Chapter 67 – The Super-Gaylord
King was a little surprised.
If he remembered correctly, the Meteor Strike arc should have come before the Deep Sea King arc, yet the timeline had been scrambled again.
How odd… the only explanation for this chronological mess was yet another butterfly effect of Transmigration.
As King slowly closed his eyes, another scene surfaced in his mind.
Streets rewinding in reverse, torrential rain pouring down, silver machinery gleaming, and the roar of a core on the verge of exploding.
Watching King sit motionless like an old monk in meditation, Saitama unhurriedly picked up a piece of wagyu beef, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled,
"Master Bang, is KING so full he's taking a nap? Why'd he suddenly close his eyes?"
Saitama wasn't worried; he trusted KING. If KING said everything was fine, then it was—no need for him to rush over.
Confronted with the Bald Demon King's question, Bang had no idea how to respond—he didn't know what King intended either.
After a moment's hesitation, Bang answered tentatively, uncertainty thick in his voice.
"Well… perhaps Mr. KING has some special way to resolve the crisis right from here?"
"I see. That does sound like his style—after all, he's pretty amazing."
Saitama slurped up an enoki mushroom caught between his chopsticks and mumbled again… Z-City streets.
"Pwah!"
A man with lightning-bolt tattoos on his face and hair like a golden pine-cone cried out in pain, shot backward like a cannonball, and smashed into a building behind him.
Deep Sea King stepped forward unhurriedly, lifted the unconscious blond youth with one hand, and casually tossed him aside, bored.
That blond man had looked weak, but he was actually an A-Class Hero named Lightning Max.
Yet against Deep Sea King empowered by the rain, he couldn't even land a punch, let alone deal any damage.
"Oh my~ Humans really are this weak. Every so-called hero so far has folded from a single punch. Conquering this land will be child's play."
Deep Sea King scratched his head with a sharp claw, then leapt high and crashed down onto the street, his huge frame even more terrifying in the downpour.
Just then, a sultry, magnetic voice drifted into Deep Sea King's ears.
"Good heavens! You vile monster! What have you done to my cute, beautiful little men!"
Deep Sea King followed the voice and couldn't help narrowing his pupils for an instant.
Before him stood a man nearly two meters tall, explosive muscles stuffed into a cute, baby-pink sweater, his legs still wearing the black-and-white striped prison pants.
His hyper-masculine, chiseled jaw bore freshly shaved stubble; curly hair and long lashes sent a chill down anyone's spine.
An S-Class Hero, the Puri-Puri Prisoner—also an outright, flamboyant gay man.
Thanks to his unique tastes and the fact that assigning him convicts wouldn't harm civilians, he'd built himself a harem inside the vast prison.
Seeing Lightning Max unconscious and, on his way here, spotting Stinger bruised and out cold in the rubble, Puri-Puri Prisoner burned with rage.
These handsome A-Class Heroes were all designated members of his future harem—yet someone had dared trample these beautiful blossoms. Unforgivable!!
Puri-Puri Prisoner's Aura erupted; his muscles swelled again, standing out like slabs of rock. Rain-soaked sexy chest hair clung to his powerful pecs.
His clothes instantly exploded into pink shreds, even his pants bursting apart to reveal… the mysterious little item.
Watching Puri-Puri Prisoner strip down just like himself, Deep Sea King sensed formidable physical strength and grew intrigued.
He could tell this man was on an entirely different level from the human heroes he'd met so far.
"Oi, human, what's your—"
Before Deep Sea King could finish, Puri-Puri Prisoner let out a piercing wail.
His gaze fell on the pink scraps on the ground, and fury surged; he rose, face dark, fists clenched.
"You bastard! That pink sweater was hand-sewn by my boyfriend—stitched full of love!"
Roaring, Puri-Puri Prisoner lunged forward, each stride cracking the pavement.
He closed in and slammed a muscle-packed punch that shattered raindrops and smashed into Deep Sea King's face.
With a meaty boom, Deep Sea King staggered half a step back, rubbed his stinging cheek, and grinned hideously.
"Not bad—my turn!"
What?!
Puri-Puri Prisoner was stunned; the feedback from his usually unstoppable fists felt like punching solid steel—barely any damage.
In the next instant, Deep Sea King's waist and arm powered a savage blow that drilled into Puri-Puri Prisoner's gut.
"Guh—!!"
Organs churned as if tossed in a storm; consciousness blurred. Puri-Puri Prisoner's eyes rolled white.
This time there was no back-and-forth struggle; drenched from the start, Deep Sea King's strength neared his oceanic peak—far beyond what Puri-Puri Prisoner could handle.
"Pretty tough, huh? Then take another round! Hahahaha!"
His fists whipped out like a tempest, raining heavy blows all over Puri-Puri Prisoner's body.
Even rock-hard muscle caved inward under each strike.
In moments, Puri-Puri Prisoner was a bloodied, dented mess, collapsing heavily to the ground.
Deep Sea King squatted, slapped the convict's cheek disdainfully with a finned claw.
"Thought stripping made you as strong as me? Stupid human."