Chapter 141: It Feels Like I'm Inside a Washing Machine!
Tanktop Master snapped his eyes open, only to find Child Emperor and Drive Knight staring at him with incredibly strange expressions.
He looked down at his body. He still possessed his chiseled, bulky muscles. A smirk curled his lips.
Thank goodness the muscles I worked so hard for are still here...
As expected, the Tanktop is the ultimate faith! Only the Tanktop can lead us through a breakthrough!
Tanktop Master knew for a fact that the Hero Association's technology couldn't have saved him after he had been squeezed into a "censored mosaic."
Therefore, his perfect recovery was undoubtedly thanks to the miraculous power of the Tanktop!
But... why does Child Emperor look so much taller? Did he use some special high-tech growth serum?
And why does Drive Knight look like a skyscraper from my perspective? Is he equipped with some sort of specialized external tactical armor?
Tanktop Master suddenly sensed something was off. The two people in front of him were way too tall, and they were eyeing him like he was a specimen in a jar.
Filled with confusion and unable to withstand their weird stares any longer, Tanktop Master opened his mouth to speak:
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? (High-pitched mosquito voice)"
The moment he spoke, Child Emperor's mouth twitched. He nearly burst out laughing but managed to bite it back.
Hearing his own voice, Tanktop Master's pupils constricted. He touched his throat in disbelief, attempting to make different sounds in horror:
"Hah... (High-pitched mosquito voice)"
"Ugh... (High-pitched mosquito voice)"
"AAAAHHH!! (High-pitched mosquito voice)"
"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY VOICE?! WHY IS IT SO SQUEAKY?!!! (High-pitched mosquito voice)"
After a full minute of experimenting, Tanktop Master slumped to the ground, his face ashen. He finally accepted the reality that he now sounded like a mosquito.
He eventually learned the details of his resurrection from Child Emperor and Drive Knight. It was indeed the mystical power of the Tanktop that brought him back.
However, the price of this resurrection was hard to swallow.
If Tanktop Master guessed correctly, the process had consumed his physical mass, and his vocal cords had shrunken along with his body.
But because his subconscious was fiercely protective of his muscle mass, the Tanktop—acting as the vessel of his conviction—refused to reduce his muscle volume. Instead, it compensated by drastically reducing his overall height.
In other words, Tanktop Master had become a "Muscle Dwarf." It would likely take months of recovery to get his height back.
Child Emperor opened his mouth to say something but found himself at a loss for how to comfort the grieving hero.
Whatever. I'll just develop a super-concentrated version of protein powder for him later.
Deep Space.
"Exactly how much further is it? I can't even see the shadow of the Sun!"
Saitama paddled his hands forward, his legs constantly bending, kicking, and snapping back together. He was repeating a breaststroke motion over and over, traversing the stars at a velocity approaching the speed of light.
Even so, in this region roughly one light-year away from the solar system, even moving at near-light speed would take him over a year to arrive.
Just then, a brilliant silver light erupted against the desolate, dark backdrop of space.
Saitama turned his head in confusion and saw a spatial rift radiating intense silver energy slowly manifesting.
Space in the universe isn't always indestructible; occasionally, fragile regions appear. After experiencing violent spatial turbulence, there's a chance they can bridge with reality, creating a temporary rift that soon repairs itself.
Saitama didn't understand the physics, but he could sense a current inside the rift, like a river that one could drift along.
Moreover, a gut feeling told him that stepping inside was the right move.
"Whatever. Flying through this place forever is getting old, and I might be going the wrong way anyway. Let's try this."
Saitama remembered that he had arrived here because he accidentally touched a silver-glowing area on Earth.
If I touch it again, maybe it'll teleport me back?
With that thought, Saitama swam over without hesitation. He grabbed the edges of the spatial rift with both hands and exerted force with his arms.
CRACK!
The spatial rift emitted the crisp sound of shattering glass. Saitama forcibly pried open the area swirling with chaotic spatial currents.
"Here goes nothing!"
Saitama yanked his hands back, launching himself like a cannonball into the rift. He was instantly swallowed by the silver tide.
If anyone who understood spatial dynamics were watching, they would have passed out from pure terror.
These accidental spatial rifts are usually filled with violent, chaotic currents capable of shredding anything in existence.
Even a God-tier spatial master like Blast wouldn't dare enter a wild rift like this unprotected; one slip-up and you'd be reduced to subatomic particles.
However, the Bald Demon jumped in without a single defensive precaution, allowing himself to be swept into the ocean of chaotic space.
"Whoa! It feels like I'm rolling around inside a washing machine!"
The world spun around him. Saitama was tossed and turned by the surging, ferocious spatial currents, traversing the cosmos in a way that was effectively a "cheat code."
"DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!! UGLY FACE-CAVING PUNCH!"
Fuhrer Ugly was bordering on insanity, swinging his massive fists with desperate fury. Every punch made the earth tremble; every strike shattered the surface, leaving massive craters in his wake.
Atomic Samurai leaped into the air, his blade flashing as he delivered thousands of slashes in an instant before landing gracefully behind the monster.
As he pulled the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it, blood blossomed like flowers all over Fuhrer Ugly's body, his flesh having been diced by the blade.
Driven to a white-hot rage by the pain, Fuhrer Ugly roared and swung a fist at Atomic Samurai.
Atomic Samurai didn't panic. He calmly placed the toothpick back between his teeth, looking completely unbothered.
In the next second, Bang appeared at Atomic Samurai's side. His palms, swirling with faint blue light, struck out:
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!"
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