Chapter 250 : Monsterization
Thousands of meters deep underground, a deathly silence enveloped everything.
After an unknown period, amidst a cloud of dust, a massive broken rock suddenly stirred.
"Phew... Ptooey, ptooey, it's all dirt."
Saitama pushed away the giant rock pressing on him and stood up as if nothing had happened.
He patted the dusty cape on his body with a look of disgust, then fumbled around in the pitch-black darkness for a while.
"Where is it... Oh, I touched it, it's slippery."
He reached his hand into a narrow rock crevice and, with a strong pull like uprooting a radish, literally dug out the Monster named Big Eye.
"Are you still alive, Big Eye?"
"Wuwuwu... I thought I was dead..."
Big Eye was dangled in mid-air by Saitama like a little chick, its enormous single eye filled with tears, and fear instinctively activated its bioluminescence.
The light from its eye instantly illuminated the area.
"It's over, it's all over! The path is blocked! We'll starve to death here!" Big Eye cried even harder.
Just then, a pile of rubble nearby suddenly exploded.
"Hmph."
Accompanied by a cold snort, a golden figure leaped out from within.
Flashy Flash was a bit disheveled at the moment; his previously spotless battle suit was covered in dust, and his flowing golden hair had fallen flat.
But he still maintained that arrogant expression, as if he hadn't been buried alive just now.
"What are you panicking about?"
Flashy Flash said coldly, casually flicking the dust off his shoulder, "This is merely a common minor interlude in infiltration operations."
"Besides, a collapse of this magnitude poses no threat at all."
Flashy Flash slowly straightened his body, and under the dim light, his aura remained powerful.
His right hand slowly reached for his waist, where his most trusted companion hung—the famous sword named 'instant kill'.
"As long as I cut open a path..."
His hand gripped the hilt, and his eyes instantly became incredibly sharp.
"Watch closely."
He suddenly drew it.
"Crack."
A crisp sound rang out.
Flashy Flash's elegant sword-drawing motion froze in mid-air.
With the faint light from Big Eye, Saitama curiously leaned over: "Oh? Are you going to cut open the rock? Then hurry up, the air here really isn't good."
However, when Flashy Flash's hand was fully drawn from the scabbard, the air seemed to solidify.
Beneath the ornate hilt, only a short, broken blade remained attached.
The other half was either stuck in a gap in the mining cart or was crushed and broken during the violent impact just now; in any case, it was gone.
"Uh..." Saitama blinked, pointing at the broken end, "It broke."
"..." Flashy Flash didn't speak.
"That thing called instant kill, it seems to have broken."
Saitama seemed afraid he hadn't heard, and kindly repeated it, even gesturing the length of the break, "Only this much is left."
Flashy Flash's hand trembled violently, and a vein bulged on his forehead.
He abruptly shoved the remaining half of the broken sword back into its scabbard, and said in a tone meant to reassure himself:
"No, this is merely a necessary measure taken to limit overly powerful strength."
He closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and forced an explanation:
"A true strong person has a sword in their heart, so there is no need for a sword in their hand. That last move was just to release the seal."
"Really?" Big Eye couldn't help but retort from the side:
"But you clearly had a 'it's over' expression just now! And your hand is still shaking!"
"Shut up! Monster!"
Flashy Flash finally broke, shouting at Big Eye in exasperation, his cool demeanor shattered.
"In short! Although it's difficult to display my skills in this confined space, that doesn't mean I'm helpless! Just give me a little time to think of a strategy..."
"Too troublesome."
Saitama sighed, interrupting Flashy Flash's defense.
He walked to the completely blocked rock wall, and knocked on it, producing a dull echo.
"Since the path ahead is blocked, and the path behind is also blocked..."
Saitama looked up at the incredibly thick strata above his head.
He casually rotated his wrist, making cracking sounds.
"Then why not just punch our way up from here?"
"Huh?"
Flashy Flash was stunned, then frowned, "Are you an idiot? This is deep underground!"
"If you attack recklessly in such an unstable geological structure, it will only cause a chain collapse, and we'll all be crushed into meat paste! And without precise positioning, you..."
"I'll just use a little force."
Saitama completely ignored Flashy Flash's "professional analysis."
He took half a step back, adopted a punching stance, and his red glove traced an inconspicuous arc in the dim underground.
"Can't you understand human speech! Stop! Caped Baldy! It's going to collapse! It really will collapse!"
Seeing Saitama actually preparing to act, Big Eye and Flashy Flash both felt a bad premonition.
Especially Flashy Flash, the instinctive sense of danger instantly made him lose his composure, and he roared loudly.
But, the punch had already been thrown.
"Serious Punch."
Boom!!!
At that instant, a sun seemed to rise from the depths of the earth.
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Meanwhile, on the surface, southeast side of Z-City.
A violent tremor swept through the entire district.
Bang, who was moving at high speed, had the ground beneath his feet suddenly buckle, nearly making this martial arts master stumble and fall face-first.
"This is... an earthquake?"
Bang steadied himself, frowning as he looked in the direction of the epicenter.
However, this tremor came extremely suddenly and left just as quickly.
He temporarily put the matter out of his mind, because before him stood that department store.
Bang took a deep breath and slowly walked in.
The air here was even more turbid than outside, filled with dust and a smell of blood.
His gaze pierced through the dim hall, instantly locking onto the figure in the corner.
That was Garou.
But his current appearance made Bang's heart clench violently.
Garou was curled up in the shadow of a load-bearing pillar, still unconscious.
But his body was not resting; instead, it was like a hatching cocoon.
Layers of pitch-black substance had already covered most of his torso—a sign of monsterization.
Fragments of human clothes and bandages were merging with this black substance, forming flowing tentacle-like objects on his back.
That feeling was no longer of a rebellious but still human disciple, but rather of a sleeping beast.
"Garou..."
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