Chapter 195: May Your Words Come True
Sun Sperm almost peed his pants in fear.
He had betrayed the God before, and he still possessed the God's power.
If he were taken to fight against the God, wouldn't his power be drained on the spot, turning him into an idiot?
"Uh... that, that, that, that... Lord Saitama, Lord King, there's no need for a weak existence like me to go, right? I'll handle the logistics for you at home."
Hearing Saitama's inquiry, King's gaze fell upon Sun Sperm, a thought flashing through his mind.
Indeed, this guy couldn't be left on Earth.
Speaking of which, Sun Sperm was incredibly lucky; he was still hogging the power that belonged to the God even now.
Since the God's true body had been beaten into the High-Dimensional World and could no longer invade Sun Sperm's mental world, a certain Bald Head could even drop by the other's Soul world.
This led to a problem: although the God had the ability to take back Sun Sperm's power, he was consistently unable to do so.
But if Sun Sperm went to the High-Dimensional World, he would likely be drained dry the moment he stepped in, and his power would become nourishment for the God.
Although this guy was just a weak God-Level Monster, a lowly existence that could be slapped to death, even a Mosquito's leg is meat; once his power was absorbed by the God, it would definitely make the opponent even stronger.
King certainly wouldn't engage in such an act of aiding the enemy.
But he couldn't let this guy stay on Earth either...
Although Sun Sperm was weak, that was only relative to himself and the Bald Demon King; on Earth, he was like a force from a higher dimension, and even Tatsumaki wouldn't be able to withstand one of his punches.
He and Saitama were heading to the High-Dimensional World this time, and they didn't know how long it would take to return. What if this guy suddenly went on a killing spree in the rear?
At that time, there would probably be no one who could stop him.
So the best way was to keep Sun Sperm away from Earth during this time while also preventing him from going to the High-Dimensional World.
In that case, King had a good candidate in mind.
Before long, a middle-aged man in white battle armor strode into the house and greeted the dazed Saitama.
"Hello, Saitama, how have you been lately?"
"Ah, I'm okay."
Saitama rubbed his head and replied with a blank expression.
After the pointless greetings, Blast got straight to the point, glancing warily at Sun Sperm standing nearby before turning his gaze to King:
"What is it, King? Is there something? Is it about this guy?"
Blast's mere glance made Sun Sperm feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles; he felt a chill all over, as if the flames covering his body provided no warmth at all.
This is bad... is this guy going to settle an old score out of spite? My life is over! If only I hadn't attacked him back then!
Sun Sperm was panicking like a cornered dog; he had humiliated Blast so badly on that planet, even leaving him heavily injured on a dying planet to fend for himself.
And now, it turned out the other party was on such good terms with his master and the incredibly powerful King.
If he complained, I'd be killed one way or another!
Sun Sperm knew his place; although his stance was now with the humans, the power flowing through him was still that of the God.
If King and Saitama really wanted to eliminate unstable factors, he would definitely be the first to go!
At this thought, Sun Sperm's panic reached its peak, and his extreme fear even began to turn into anger.
Even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone a terrifying God-Level Monster.
If I'm really going to be purged...
If that's the case, then even if I can't win! I'll fight with everything I've got! I'll grab onto even the slightest chance of survival!
Thinking this, Sun Sperm began to silently gather his power. If King and Saitama showed any signs of hostility, he would use all his strength to escape without hesitation.
As if sensing the flow of energy, King's majestic and domineering face turned, staring intently at Sun Sperm with a serious gaze.
This guy... why is he gathering power?
Feeling King's gaze upon him, Sun Sperm felt as if all his energy had been drained away; his spirit withered, and any thought of resistance vanished.
He had a premonition that if he obeyed, there might be a slim chance of survival, but if he chose to resist, he would likely be beaten to death on the spot.
Forget it, forget it, I accept it. Even if I'm beaten to death, I accept it!
Sun Sperm closed his eyes in resignation, waiting for the judgment of fate to descend.
King and Saitama had no idea why the guy next to them was having so much internal drama; they were still discussing things with Blast.
Finally, the three of them reached an agreement and decided on their respective roles.
Saitama and King would enter the High-Dimensional World through the Spatial Tunnel opened by Blast, then use King's special item to locate the God and perform a "Deus Ex Machina" arrival.
As for Blast, he would provide support from the periphery with the Team Resisting the God, and also dump the unstable factor, Sun Sperm, in an area several light-years away, to be picked up later.
"Step aside, I'll open the Spatial Tunnel."
Blast rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath, his weathered eyes behind the goggles filled with gravity and focus.
After fighting the God for so many years, perhaps today, everything would truly come to an end.
King and Saitama's power far exceeded Blast's imagination. If the two of them joined forces, they might really have a chance to completely slay the God in the High-Dimensional World.
In that case, the world would be free.
Although Blast could open Spatial Tunnels at will, those were only within this world. After all, the spaces in the lower worlds were interconnected; it was just a matter of opening a hole between two different spaces.
But what he had to do now was a different operation entirely.
To open a Spatial Tunnel from a Low-Dimensional World to a High-Dimensional World was equivalent to forcibly breaking the barrier between two realms, which would be a huge drain on Blast.
After opening the Spatial Tunnel this time, Blast might be weakened for a week or two and would be unable to get back up for a while.
But if it meant making the God suffer, it was completely worth it!
The next second, Blast gave a loud shout, and a surging Spatial Power emerged from his body. Boundless spatial energy converged frantically in front of him, repeatedly charging at the space ahead.
This process lasted for about ten seconds until Blast's face turned as pale as paper, and the silvery-white Spatial Tunnel suddenly erupted with blue light.
A mysterious energy appeared in everyone's perception, seemingly carrying an ethereal aura.
Blast's voice even carried a tremor, but his finger pointed steadfastly at the blue tunnel ahead:
"It's open. This is the Spatial Tunnel leading to the High-Dimensional World. Go, end all of this."
Saitama and King nodded simultaneously and then walked toward the Spatial Tunnel without looking back.
Just as the two were about to be swallowed by the blue light, Blast suddenly called out from behind, stopping them in their tracks:
"Wait, let me give you one more word!"
Saitama and King turned back to see Blast with a brilliant smile, holding up a big thumb:
"I wish you all great success in battle."
"Good, that sounds like a nice blessing."
Saitama pumped his fist and responded to Blast with a similar smile.
King nodded, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth. He turned back and continued walking forward, waving his hand in the air:
"May your words come true."
As soon as he finished speaking, their figures were completely swallowed by the blue light and disappeared.
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