Chapter 778: The Dark Matter Thieves and the Invincible Boros! The White-Black Hole
Deep within the freezing vacuum of space, a colossal battleship tore through the cosmic abyss at terrifying speeds.
Inside the vessel's sprawling command chamber, a solitary throne sat elevated above the metallic floor. A towering humanoid figure rested upon it, clad in heavy, ornate golden armor. A single, piercing eye stared out through the massive transparent viewport, gazing into the endless sea of stars.
Yet, that singular pupil held nothing but hollow apathy.
He was simply too strong. A crushing, suffocating strength that had hollowed out his very soul. He was Boros. The absolute Leader of the Dark Matter Thieves. The undisputed Overlord of the Universe. He had carved a bloody path across galaxies, crushing empires and slaughtering champions, never once tasting the bitter ash of defeat.
Forged in the merciless, apocalyptic environment of his home world, his species possessed physical capabilities that defied the laws of biology. And Boros stood at the absolute apex of his kind—a mutant among mutants. His invincibility had become a curse, an endless drought of challenge that forced him to wear heavy, energy-restricting armor just to keep his overwhelming power from destroying everything around him.
He clung to a single thread of hope: the prophecy of a great seer.
The vision had spoken of a distant, backwater planet called Earth. There, the seer promised, a warrior existed who could finally push Boros to his limits. Driven solely by the desperate need to experience the thrill of a genuine battle and cure the agonizing loneliness of his supremacy, Boros had spent twenty long years crossing the universe.
The massive engines hummed, shifting pitch as the dreadnought slowly decelerated.
A vibrant sphere of swirling blue and white clouds finally reflected in Boros's solitary eye.
"Earth..." he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the silent chamber.
The massive blast doors behind the throne hissed open.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed across the deck. Three bizarre, imposing alien lifeforms stepped into the command center.
"My Lord. We have arrived at Earth," one of them announced, their voices echoing with absolute reverence.
The trio took their positions behind the throne, bowing their heads. These were the highest-ranking combatants of the Dark Matter Thieves. Aside from the Overlord himself, they represented the absolute pinnacle of the fleet's destructive power, each possessing terrifying, unique mutations.
Melzargard stood tall, an imposing monstrosity with five distinct heads. Each head possessed its own independent consciousness, capable of splitting apart to fight autonomously. His terrifying biology allowed him to manipulate his cellular structure at will, regenerating from fatal wounds and shapeshifting his flesh into lethal weapons.
Beside him loomed Groribas, a hulking, muscular beast with thick green hide. His massive maw and twin hand-mouths dripped with acidic saliva, lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth. He was a brutal brawler, specializing in devastating physical strikes and a highly lethal corrosive breath that could melt through starship hulls.
Finally, there was Geryuganshoop, a multi-tentacled entity floating just above the deck. He proudly claimed the title of the universe's supreme psychokinetic master. His telepathic reach spanned vast distances, and his raw psychic output could manipulate gravity itself, crushing enemies with the localized pressure of a black hole.
Boros rose from his throne. The heavy golden armor clanked, the sound carrying a suffocating weight. His blood boiled with twenty years of suppressed anticipation. He opened his mouth, ready to issue the order to descend and find the prophesied warrior.
Suddenly, his single pupil contracted.
"What is that ahead?!" Geryuganshoop shrieked telepathically, his tentacles flailing in shock.
"So bright!"
"Light... It's light!" Melzargard's multiple heads roared in unison.
Before Boros could react, an intensely blinding, paradoxical flash of pure white and pitch-black light violently swallowed the entire dreadnought.
Meanwhile, on the surface.
"Emergency! An unknown white-black hole anomaly has manifested directly above Z City!" a frantic operator screamed into his headset. "According to the energy output predictions, the minimum disaster threat level is... God-level!"
The Hero Association headquarters erupted into absolute chaos, blaring the most frantic, ear-piercing alarms in its history. Red emergency lights bathed the command center in a bloody hue.
Just moments prior, deep in the exosphere above Z City, a spatial anomaly had torn open. It looked like a white hole, yet it operated with the terrifying gravitational mechanics of a black hole. It did not exhibit violent suction, nor did it devour the surrounding light. Instead, it simply hung in the void, rotating and condensing with sickening silence.
Yet, the energy readings spilling from its core shattered every known scale. If all the monsters the world had ever faced were combined into a single entity, their collective malice would still pale in comparison to the sheer, suffocating dread radiating from this anomaly.
Whether it was a freak cosmic natural disaster or the creation of an unfathomable monster, it didn't matter. The Hero Association had to neutralize it.
An emergency summons was immediately broadcast to the S-Class heroes.
Inside the secure briefing room, the massive monitors displayed the rotating cosmic anomaly. After a breathless, panicked explanation from the staff, a heavy, suffocating silence fell over the gathered elites.
A high-ranking Association executive wiped a thick layer of cold sweat from his forehead with a trembling handkerchief. "Does... doesn't anyone have anything to say?" he pleaded, his voice cracking.
