Chapter 190: It's Super Weird, Okay?!
Solar Sperm felt his entire body lock up. He couldn't move an inch; even rolling his eyes was a luxury beyond his reach.
What the hell is going on...? Is this one of Lord King's special techniques...? It feels like time itself has ground to a total halt...
As a God-level monster, Solar Sperm's state of existence far surpassed that of regular Earthly life. He could sense the fabric of time and space; and while he couldn't manipulate them perfectly yet, he had at least reached the threshold of understanding.
Because of this, he could feel it with terrifying clarity: the time in this area was frozen.
If time was a massive, interconnected system of rotating gears, then the gears in this sector were jammed tight, unable to budge.
Relying on the sheer quality of his Divine Life-Force and concentrating all his energy into his brain, Solar Sperm managed to maintain a sliver of consciousness.
But even so, his thought process was incredibly sluggish, as if his mind were wading through thick molasses.
Just then, a loud, dissatisfied shout erupted right next to his ear:
"SERIOUSLY?! Is the Wi-Fi crapping out now?! Not at the best part!"
Within the domain of absolute stasis, Saitama remained completely unaffected. He began aggressively slapping the side of his LCD TV in frustration.
The screen was frozen on the exact moment the villain and the newly-evolved protagonist were about to initiate their final showdown.
Are you kidding me!!
Veins popped on Saitama's smooth head. This "ultimate edging" of a cliffhanger made him incredibly cranky—especially since he was finally getting into the show.
Solar Sperm watched this from his frozen perspective, his mind reeling with shock.
Saitama can ignore a time stop?! Is his state of existence really that much higher than mine?!
But then he remembered. When they fought in space, Saitama had nearly beaten the literal "God" out of him with a couple of casual swings. Thinking of it that way, this level of rule-breaking seemed almost normal for the Bald Demon.
Outside the villa, King had already witnessed everything through his divine sense. He nodded to himself.
It seems the [Time Stop Forcefield] really isn't that impressive against top-tier targets. It's useful for clearing out trash mobs or for specific utility, but it's useless against high-dimensional beings or "Cheat Codes" like Saitama.
Oh well. It's still a decent toy to have in the inventory.
Just as Saitama was about to open the back of the TV to "fix" it, the front door swung open.
King strode in, immediately spotting Saitama mid-slap.
"Yo, Saitama. Looks like you're having some technical difficulties. Need a hand?"
Saitama, who was currently a ball of stress, let out a massive sigh of relief at King's arrival.
"King! Get over here and look at this! My TV just stopped moving. Is it the internet? Is the cable dead?"
King pretended to inspect the TV for a second, then nodded with absolute certainty.
"It's a simple fix. Leave it to me."
King reached into his back pocket and clicked the "Start" button on the remote.
The Time Stop Forcefield was deactivated. The TV show immediately resumed, with the battle theme reaching a crescendo.
Saitama muttered a quick thanks and immediately flopped back down on the floor, focusing 100% of his attention on the screen.
Solar Sperm, suddenly released from the stasis, felt his entire body go limp. Cold sweat drenched his back instantly, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.
In the next heartbeat, the plate he was holding slipped through his shaking fingers.
CRASH!
The ceramic shattered into a thousand jagged shards against the kitchen tiles.
Solar Sperm: "..."
OH NO!
Having messed up so spectacularly in front of two "Monsters" of this caliber, Solar Sperm felt his life expectancy drop to zero. He expected to be vaporized at any second.
Sure enough, hearing the sharp sound of breaking pottery, Saitama peeked around the corner. Seeing the mess on the floor, his expression soured.
"Why are you so clumsy? Just leave the dishes. I'll do them myself later. Go find something else to do!"
Thank the Master for his mercy!!
Hearing that he was forgiven, Solar Sperm nearly burst into tears.
Heaven only knows how terrified he was the moment that plate hit the floor. He had been certain he was about to be turned into a red smear.
"Yes, Master Saitama! Please allow me to clear these fragments immediately so they do not soil your floor!"
Listening to Solar Sperm's rigid, overly formal response, Saitama sighed wearily.
"I've told you like ten times—stop talking like a medieval butler. It's super weird, okay?!"