A Simple Matter (4) · 99% Destruction

The inside of the Purple-Gold Giant Cocoon seemed to stretch time itself.

Every particle of scale powder trembled, releasing hypnotic agents invisible to the naked eye. They burrowed into Saitama's nostrils and clung to his skin, attempting to seep into every pore.

Shaiapouf's clones reveled in the microscopic world.

Billions of nanoscale Beelzebubs crawled across Saitama's body, sharing the same consciousness and the same field of vision. From their perspective, the bald man's cells were terrifyingly calm—there was no Nen defense, no muscular tension, and even his basic metabolism was as faint as that of a stone.

"Invade him."

Shaiapouf's main consciousness echoed among the billions of clones. "Control his nerves. Take over his brain."

The nanoscale clones burrowed toward Saitama's pores.

Then.

They slammed into some invisible wall.

It wasn't Nen or a physical barrier, but something more fundamental—the man's body seemed to reject the very concept of "foreign invasion." The scale powder landed on his windpipe, stuck to a thin layer of mucus, and was then blown out with a yawn.

The Beelzebub clones burrowed toward his pores, only to discover that the pores contracted at an absurd speed, like countless miniature shredders grinding them into even finer dust.

"How is this possible?!"

Shaiapouf's main consciousness trembled.

His scale powder could even affect Netero, and even King Meruem would frown slightly under its influence.

Why was this bald man immune?

"Looks like I'll have to increase the dosage."

Shaiapouf's voice echoed inside the cocoon, carrying a twisted elegance.

The billions of clones simultaneously released even stronger hypnotic waves. The Purple-Gold Giant Cocoon began to contract, growing denser and denser as the light was completely swallowed. Absolute darkness descended inside the cocoon.

In that darkness, only Shaiapouf's golden pupils glowed.

"Sleep."

He chanted softly. "Offer me your emptiness."

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