"Say what exactly? I can't do a damn thing about that." Atomic Samurai leaned back in his chair, casually picking his teeth with a wooden toothpick. He chewed on the splinter, his face a mask of relaxed indifference.
Beside him, the elderly martial arts master, Bang, let out a heavy sigh, crossing his arms. "If it were a physical monster standing on solid ground, this old man wouldn't mind stretching his aching bones. But an anomaly hovering in the vacuum of outer space? I have the strength, but nowhere to plant my feet."
The rest of the table shared the exact same sentiment. Throwing martial artists and brawlers into the oxygen-deprived, zero-gravity void of space was nothing short of suicidal.
"This..." The executive stammered, completely at a loss for words.
The horrifying reality set in: against a cosmic threat, the mighty S-Class heroes were largely useless.
Even King, widely revered as the strongest man on the surface of the Earth, sat in stoic silence. His intimidating 'King Engine' rumbled loudly in the quiet room, but the executives couldn't help but wonder—he was the strongest on the surface. Could even King survive the freezing vacuum of space?
The staff frantically racked their brains. Was there anyone capable of operating outside the atmosphere?
Child Emperor, sucking on a lollipop, suddenly blinked and raised his hand. "I think there are two viable methods."
"What methods?!" The executive practically leaped over the table, his eyes wide with desperate hope. If there was a tactical genius in this room, it was undoubtedly the boy wonder.
Child Emperor extended a single, sticky finger. "First, we load a heavy-duty rocket with the absolute maximum payload of high-yield explosives and blast it directly from orbit."
The executives grimaced. Coordinating a launch of that magnitude in minutes was nearly impossible.
"Second..." Child Emperor shifted his gaze down the table, looking directly at Tatsumaki.
Tatsumaki sat floating slightly above her chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She raised a delicate green eyebrow, her expression twisting into an impatient scowl. "Brat, why the hell are you looking at me?"
Child Emperor ignored the insult, entirely focused on the logistics. "Your psychokinesis should be powerful enough to form a pressurized barrier, allowing you to survive in the vacuum of space unharmed for a short period, correct?"
According to his rapid mental calculations, her telekinetic aura could easily deflect cosmic radiation and maintain internal pressure. The only hard limit would be her oxygen supply. For a quick, devastating strike, it was tactically sound.
"Hmph. Yeah, obviously I can." Tatsumaki lifted her chin, a haughty, arrogant smirk playing on her lips. "My psychokinesis is the strongest in the world, after all. A little lack of air isn't going to kill me."
The executives' faces lit up with sheer salvation. "So, Tatsumaki—uh, Lady Tatsumaki! You should be able to fly up there and resolve that strange white hole, right?!"
Tatsumaki scoffed, opening her mouth to deliver her usual, dismissive 'it's a piece of cake' remark.
But before the words could leave her throat, the massive monitors dominating the wall flared with blinding light.
[Emergency Notification! The spatial anomaly is mutating! The white hole is changing!]
Every eye in the room snapped to the live satellite feed.
The sluggish, eerie rotation of the white hole was violently accelerating. The edges blurred into a furious, blinding vortex of pure energy.
"What the hell is going on up there?" an executive gasped.
The sheer velocity of the gathering mass made it look like a dying star moments before going supernova. The glare became as agonizingly bright as looking directly into the sun.
Just as the room braced for a catastrophic orbital explosion, the phenomenon abruptly ceased.
The blinding white light didn't just fade—it vanished in a fraction of a millisecond. No, 'vanished' was the wrong word. The entire mass of the white hole violently retracted, collapsing inward upon its own absolute center with a sickening, silent implosion.
For a brief, terrifying second, the screen showed only the empty black void of space. It was as if the apocalyptic threat had never existed.
But the blaring sirens in the command center did not stop.
[Alert! Alert! Alert! An unmatched energy reaction has materialized! Threat Level... Cannot be measured!!!]
"What?!" The executives leaped out of their chairs, their faces draining of color. "Zoom in! Reposition the satellite and magnify the feed right now!"
At the frantic command, the optical lenses in orbit rapidly adjusted, zooming deep into the coordinates where the anomaly had collapsed.
"What... in God's name is that...?"
As the image sharpened, the breath was collectively sucked from the room.
Floating in the dead vacuum of space was a figure. It was a humanoid lifeform, its entire body seemingly forged from condensed, pulsating white light. It simply stood there, defying every law of physics. They squinted, trying to comprehend the sheer impossibility of the entity.
Then, the luminous humanoid slowly opened a single, terrifying eye.
Even through the digital filter of a satellite feed thousands of miles away, the psychological impact was devastating. The S-Class heroes froze. Their breathing stopped.
The entity's gaze was dead, calm, and utterly indifferent, yet it felt as though it was staring directly through the monitor, piercing straight into their very souls across the vastness of space.
A crushing, invisible pressure slammed down on the briefing room, making the air feel as thick as lead.
In the next microsecond, the satellite feed cut to violent static. The monitors went black.
[Alert! Alert! Alert! Unknown lifeform has descended upon Z City!!!!]
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