One-Punch Man: Boros, the Universe Overlord

"So, Genos has not only forgotten who we are, but he doesn't even remember his own identity or his past experiences?"

King stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, and asked the two of them.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze. Under the dim light, several figures sat around the slightly old coffee table, their expressions varying yet all equally solemn.

"Is this kind of somber meeting atmosphere really suitable for us?"

Boros asked with a serious expression.

"It's more sensible to be a bit solemn in this kind of situation!"

Saitama said solemnly.

"I see you all look very serious, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't, so..."

King answered with a solemn expression.

x3

"It's all that bald guy's fault!"

Boros suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"I inexplicably gave Genos a beating, and look what happened! I didn't hold back at all; I short-circuited the child's brain circuits—that's irreversible brain damage!"

"Pineapple Head, stop spouting nonsense!"

Saitama immediately objected upon hearing this and retorted.

"It was you! While Genos was unconscious, you kept banging and poking at his head. Genos was only unconscious, but you treated him like a broken drum, forcefully banging on his head until he suffered a concussion and lost his memory!"

"Baldy, you're talking nonsense!" Boros's voice became agitated with anger.

"Didn't you hit it just now? You were hitting it even harder than I was! Genos's head does feel good to hit, but that's not the way you're doing it!!!"

Just as the two were arguing, a soft, almost cloying voice timidly interrupted.

"Um... brothers, please stop arguing..."

The three of them froze, turning their heads in unison. They saw that Genos, who had been lying on the sofa, had somehow sat up, nervously twisting the hem of his clothes with his hands, a silly, goofy smile on his lips.

"Now I know my name is Genos! I feel great, in a wonderful mood, my mind is completely blank, I have no worries at all, it's okay!"

As Genos spoke, he blinked shyly, his tone revealing an indescribable coquettishness and submissiveness.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"People...people?"

Saitama's eyes widened, his mouth formed an "O" shape, and potato chip crumbs fell from his hand.

"People...people?"

Boros gasped, his body staggering backward two steps uncontrollably.

"It's over..." King's voice trembled.

"This isn't just amnesia... This child not only damaged their brain, but their gender identity and personality system have also been completely rebuilt. They're truly beyond saving now, it's terrifying..."

"Big brothers, can you tell me why I'm here? Am I bothering you?"

Genos stood with his hands behind his back, his toes pacing nervously in circles on the ground. His mechanical prosthetic eyes, which had been gleaming coldly, were now curved into crescent shapes, and his long eyelashes fluttered. His voice was as soft and sweet as freshly baked cotton candy, exuding a charming and endearing quality that could melt anyone's bones.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze into blocks of cement in an instant.

Heavens above, earth below, what terrible things have I done? ×3

The eerie silence lasted for a full three seconds. The "tears" in Genos's eyes intensified, and he pouted, his voice tinged with a wronged sob:

"Big brothers, am I not cute? Why do you all seem so scared... Did I drool on the sofa while I was sleeping?"

"I...I would call you...the...most powerful god-level disaster."

Boros stammered, his legs involuntarily taking two steps back, trying to increase the distance between himself and Genos.

"No, no, that's not true!"

Saitama was also sweating profusely, and managed to explain:

"You're here because he and I are your masters!"

"fart!"

Before the words were finished, a rough and irritable voice suddenly rang out, tearing apart the eerie and delicate atmosphere in the living room.

Genos's mechanical prosthetic eye, which had been curved into a crescent shape, instantly regained its cold sharpness, and the mist in its pupils vanished without a trace.

He slammed his hand on the table, leaving a clear handprint on the coffee table with his metal hand, and became agitated.

"I'm your disciple? Huh? Don't dream about it!"

Genos pointed at Saitama's nose, then at Boros.

"I'm a cyborg! You think you can be my master, with your scrawny face and that deformed guy with the messy hair? Stop trying to flatter yourself!"

"call--"

Three relieved voices rang out in unison in the living room, their voices trembling with relief after surviving a disaster.

The two people being insulted were not angry at all; on the contrary, they found the vulgar insults rather pleasant to hear.

Without comparison, there's no harm done; that strange feeling of getting goosebumps all over and being so cute it almost twisted my soul has finally dissipated...

