The real, material world.
Although the scale of the war was smaller than in cyberspace, the major cities were still in complete chaos.
Rampaging robots were everywhere, opposed by armies, war police, and heroes.
There were also electromagnetic tanks, Pacifistas, and Prism Towers that continuously refracted laser beams.
Fortunately, there had yet to be any news of a shelter being breached.
That was the result of those outside fighting in blood-soaked battles.
Inside the command hall of Hero Association headquarters.
The staff at their consoles were exceptionally busy, periodically shouting out the latest reports.
Morgan William, dressed in a suit, stood silently in the center with his arms crossed.
His eyes swept back and forth across every virtual screen while his ears carefully took in every piece of intelligence that came through.
At this moment, only Kyros remained behind Morgan William.
Unable to hold himself back, Saitama was outside destroying the robots that had appeared within K City.
Though he was powerful, he still felt constrained when faced with a mass disaster sweeping across the continent.
After all, he could not wipe out enemy units with a single punch without damaging friendly personnel and buildings at the same time.
Fortunately, Saitama had always had a good mindset. He never blamed himself for being unable to save everyone.
After all, he was a hero for fun. He did not carry that much responsibility.
Just then, someone shouted excitedly, barely able to contain himself.
"Report! The robots in Z City have been completely eliminated by the Martial Artist Association!"
"Vice President Bomb says that next, eleven martial artists at Protector level and above, including himself, will split into three groups and lead their disciples to support the nearby cities of Y, B, and D!"
"Bomb himself, Raimon Goten, Yuhime, and Onigawara will