard.

So this time, while Tornado was conscious, the entire process, from launching the attack to rendering her unconscious, took less than half a second. Everyone watching was drenched in cold sweat.

"Hey! Hey! Are you kidding me? Although that brat is annoying, his strength is real... He actually defeated me in an instant..." Metal Bat muttered to himself.

"Bang... your newly accepted disciple... seems to be quite something!" Atomic Samurai asked in shock.

"Hehe, the more capable the young people are, the easier it is for us. That's a good thing..." Bang said with a smile.

In short, it's not a bad thing, everyone thought.

I embarked on my journey home...

On the way home, Saitama looked at Boros beside him with unusual seriousness:

"Boros, you seem to have gotten much stronger lately; your aura is completely different."

Boros was taken aback upon hearing this. He closed his eyes slightly, checked his already maxed-out four-dimensional attribute panel, and quietly felt the power that was completely different from what he had experienced at the beginning.

"I don't usually feel anything," Boros said, opening his eyes.

"But now that you mention it, it's true. I'm probably about twice as strong as I was when I fought you!"

"Wow! That's amazing?" Saitama's eyes lit up with excitement.

"How about we find somewhere to fight again?"

"Never mind, it's not the right time yet. Let's wait a little longer..." Boros murmured.

"My boxing style is still imitating; I haven't forged my own path yet, and my physical barriers are still lacking. Give me a little more time, and I'll let you enjoy yourself!"

He lowered his head slightly, his voice low, as if making a promise to Saitama beside him, or as if talking to his restless body, trying to calm the surging fighting spirit.

The conversation between the two left Genos and King, who were standing nearby, completely bewildered.

Genos thought to himself, "It sounds like Saitama-sensei is stronger than Boros-sensei..."

After a long while.

"Come on, Saitama, give me a punch!!!"

Boros, who had just been looking solemn, suddenly said this to Saitama.

The people inside the car: "???"

"Damn it, this body doesn't understand human language either. I've said wait a minute, wait a minute, and it's still boiling over. Does it only behave after I get a beating?"

"I let you have your fun for nothing the other day. The world is going to the dogs. You're such an ingrate... You're working against yourself. I was just a nobody, but you've turned me into this, and you're still not satisfied... I didn't say I wouldn't hit you. I just told you to wait a bit, and you kept making a ruckus. Damn it! I'm really fed up with you!" Boros said angrily.

King: "Um, Boros, I know a psychiatrist here."

Genos: "Professor Boros, if there are any signs of schizophrenia, I can also ask the doctor to provide some medication!"

Boros: ...I'm so tired!

………………

Two weeks later, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains onto the living room floor. Saitama was lounging listlessly on the sofa, staring at the unfunny variety shows on TV.

Beside him, Boros was intently operating a game controller, the intense fighting scenes on the screen reflected on his face.

Suddenly King walked up to Saitama and said with a fawning smile:

"Saitama, Saitama! I want to go out and buy some things, come with me."

Saitama gave him a strange look:

"Why do you need me to go shopping with you? Can't you go by yourself?"

"Can you do me a favor?" King said mysteriously.

"I feel a bit uneasy today, like something's about to happen, but I have to go out today."

Saitama tossed the remote control onto the coffee table and pointed to Boros, who had just finished a game and was about to start a second one:

"Why don't you ask Pineapple Head to keep you company? He's got a lot of free time lately. I'm going out to fight monsters later, I need to level up to S-rank quickly!"

Upon hearing this, King had no choice but to turn around dejectedly, his gaze falling on Boros. He rubbed his hands together and cautiously approached.

Boros sensed the shadow looming over him, paused in his grip on the controller, then glanced at King with a cold smile playing on his lips.

"What? Am I some kind of backup plan? You went to that bald guy first, and only came to me after he rejected you?"