King couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
According to the original timeline, after Vaccine Man should have come Giant Younger Brother—so how had the story skipped straight to the financially-strapped hero, Genos, making his entrance?
Whatever. Probably my crossing over has nudged the timeline a bit.
In the blink of an eye, Saitama had already grabbed a can of bug spray and charged out after the escaped mosquito.
King scratched his head, set his cola on the ground, and vanished in a flicker.
He decided to meet the legendary budget-burning hero for himself—and to take a look at that Mosquito Girl the internet crowned queen of seduction… Z-City streets.
The loudspeaker blared its grating alarm, repeating over and over:
"A Demon-level disaster has erupted in Z-City with an extremely wide impact range. All citizens please evacuate the district immediately. Repeat: A Demon-level disaster has erupted in Z-City…"
The streets were almost empty; people hadn't even bothered to shutter their shops before joining the exodus.
Beside the road, two thuggish youths dragged an oversized sack along the pavement.
The one wearing a cap yanked the bag open, saw the trove of valuables inside, and beamed:
"Big bro, we've hit it big! Nobody's watching the stores—look at all this gold! We're set for life!"
The yellow-haired 'big bro' flicked his sun-glinting blond fringe, grinning ear-to-ear.
"Hahaha, those runners are idiots—what disaster? We're making a fortune today. Move, before someone spots us!"
The pair had slipped back into the district during the evacuation for a little disaster-sale 'zero-yuan shopping.'
Just then, a mosquito landed on the blond's cheek with an irritating buzz.
He slapped it dead and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Why so many mozzies today? I've swatted a dozen already—let's go!"
But the capped youth stood frozen, staring skyward.
"Hey! You coming or what? Want the cops to catch us?"
Ignoring him, the capped youth backed away, trembling, voice cracking:
"B-big bro… look at the sky! So many mosquitoes!"
The blond scoffed, glanced up—and his voice died.
"W-what is that thing…!"
High above, millions of mosquitoes formed a black tide, roaring down with a deafening buzz.
The two thugs dropped their loot and bolted.
But how could they outrun that swarm? The black wave swallowed them whole.
Needles pierced skin, greedily drinking blood; their bodies visibly withered.
A few seconds later, they were nothing but desiccated husks on the pavement.
The cloud rose again, now tinged pink, leaving two shriveled corpses behind.
At the swarm's center hovered a bizarre humanoid.
She sported metre-long mosquito forelegs, a fuzzy thorax, and an alluring human torso—a slender girl's figure with a pure, lovely face crowned by a sharp proboscis: seductive yet deadly.
Mosquito Woman beckoned the blood-tinged swarm and drank their harvested blood in a single draught.
Licking redder lips, she laughed wildly:
"More—drain every drop!"
"You're out of chances."
A cold voice sounded behind her; pupils shrinking, she whirled around.
All she saw was a black mechanical arm, its palm-cannon already spinning.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!
Searing orange energy blasted forth. Mosquito Woman flapped frantically aside, but the swarm behind her was vaporized—millions of ashes drifting on the heat.
Hovering in the warped air, she snarled at the newcomer:
"What are you?"
Then she froze—she felt no blood in him at all.
No pulse… could he be…? Having seen many freaks in the Evolution House, she guessed the answer.
"Demon-level disaster Mosquito Woman, ravaging Z-City—eradicated today."
The icy declaration cut her thoughts short; she studied the figure before her.
A lean, blond young man in a plain white shirt—yet beneath the fabric gleamed metal. The cyborg raised his right arm, energy gathering in his palm-cannon, golden mechanical eyes blazing.
The financially-strapped hero, Genos—enters the stage!
…