The End

"Finally." The Seven-Colored Light Being slowly let out a breath before looking toward the distant planet.

"As long as I deal with this man, dealing with all of humanity will be no problem."

As long as he wiped out all the humans on the planet, his planet would return to balance.

Humans were nothing more than parasites constantly destroying the planet.

And he was the will of this planet.

He was also its god.

The desire to destroy humanity came from the planet's own will.

Humanity had been constantly destroying Earth, just like parasites destroying his body.

Naturally, he could not tolerate it.

And the monsters on the planet were born from his hatred. That hatred continuously drove humans with powerful obsessions to break free from the bounds of humanity and become powerful monsters.

And the monsters, in turn, hated humanity because of his resentment.

That was why this planet had suffered so many disasters.

Such frequent calamities were not a normal occurrence. He was the root of it all.

But although monsters were born because of him, they did not obey his commands, and those monsters had minds of their own.

Not to mention those so-called heroes, who constantly slaughtered monsters.

The strength of these humans and monsters was still far too low.

He could only personally create monsters specifically meant to destroy humanity, but every time, they were directly taken out by Saitama.

That was why he had never achieved his goal.

Now that Saitama was completely dead, no one could stop him at last.

Just as he was about to turn and leave—

Countless cracks suddenly appeared in the void of space, rapidly spreading outward.

A fist suddenly emerged from the void.

Saitama, bare from the waist up, slowly walked out of the void. His facial features