Chapter 195: May Your Luck Hold
Solar Sperm nearly peed himself from pure terror.
He had explicitly betrayed GOD, yet he still carried a portion of His Divine Power within him. If he were dragged along to face the deity, he'd be drained dry and turned into a lobotomized husk on the spot.
"Uh... um... Lord Saitama, Lord King... surely there's no need for a weak, insignificant bug like me to tag along? I'll stay here and handle the logistics! I'll make sure the apartment is spotless for your return!"
Hearing the plea, King's gaze drifted toward Solar Sperm, his mind racing.
It was true—the monster couldn't stay on Earth.
To be fair, Solar Sperm was arguably the luckiest being in existence, having successfully "stolen" a portion of a God's essence. Because GOD's true body had been beaten back into the high-dimensional void and couldn't easily re-invade Solar Sperm's mental space, the Bald Demon was free to "visit" the monster's soul-scape whenever he liked.
This created a unique problem: GOD had the authority to reclaim the power, but lacked the proximity to do it.
However, if Solar Sperm stepped foot into the High-Dimensional Realm, he'd likely be purged the millisecond he arrived, his power becoming fuel for GOD's recovery. King wasn't about to hand the enemy a "Gift Basket of Energy," even if Solar Sperm was just a "weak" God-level entity compared to himself.
But I can't leave him here either...
Solar Sperm was "weak" only by the standards of King and Saitama. To anyone else on Earth, he was a walking apocalypse. Even Tatsumaki wouldn't survive a single serious punch from him.
With King and Saitama heading into the higher dimensions, there was no telling how long they'd be gone. If this "pet" decided to go on a rampage while the masters were away, no one on the planet could stop him.
King needed a third option: keep Solar Sperm away from both the High-Dimensional Realm and Earth.
Fortunately, King had the perfect man for the job.
A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in white-and-silver battle armor strode into the apartment. He gave the dazed Saitama a friendly wave.
"Hello, Saitama. Life treating you well lately?"
"Ah... yeah. S'alright." Saitama scratched his head, his face a perfect oval of indifference.
After the short, pointless greeting, Blast got down to business. He cast a wary, sharp glance at Solar Sperm before turning to King.
"What's the situation, King? Does this have something to do with that guy?"
The moment Blast's eyes landed on him, Solar Sperm felt like he was sitting on a bed of nails. A primal chill washed over him; the golden flames on his skin felt like they offered zero warmth against that gaze.
Oh, crap... is he going to bring up our old beef?! I'm dead! Why did I have to beat him up back then?!
Solar Sperm was panicking like a cornered rat. He had humiliated Blast on that distant planet, beaten him to the brink of death, and left him to rot as the world exploded. Now, seeing that Blast was best friends with his new Master and the terrifying King?
If Blast "filed a complaint," he was as good as dead!
Solar Sperm knew his position was precarious. He had defected to humanity, but the energy in his veins was still "Divine." If King and Saitama wanted to perform a "Security Sweep" before leaving, he'd be the first one on the chopping block.
As the panic reached its peak, a flicker of desperate rage bubbled up.
Even a rabbit bites when cornered, let alone a God-level monster!
If they're really going to delete me... if it's truly the end... then I'll fight! I'll claw for that one-in-a-million chance to escape!
Thinking this, Solar Sperm began to silently gather his power. If King or Saitama showed any sign of hostile intent, he was going to burn his life force for a maximum-velocity escape attempt.
Sensing the sudden internal energy surge, King's domineering, scarred face turned toward the monster. He stared death at Solar Sperm, his gaze heavy and solemn.
What is this guy up to...? Why is he charging his meter?
The moment King's eyes locked onto him, Solar Sperm's resolve collapsed like a house of cards. His "Fighting Spirit" withered instantly.
His instincts screamed that if he cooperated, there was a sliver of hope. If he resisted, he'd be pulverized before he could even take a step.
Fine. I give up. Beat me to death if you want, I'm done!
Solar Sperm closed his eyes in resignation, awaiting the final judgment.
King and Saitama, of course, had zero clue about the frantic internal monologue happening three feet away. They were too busy coordinating with Blast.
After a quick discussion, the three of them finalized the plan.
Saitama and King would use a spatial tunnel opened by Blast to enter the border of the High-Dimensional Realm. From there, King would use his [Dimensional Warp Gate] to pinpoint GOD's exact coordinates and perform a "Deus Ex Machina" strike right on the deity's doorstep.
As for Blast, he would stay behind with his specialized "God-Hunt" team to provide perimeter support. He would also take the "unstable factor"—Solar Sperm—and drop him off on a planet a few light-years away, picking him up only once the war was over.
"Give us some room," Blast said, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath. His eyes, visible behind his goggles, were filled with a sharp, veteran focus.
He had fought GOD for decades. Today, he felt that the long war might finally reach its conclusion.
The power of King and Saitama was beyond anything Blast had ever imagined. If they worked together, they truly had a chance to execute GOD in His own domain.
The world will finally be free.
Opening a tunnel to another world was a different beast entirely from jumping around Earth. It meant forcibly tearing through the barriers between dimensions. It would be an immense drain on Blast's reserves. Once the portal was open, Blast would likely be incapacitated for a week or two.
But if it means making that thing suffer? Totally worth it.
"HAA!!"
Blast let out a sharp cry. Spatial energy erupted from his body, swirling into a massive vortex in front of him. A blinding, ethereal blue light began to drill through the fabric of reality.
The process took nearly twenty seconds of intense concentration. Blast's face turned as pale as parchment, but finally, the silver tunnel stabilized, glowing with a magnificent, pulsing azure radiance.
The energy felt ancient, ethereal, and utterly alien.
Blast's voice carried a slight tremor of exhaustion, but he pointed firmly at the blue void.
"It's open. This is the path to the High-Dimensional Realm. Go. End this nightmare."
Saitama and King nodded in unison and began walking toward the light without looking back.
Just as they were about to be swallowed by the azure glow, Blast shouted one last time, stopping them in their tracks.
"Wait! One last thing!"
Saitama and King turned around. Blast was wearing a radiant, proud smile, and he gave them a firm thumbs-up.
"May your luck hold. Fortune in war."
"Thanks. Sounds like a good line." Saitama gave a small punch to the air, returning the smile.
King nodded, his lips curling into a confident smirk. He turned back toward the portal and waved a hand over his shoulder as he stepped in.
"I'll take you up on that."
In the next heartbeat, their silhouettes were consumed by the blue light and vanished.