Capítulo 132: Chapter 131: The Earth is in danger!
Their chatter filled the quiet room, prompting the rest to either join the conversation or start their own. Genos was a bit surprised to learn that both Tsuna and his master seemed well-acquainted with King and that the three of them had met years ago to kill a monster.
However, Genos did not know that King was slightly nervous hearing the story and looked at that calm, menacing face with respect.
"I see. Anyone who fought alongside Sensei must be strong," the cyborg said earnestly, bowing his head slightly. "I apologize for underestimating you."
Tsuna curled his lips in amusement as he observed King, whose eyes seemed empty and unfocused, anticipating another misunderstanding coming his way.
Suddenly, Saitama broke the tension, his voice cutting through the room, "My throat's getting dry. Can I get some tea?"
The lively chatter halted at once. All eyes turned toward the bald hero, the casual request hanging in the air. Tatsumaki rolled her eyes dramatically before huffing in annoyance, arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath, her dissatisfaction almost palpable.
Tsuna glanced over at the small robot that had been quietly cleaning the floor earlier. Without a word, it suddenly whirred to life and rolled away to fetch some tea. As it left, Tsuna casually called out, "A coffee for me, please."
The robot paused for a moment, as if processing the second request, before resuming its task. Just then, the entrance door slid open with a sharp hiss, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the room.
"My apologies for being late."
Stitch, accompanied by two of his most trusted men, hurried in, their expressions tense.
Tsuna could see sweat rolling down Stitch's forehead as the tension in the room grew heavier, especially among the S-Class heroes who had been waiting impatiently for quite some time.
Their frustration was evident in the way some crossed their arms or tapped their fingers, clearly irritated by the delay.
"We haven't been able to locate Metal Knight or Blast," Stitch explained quickly, "nor have we been able to contact them for this meeting. But we can't afford to wait any longer. The situation we're facing is far more dire than we anticipated."
Tsuna looked over as the robot that had gone away came back with tea and coffee and placed them on the table. Saitama immediately went for a sip before whispering, "What do you think is going on?"
"A bit of fun, probably."
He replied as he sipped his coffee.
The slight bitterness of the coffee seemed to have rejuvenated his senses as he nodded in satisfaction at the taste, "Good coffee."
Stitch introduced himself briefly before continuing with a grave tone, "Each and every one of you represents our strongest manpower, but even with that... you still might not survive this. So please, we're asking you—no, we're begging you—to save the Earth this time!"
A loud slam echoed through the room as Stitch's fist hit the table, causing it to tremble slightly. His face was tight with worry, his eyes pleading with the gathered heroes.
Tsuna quietly took another sip of his coffee, his eyes scanning the room, observing the reactions of each hero. Many of them exchanged awkward glances, some even rolling their eyes at the dramatic plea. His gaze finally settled on King, whose outward expression remained cool and composed, but Tsuna noticed the subtle bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously.
The fear was there, just beneath the surface, despite the stoic facade.
Stitch continued, outlining the plan to keep all the S-Class heroes stationed at headquarters until the crisis was resolved. But Tsuna could tell that many of them had already checked out, their attention drifting as their interest waned. It was clear that most of them weren't taking the threat as seriously as they should.
He shifted slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the side of his coffee cup.
"Oy oy, calling all of us here like this so suddenly made me miss my sister's piano classes for this. You better pray it's worth it, or else I'll destroy the whole building!" a man with a pompadour hairstyle threatened.
Metal Bat!
Tatsumaki scoffed, mockingly saying, "As if you could do that with a broken stick!"
"Huh!? You looking for a fight, little girl!?"
Things started to heat up as both of them continued mocking each other, while the rest of the heroes just rolled their eyes and turned to Stitch, hoping he'd continue and ignore the two troublemakers.
Tsuna grew bored, glancing up at the dark ceiling as Stitch sighed before explaining, "The great seer, Lady Shibabawa, is dead!"
"Who the hell is that?"
He heard Saitama mutter out loud. Tsuna could tell the bald hero was also quite bored with the meeting as Stitch went on to show the heroes her last prophecy, which stated that the Earth was in trouble!
"T-The Earth is in danger!?"
All the S-Class heroes who knew Lady Shibabawa were shocked, finally understanding why the Hero Association had called all the S-Class heroes together!
Meanwhile, up in the space, a massive unidentified flying object slowly descended toward Earth's atmosphere, its ominous silhouette casting a dark shadow over the planet.
Inside the vessel, a vast, elongated room stretched endlessly, illuminated by dim, ethereal light.
At the far end of the chamber, a towering, cyclopean alien with pale pink, spiked hair sat motionless on a throne. His imposing figure was draped in an ornate cloak, and his singular eye remained closed, as if he were in a light slumber, undisturbed by the vastness of the cosmos around him.
"Boros-sama, we're getting closer to our destination. We've found a massive energy centered at a certain coordinate. What should we do?"
A voice echoed through the chamber.
Slowly, Boros stirred.
His eye fluttered open, revealing a dull gaze that seemed to reflect boredom. But then, as the words registered, a flicker of excitement sparked in his eye. His lips curled into a faint, predatory smile as he finally responded, "Let's head there. Perhaps… this time…"
Boros leaned forward slightly, his thoughts consumed by the prospect of what awaited him. For eons, he had roamed the universe, battling, conquering, and destroying one world after another. Yet, none had proven to be a challenge.
Not a single warrior had been able to stand against him as an equal.
The alien seer's prophecy echoed in his mind—the promise of a distant planet where he would finally find an opponent worthy of his strength, a battle that could satiate the overwhelming hunger for a real fight.
"Prepare the ship," he ordered. "We're going down."
In a different section of the massive ship, the command room buzzed with activity.
Towering screens loomed at the far end, displaying maps and data feeds, while various alien creatures manned their stations, adjusting controls and ensuring the ship's steady descent. The low hum of machinery filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of alien limbs on consoles.
At the center of the room, elevated on the second level, stood an alien with a tentacled body. His dark blue skin, translucent in certain areas, faintly glowed under the harsh lights of the control room.
"Understood!" he acknowledged with a nod, his voice sharp and commanding, carrying through the room.
One of his subordinates, a smaller alien creature with multiple appendages, turned to him nervously, sensing the tension in the air. "Geryuganshoop-sama, what are your orders?"
Geryuganshoop's empty, gleaming eyes settled on the subordinate. There was no warmth in his gaze. His tentacles writhed slightly as he straightened.
"We're going down," he replied, his tone final and unyielding.
At that command, the room sprang into action, every creature at their station working in sync. The screens above flashed red as the ship adjusted its course, preparing for descent toward the distant planet below.
The Dark Matter Thieves have come knocking on the door!
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The bonus chapter might be a bit late. I was working on the Marvel fic, but I got really anxious somehow. I think I got too deep into Tommy's character. I'm going to take a break before writing the next chapter—give me a moment!
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