The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Anti-heroes became superheroes, and superheroes became anti-heroes.

Furthermore, these individuals formed a criminal syndicate.

"How did this guy end up in this universe?"

Bai Lang was somewhat surprised.

"What's wrong, Master?" the unlicensed knight asked.

"It's nothing." Bai Lang suppressed his surprise.

Since Bai Lang said it was nothing, the Unlicensed Rider didn't ask any more questions.

The group quickly walked into the conference room.

Soon, S-class heroes entered the conference room one after another and found their seats.

Genos was puzzled: "What kind of disaster could possibly bring so many S-class heroes together?"

"Hmph! Whether it's a ghost or a dragon, I can handle it all with me here!"

The arrogant young man sitting to the side, sporting a pompadour hairstyle, scoffed.

Then, a blond-haired, pot-bellied man, covered in sweat, walked into the conference room.

"What is the matter that has been summoned here?"

Bang, the fourth-ranked S-class warrior with silver fangs, stared at the man who entered and asked.

The blond-haired man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then walked to the square table.

"I am Sitch from the Hero Association, and I am in charge of this incident. Now I will explain the situation to everyone."

"The reason I've gathered you S-class heroes, who stand at the pinnacle of the world, is for nothing other than..."

"This time, everyone must do their utmost to protect the Earth!!"

Sitch's voice trembled slightly, which aroused the curiosity of the S-class heroes present.

What exactly happened?

"This time, even S-class heroes like you who are superhumans could very well lose their lives."

"To avoid chaos, everyone needs to stay here until the time is up."

"Everyone, are you all ready to listen?"

Sitch's voice was soft and clear, reaching the ears of everyone present.

Bangu stood with his hands behind his back, his aged voice slowly rising.

“It would be best if it were something truly urgent, Sitch.”

"Do you know how precious our time is..."

"I wouldn't have summoned you S-class heroes if it weren't urgent..."

Sitch narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the powerful S-class heroes before him.

These heroes are all incredibly strong and incredibly proud.

It's normal for strong people to be arrogant, but things have become extremely urgent now.

He had to project a commanding presence to keep everyone in the room in check.

"The Great Prophet..."

He spoke slowly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Grandma Sibabawa... has passed away."

"What?" The zombie man on the far left stood up, his face full of disbelief.

Was she assassinated or...?

You should know that Grandma Sibabawa is a great prophet. She has accurately predicted many disasters that have occurred on Earth.

And now, the other party is actually dead?

Could it be that he sensed something even bigger was about to happen?

Even the unlicensed knight sitting to the side felt a pang of anxiety upon hearing this news.

"The Great Prophet?" Bai Lang, who was possessing him, felt a little curious.

Prophecies are generally related to time or changes in the universe.

If we translate this into some kind of change in the rotation of the magnetic field, then it becomes related to astrology and fortune telling.

Just like the destiny that Lan Meng saw through the Imperial Scripture in the novel "Sea Tiger".

Anyone who can predict the future is bound to be incredibly troublesome.

But now, such a person is dead.

Could it be that an extraordinary power has appeared on this Earth?

Bai Lang had some vague guesses in his heart.

In the very center of the square table, a tall, muscular man, his entire body jet black as if it were made of alloy, spoke in a deep, honest voice.

"Which organization assassinated her? I'm going to avenge her!"

Sitch placed his hands on the square table and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"No...she foresaw the safety of Earth over the next six months..."

"Sudden over-excitement caused a severe cough, so I sucked on a throat lozenge..."

"But he choked on the throat lozenge and died."

"..."

Upon hearing the cause of death, the entire conference room fell silent.

Quiet, very quiet.

Even Bai Lang, who was attached to the unlicensed knight, couldn't help but feel speechless.

The guy who could predict the future was actually defeated by a throat lozenge.

Can you believe that?

After a moment of silence, the man who had spoken earlier, Superalloy Darkshine, slowly stood up.

He was incredibly robust, with strong, metallic-looking muscles.

"I see, Sitch, you gathered us here so that we could prepare for the crisis to come, right?"

“You’re wrong,” Sitch retorted.

"Grandma Sibabawa has always been able to predict some disasters that have not yet occurred."

"To date, there has been almost no disaster that she failed to predict."

"And this means that Grandma Sibabawa's prophecy will be 100% successful."

Saitama was getting a little bored listening to Sichi's long-winded rambling.

Do you know who this Granny Xibabawa is?

He asked the unlicensed knight next to him.

"Ah... Granny Sibabawa is a great prophet, able to accurately predict the occurrence of earthquakes and the timing of the strange man's attack."

The unlicensed knight explained in a low voice.

Saitama nodded: "I see, thank you."

The two men turned their attention to Sitch, who was speaking.

He was still talking.

"The core issue here is not Grandma Sibabawa's death..."

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"It was a great prophecy she left behind before her death!!"

"It will definitely come to Earth in the future!"

As he finished speaking, everyone could clearly see what was written on the paper.

Then they saw distorted handwriting that read, "Earth is doomed!!!"

"???"

Upon seeing this line of text, several question marks popped into the minds of everyone present.

"What the hell is going on?!" Child Emperor, sitting next to Mumen Rider, complained.

Although he is an S-class hero, he is only ten years old.

He became an S-class hero thanks to his outstanding intelligence and superb hands-on skills.

"I have tutoring classes to attend! I don't have time for this kind of boring stuff!!"

Sitch turned his gaze to the speaker.

"Mr. Child Emperor, I remember you were only ten years old, right?"

"Although you are very capable and brave in the face of disasters, that can't hide the fact that you're still just a little kid, can it?"

Upon hearing this, Tong Di's face immediately darkened.

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

"Listen to me clearly!" Sitch's voice suddenly grew louder, filling the entire conference room.

"Grandma Sibabawa has given many prophecies before, including great floods, earthquakes, attacks by dangerous creatures and strange people..."

"But she never used the word 'miserable' to describe the situation."

"What we are facing now is a far more terrifying and 'terrible' situation than a major earthquake or a Dragon-level monster!"

Snapped!

He slammed his hands on the table with a loud bang.