dkrc Chapter 2058 Saitama: I will protect this world; where my fist strikes, all things vanish!
Chapter 2058 Saitama: I will protect this world; where my fist strikes, all things vanish!
Chapter 2058 Saitama: I will protect this world; where my fist strikes, all things vanish!
The thunderstorm raged for a full minute.
In the heart of the thunderstorm, that figure still stood silently.
The "evil god" tilted its head slightly, its eerie eyes gleaming with a strange light, as if it were enjoying the insects' struggles.
"Hmm~, this is getting interesting."
Her seductive voice rang out, her tone critical and laced with condescending sarcasm.
"Unfortunately, it's still not enough."
But just as she was about to say something more, and was about to better "appreciate" the expressions of Angel Yan and Huo Linfei as they grew increasingly helpless in their attempts.
Quite suddenly, her existence was deliberately revealed, albeit in a small way.
The charming yet mocking smile on the "evil god's" face suddenly vanished; in its place was a chilling coldness, as if looking down upon ants on a sand table.
The eerie light that had been swirling in those eyes froze, then transformed into two bottomless pools of darkness.
An incomprehensible "aura" spread out.
At first, only the thin black aura surrounding "her" rippled slightly, then...
"boom!!!"
It's impossible to describe whether it was a sound or a feeling; it was as if the whole world was letting out a "wailing"!
A dense, impenetrable "mist" surged forth wildly from where "she" stood, from the void itself.
The black mist moved at an extreme speed, surpassing light, surpassing thought, and even distorting the perception of space and time to some extent.
Everything it touches becomes part of itself.
In an instant.
The entire planet, no, the entire planetary system, and even the wider space, is being shrouded in black mist at an alarming rate.
The universe became a dark space devoid of any light or sound.
Before Huo Linfei and Angel Yan, the place where the "evil god" had once stood was now devoid of human form.
Instead, it is
Indescribable.
At this moment, any known language seems somewhat powerless.
Was it a state of "chaos"? A state of "darkness"? A "phenomenon"?
No, none of those are accurate.
That is existence itself, which transcends form, dimension, and comprehension.
It is an aggregation of countless twisted, writhing, and indescribable shadows, a manifestation of billions of crazy, blasphemous, and chaotic concepts.
Simply by directing one's perception there, one feels reason screaming and the soul trembling, as if invisible tentacles are spreading along the perception, trying to drag the observer's consciousness into eternal madness and chaos.
In the dim light, it seemed as if "eyes" were opening in the depths of that indescribable darkness, and countless "mouths" were silently opening and closing, uttering incomprehensible and blasphemous knowledge.
A grand, chaotic voice, seemingly originating from the very beginning of the universe yet also returning to ultimate nothingness, resounded within the consciousness of Huo Linfei and Angel Yan:
The amusing little trick was interrupted; the ant's struggle was ultimately futile.
The "voice" carried a hint of displeasure at being interrupted from the "game," but more than that, it conveyed a sense of indifference, as if looking down on dust.
However, this is for the best.
That fragile facade was meant to make the game more interesting; now that you've shattered it, let it go.
With this "thought", Huo Linfei and Angel Yan could "feel" that the incomprehensible and indescribable "thing" in front of them seemed to "shrink" a little.
It is not a reduction in volume, but rather a deliberate convergence of some kind of "influence".
But it doesn't disappear entirely; just as a person may conceal the aura they deliberately exude, the inherent "terror" remains unchanged in the slightest.
[The game ends here, let's switch to a different way of playing.]
[When this insignificant part of my essence begins to restrain itself even slightly, the fragile world you inhabit begins to wail.]
I have tried my best to restrain myself, but unfortunately, this small galaxy seems unable to withstand it; it is irreversibly collapsing because of my 'existence' itself.
The indescribable "being" seemed to be "watching" them, though they could not understand how it was "watching".
Now, here's an interesting question, Guardians.
[The world, the galaxy, the fragile stars and lives you fought so hard to protect, even risking your lives, are heading towards their end because of my 'existence'.]
What will you do to 'protect' it?
The “sound” is full of the playful mockery and sarcasm of a cat playing with a mouse; it is interrogating, but also enjoying the despair of its prey.
However, looking at it from another perspective, perhaps this isn't so bad.
[In your previous battle, you were hesitant and cautious, afraid that the meager aftershocks of your power would destroy the laughable ball of mud beneath your feet and harm those ant-like lives.]
Now, you don't need to worry anymore.
[The stage, I have already cleaned it up for you. This galaxy is collapsing, and there is no need for you to bother 'protecting' it anymore; those troublesome ants and dust will soon take their final bow along with this stage.]
You can now unleash your full power.
There's no need to worry about destroying stars, no need to fret about harming innocent people.
[Use all your might, burn everything, to show me your humble, laughable, yet somehow amusing side.]
Struggle.
Rebel!
Then, at the end of despair, before all returns to chaos and nothingness, let me savor how delicious your souls, tainted by despair and madness, will be.
As soon as the words were spoken, the terrifying "original entity," whose mere existence could cause the collapse of the world, seemed to be waiting "calmly and leisurely."
He no longer releases any additional power; His mere "existence" constitutes the most despairing oppression.
Huo Linfei and Angel Yan floated in this dark void, which was polluted by the evil god and was slowly heading towards extinction. Beneath their feet was the "non-existent" earth, and above their heads was the "collapsed" starry sky.
What they faced was no longer an enemy that could be "defeated," but a catastrophe whose mere existence was enough to bring down the world.
How can you protect a world that is crumbling because of the other party's "existence"?
Fight? Throw a punch at something beyond their comprehension?
The extreme sense of oppression and the cruel reality of a collapsing world are enough to drive even the most determined warrior to despair.
