Shokuhou Misaki was also rather concerned about the Doomsday Dungeon.
So she asked directly.
"The Doomsday Dungeon?" Saitama's expression became noticeably unnatural, even drooping a little. "That place isn't a good one at all. Especially for someone like you going there—you'll definitely feel awful."
When fighting in his own world, Saitama had never shown much reaction, no matter what bizarre Monsters he faced.
Even when some of them looked disgusting and became even more disgusting after being blasted apart.
But there were just too many of them.
They would appear in swarms across the entire starry sky—dense, gigantic insects, sometimes covering a planet in dozens of layers. They could never be finished off, and their attacks consisted of things like corrosive saliva, corrosive slime, and even stinky-egg projectiles.
Just recalling the scene made Saitama feel uncomfortable all over.
This expression caused quite a few people to misunderstand.
"Could it be very dangerous?" Konan could not help asking. "Even someone as powerful as you feels threatened?"
"Hard to say." Saitama shook his head. He looked at Konan, then at the members, hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head again. "It's hard to explain in a few words. You'll know when you go there later. But I recommend that you'd better not go."
It seemed that quite a few of them were girls.
When they had agreed to fight the BOSS back then, Tatsumaki had vomited several times and suffered a severe mental blow. Even now, if she saw a cockroach crawling past her, she could scream and destroy an entire house on the spot.
As soon as those words were spoken,
quite a few people's expressions grew even worse.
As expected of a Doomsday Dungeon world prepared for these powerful individuals. It seemed that their brief period of "comfortable" living