Compared to that monster who kept twisting his fingers and referring to himself as "someone else," this one is so much better...

"What should we do now?"

King's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he asked...

"I can't let him keep going crazy here, switching between 'others' and 'my father' all the time. My heart can't take it..."

"There's no other way, we have to get him to Dr. Kusno's for emergency repairs as soon as possible!" Boros said helplessly.

"But..." Saitama scratched his head.

"In his current state, he probably won't obediently come with us, will he?"

As if to confirm Saitama's words, Genos suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly focusing, revealing a frenzied aura:

"Hey, what are you bunch of small fry whispering about? I'm not someone you can just call me whatever you want and throw your weight around! You think I won't blast you all away with one shot?"

Saitama and Boros exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, a chilling smile appeared on their lips at the same time.

They stood on either side, grinning sinisterly, their steps slow and deliberate, the soles of their feet thumping on the floor as they slowly approached Genos.

Genos suddenly felt a chilling wind blow inexplicably, and his legs began to go weak uncontrollably. He could only retreat in a panic, waving his hands wildly in an attempt to block it.

"No! Don't come any closer! I'm..."

With a loud thud, his back slammed against the hard wall, leaving him with no way to escape. Seeing the two sinister smiling faces drawing ever closer, Genos completely broke down, letting out a choked scream:

"No, no! Don't come any closer!!!"

A few seconds later, Genos collapsed to the ground, seeing stars.

"Does anyone know Dr. Kusno's address?" Boros asked.

After a long while... no one answered...

Damn, I should have thought of that earlier. Asking that question was unnecessary.

"Well, it seems I'll have to call the Hero Association and ask them. I can't just treat him like scrap metal."

Boros was just about to turn on his phone to contact the Hero Association.

Just then, a crackling sound like electricity suddenly rang out behind me.

"No need... to... zi... anymore."

The sound was intermittent, like rusty gears meshing.

Boros turned his head and saw that Genos, who should have been lying unconscious on the ground, had somehow stood up unsteadily as if he had risen from the dead.

His body was as stiff as a puppet, with wisps of black smoke rising from his mechanical joints, and his mechanical eyes flashing a blinding red light, even making a "buzzing" sound.

"Professor Poloz... I've... recovered!"

"Huh? Genos, are you sure you're really alright?"

Saitama stared wide-eyed, looking the other person up and down with a suspicious expression:

"Why is your body still smoking?"

"Yes...it's...Teacher Qi...Zi...Yu."

Genos mechanically turned his head, his neck making a series of cracking sounds, accompanied by a heavy electrical noise.

"My... main control system... has... been... reset... completely..."

King looked at Genos's face, which had a strange smile and twitched from time to time, and felt uneasy.

To confirm whether this guy was really "fully recovered", he mustered up his courage and carefully poked Genos's hard metal breastplate with a finger.

"Sizzle—!!"

A loud bang erupted instantly, and a blue arc of electricity shot through King's body from his fingertips.

King froze instantly, his hair stood on end, his face turned charred black, his eyes rolled back, billowing black smoke, and he sizzled like a sausage just taken off a barbecue grill.

"Damn, you're so impulsive!"

Boros quickly pulled King, whose hair was standing on end, away from Genos.

"Hey, what's this? It's leaking electricity and emitting black smoke!"

Saitama stared at Genos, who was still crackling and randomly generating electricity, looking as if he might explode at any moment. His gaze swept over Genos's mechanical face, which was covered in gibberish.

"Genos, are you sure you're alright?"

"Sizzle...I...sizzle...I'm fine, Saitama...sizzle...Teacher..."

Genos mechanically turned his head, trying hard to maintain his standing posture. He forced a smile that looked worse than crying, and his voice was intermittent, like an old radio with a bad signal.

"Please...don't...worry..."

Before he finished speaking, the black smoke around him suddenly thickened, and with a muffled "bang," he fell straight down, crashing heavily to the floor, making the water glasses on the table dance.

The two stared at Genos, who was still emitting wisps of smoke, and fell into a speechless silence.

The only sounds in the air were the occasional small sparks from Genos's body and the weak twitching of King lying on the ground...

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