Strangely, neither Huo Linfei nor Angel Yan showed any trace of despair on their faces.
No, it's not just "no despair".
Huo Linfei's lips even curled up slightly, revealing a smile.
A helpless smile appeared on Angel Yan's exquisite face.
"When the world is plunged into its deepest darkness, when despair shrouds every corner, when seemingly insurmountable disaster strikes..."
"A true hero will step forward at that moment!"
"And the drama of saving the world often unfolds its most magnificent prelude at the most seemingly impossible moment!"
Huo Linfei spoke slowly, as if to confirm his words.
"Boom!!!"
A voice of immense power, seemingly capable of piercing the very soul, resounded without warning in this dark void corrupted by the power of the evil god.
Music! It's the sound of music!
It is passionate, surging, and full of power, carrying an indomitable belief.
Like the drums of war beating in a desperate situation, like the horns sounding before dawn!
Amidst this grand "sound" that seems to have its own background music.
"Stab!"
A dazzling white light, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, shone in this darkness!
Amidst the light, a figure appeared before Huo Linfei and Angel Yan, standing between them and the indescribable evil god.
It was an extremely ordinary-looking figure.
There was no ornate armor, no dazzling wings, only an earth-yellow jumpsuit, a white cape, and a gleaming bald head under the light.
It's Saitama.
He stood there calmly, his back to Huo Linfei and Angel Yan, facing the indescribable, terrifying existence that could destroy the world.
His expression was more serious than ever before.
Those eyes, which usually looked dull or bored, were now shining brightly, as if two flames of concentrated will were burning within them.
He raised his fist, which was covered by a red glove, and tucked it to his side.
"I will protect this world!"
Saitama moved.
His right fist, held at his waist, shot straight out towards the indescribable darkness ahead.
Throw a punch.
That's it.
But this seemingly ordinary straight punch, which any beginner could imitate, unleashed tremendous power the moment it was thrown.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening roar erupted, and everything that stood in the way of that punch vanished like dust in a raging storm.
Where the fist strikes, all things vanish!
Only when the force of the fist completely penetrated everything in front of the fist, only when that absolute power reached a certain peak, did the belated cry of agony reverberate like the echo of someone being suddenly released after being choked!
The dark area that was originally filled with indescribable chaos and belonged to the evil god's true form now had a huge "void".
In the depths of the void, reaching the indescribable body, the previously frantically writhing shadows, eerie eyes, and blasphemous outlines have all vanished.
silence.
A deathly silence.
Huo Linfei and Angel Yan even temporarily forgot about the world background that was still slowly collapsing. Their gazes were fixed on the "hollow" in front of Saitama's fist, which looked so glaring in the endless darkness.
The attack was successful.
For the first time, the great and chaotic "voice" of the evil god's true form fell silent.
It was as if he had been completely stunned by this punch that defied common sense.
Saitama, however, felt no pride. He could sense that his opponent was incredibly tough, tougher than anyone could imagine. Although his punch had caused considerable damage, it was probably just a drop in the ocean compared to the opponent's immeasurable overall existence.
He could also feel that as his resolve to "protect this world" grew stronger, and with the unwavering conviction he displayed when he threw that punch, the seemingly limitless power within him began to rise once again.
It wasn't because of anger, it wasn't because of emotions, it was simply because I "wanted to do it," and I "did it."
"As expected, if I don't defeat you, I won't be able to protect this world."
Saitama clenched his fist. His tone was frighteningly calm, and frighteningly serious.
The next moment, he slightly bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and slowly clenched his other fist, bringing it to his waist.
"Then, take this one punch seriously and keep going."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fists, which had been held at his waist, lashed out like two unleashed, gigantic pile drivers, relentlessly striking the indescribable darkness and chaos ahead.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound lost its meaning, becoming a continuous, deafening roar, a pure shockwave vibrating through nothingness.
The movement lost its meaning, leaving only a blurry afterimage beyond the limits of vision, like a galaxy pouring down, madly cascading towards that dark existence.
Every punch is a "serious punch".
Every punch carries absolute power.
The darkness is dissipating.
Ahead of Saitama, a huge "blank area" is expanding at an astonishing rate.
In that realm, there is nothing at all—no light, no darkness, no sound, no temperature, no concepts, only the most essential emptiness.
Wherever this "void" reached, the indescribable darkness, writhing shadows, blasphemous outlines, and chaotic whispers of the evil god's true form were all frantically erased.
The evil god was astonished, incredulous, and bewildered.
This is impossible.
His thoughts were conveyed, and they were filled with incomprehension.
How could the mere power of rules so directly and brutally deny their existence?
His existence itself is nothingness, a mockery of order, and a high-dimensional concept that transcends the bottom-level rules of the vast majority of the world.
Ordinary energy attacks and rule-based attacks are like a gentle breeze to Him, having no effect whatsoever.
But the fist thrown by this human contains the most primal "force".
A force so tyrannical and unreasonable that it acts directly on "existence" itself, forcibly turning "existence" into "non-existence"!
A force that seems completely unaffected by its own "chaotic" and "incomprehensible" characteristics!
A force that seems to transcend even its concept of "chaos" in terms of "absoluteness"!
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"
Saitama's fists did not stop for a moment.
His expression remained one of intense concentration, but the flames burning in his dead fish eyes grew brighter and more intense.
With each punch he threw, and with his belief in "protecting this world" growing stronger with every swing, the power within him seemed to rise rapidly without any limit.
Each punch was heavier than the last!
Each punch is faster than the last!
Each punch is more absolute than the last!
At this moment, the battle, in a way that no one had anticipated, was pulled into its most shocking level by Saitama!
The scales of victory seemed to tip toward Saitama because of that ever-increasing belief and strength.