Explosive Entrance! A Revenge Battle Across Time and Space

At 9:50 the next morning.

Heaven's Arena, 160th floor, was packed to capacity.

Cameras broadcasting live worldwide were locked onto the alloy arena at the center, while hundreds of millions of viewers stared at their screens, holding their breath as they awaited the start of this so-called "most mysterious showdown in history."

The atmosphere in the front row of the VIP section was so heavy it seemed ready to drip.

Genos's mechanical eyes flashed with cold blue light. Every weapon system in his body had long been on standby, while his core processor ran frantically, scanning every inch of the venue. Old Master Bang stood with his arms crossed, his graying brows tightly furrowed, his usually gentle gaze now as sharp as an eagle's.

Only King sat at the very edge with his head lowered. His wide sleeves concealed his hands as his fingers rapidly worked the game controller, a thin layer of cold sweat secretly forming on his forehead.

"Tick-tock."

Saitama walked onto the arena with a yawn.

He was still wearing that faded yellow jumpsuit, along with those tattered red boots. In his left hand, he clutched a wax-paper bag containing strawberry daifuku he had just bought from the convenience store downstairs that morning.

As he bit into a daifuku, he mumbled indistinctly, "Let's finish this fast and get going... I heard the seafood buffet on the first basement level has a two-hour limit. If I get there late, all the king crab will be gone."

The referee glanced at the watch on his wrist, cleared his throat, and loudly announced into the microphone:

"Ten seconds remain until the match begins! If the contestant still fails to appear, contestant Saitama will be declared—Victory Without Fighting!"

"10! 9! 8!"

The audience immediately erupted.

"What the hell? Don't tell me