Saitama's words might have sounded ordinary to anyone else, but to the young cyborg, they rang like bells, drums, and Buddhist chants, resounding enough to wake the deaf.
"So that's how it is... I understand now! Teacher Saitama!!"
Genos froze, feeling as though his impoverished social-system database had just received some brand-spanking-new know-how.
-Teacher Saitama sacrificed his own apartment to teach me a vivid lesson in emotional intelligence! I must not let him down!!
The next moment, the invigorated young cyborg had already whipped out his notebook and was once again scribbling furiously!
Saitama (huge bead of sweat.JPG): Uh... there he goes again...
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The Monster Association.
Being hauled at high speed from 1,500 meters underground to above the surface in an instant was nothing short of a journey of death for the weaker monsters!
Countless monsters were crushed to death by the immense pressure of Psychic Power before they even saw the moonlight above!
The elite monsters of Demon-level and above could naturally protect themselves within the violently shaking space. The others who survived by sheer luck were flung against the ceiling by inertia, leaving them thoroughly dazed.
Slurp, slurp-
A strange, unsettling sound of feeding rang out. The surviving monsters could no longer spare a thought for the dizziness left by their ride on the Little Tatsumaki-brand high-speed elevator and hastily scattered, fleeing the spots where their companions had died gruesomely.
The Monster King, Orochi, who had quietly served as part of the backdrop all this time, had watched countless fresh feasts of flesh and blood appear right before his eyes. He immediately put into practice the good habits of thrift and frugality he had developed through a hard life. The snakes covering his head opened their jaws and shot outward, greedily devouring the monster flesh strewn