Chapter 194: Are You Kidding Me?!
The two strongest beings of the current era sat lazily in front of a game console, controllers in hand.
King maintained a posture of absolute ease. He didn't even bother moving his hands; he simply used his psychokinesis to manipulate the buttons of his controller via mental proxy.
Saitama, on the other hand, was ashen-faced. His hands were a blur as he mashed the buttons frantically, desperately trying to pull off a miracle play.
However, under the crushing weight of King's absolute gaming dominance, even the Bald Demon was reduced to a punching bag in the virtual world.
Watching his character slump to the floor yet again while King's health bar hadn't moved a single pixel, Saitama finally snapped.
"DAMN IT! Are you using a health hack?! Why isn't your HP dropping at all?!!"
King shrugged helplessly, his expression and tone remaining consistently indifferent.
"Don't be a sore loser, Saitama. This is pure skill. You're just such a noob that you haven't even touched the hem of my character's skirt."
Saitama: "...."
He felt a profound sense of powerlessness. He was being utterly stomped in the realm of gaming; he couldn't even land a single auto-attack on King.
But in a heartbeat, fury and indignation flooded his brain. Saitama gripped the controller again, his eyes burning with an internal fire.
"AGAIN! I refuse to believe this!!"
At this moment, veins were throbbing on Saitama's smooth head. His skin was turning a vivid, pulsing red—he had reached a state of total "Red-Hot" rage.
Round 358.
"I give up..."
Saitama collapsed onto the floor, his face pale and written with weary resignation.
He didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore. For 358 consecutive rounds, he hadn't touched King's character once. Not even a single basic hit had connected.
Solar Sperm was sweeping the floor nearby, occasionally glancing at their reactions with a look of pure shock.
Video games... do they really possess such terrifying mental destructive power...? Even that monster Baldy collapsed in agony...
Secretly, Solar Sperm made a vow: I must practice gaming in secret. One day, I will use this weapon to defeat the Baldy and reclaim my freedom!
"Saitama, a lot of time has passed. It's about time we made our move."
King patted Saitama on the shoulder, his tone casual, as if he were suggesting they go out for breakfast.
Hearing this, Saitama's motivation returned instantly. With a single spin, he completed a "one-second costume change." His white cape billowed behind him as his mustard-yellow jumpsuit hugged his muscular frame.
"Well, say no more! Let's go right now! I'm full of pent-up rage, and I've been looking for a place to vent!"
King had already discussed the plan with Saitama: they would invade the High-Dimensional Realm together to launch a counter-offensive against GOD. Saitama had readily agreed.
To fight top-tier powerhouses and potentially rediscover the joy of battle—this had been Saitama's ultimate pursuit ever since he became invincible.
Moreover, that "God" person had tried to invade Earth, which had annoyed Saitama from the start. He was more than ready to beat the deity into a pulp.
Solar Sperm, eavesdropping from the corner, felt his eyebrows twitch. A terrible premonition hit him.
Go where? Are they really going to go beat up a GOD?!
His sense of unease intensified until his primal instincts were screaming "DANGER."
Sure enough, a certain bald head turned slowly toward him. Saitama pointed a finger.
"Maybe we should bring this guy along too. It might get lonely otherwise."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!