Hello Everyone! This is Wayne Grant speaking. Boy, a lot of favorites and story alerts for this fanfic, eh? Thank you sooooo much. I'm sorry for being gone for a while. I was reaaaaaally busy for college, and believe me I won't be as active in the next few months or years. I really want to finish this story, and I think I will eventually, but it will take a while to get to the climax of the story (which I'm building up right now). Nevertheless, I'm releasing this chapter early because I already worked on it and I needed to make this author note as an explanation and apology. I do hope you forgive me for the next chapters. Your reviews ended up being my favorite part of the journey, and I do hope for even more reviews on this one, despite there having less action. Anyways, here it is~

000

The cool breeze of the wind flowed through the night sky and combed the grass and the leaves. Amidst the darkness of the forest, a small but unwavering light shone brightly in the clearing. The moon's gentle glare gloriously rained upon all the Earth, and struck a familiar reflective surface. Throughout nature, many substances have the ability to reflect light perfectly. This was what alchemists called luster. Examples of such objects with the property include: a few minerals, water in any state or form, and the smooth surface of some fruits. However, it is most unusual for the solemn light of a celestial body to be reflected off of the head of caped hero. Perhaps it is a miracle. Perhaps it might even be a curse. But in all aspects, there is only one truth:

It's weird as hell

The hero known as Caped Baldy exited his home with heavy steps. He placed his fists, his favored weapons, to his chiseled hips and gazed at the night sky. He heaved his breath and grunted.

"Ugh, what is going on?" he asked himself as he lowered his head and held his face with his palm.

"One disciple is enough. Why do I have to be that kid's teacher, anyway? This is far from my occupation as a hero, dammit" he said to no one in particular as he removed his palm, revealing a crumpled forehead to an otherwise completely blank expression. "Plus, I can't even shove the kid away since he's supposedly the emperor. With one order, he could probably be a pain in the ass in the future."

"Is there a problem?" A deep voice said behind him. The hero turned backwards to see the Great General of the Empire exiting his humble abode.

"Yeah, there is." Saitama said nonchalantly. "And I have to solve it while Genos is evaluating him or something."

Budo nodded. "Hmph, I am not sorry for being a disturbance, since he is our Emperor. However, I'm telling you that you need to live up to the Emperor's standards to benefit the Empire."

Saitama sighed. He didn't want to be involved with the Empire and the Revolutionary army, but it seems he keeps being pulled into it like a magnet attracted to steel. Now, he's got himself in between a rock and a hard place.

"I know that. The question is: what does he expect? I have no idea if being a hero and being an emperor is related at all. I even doubt if he knows how to be a kid."

"As a soldier acting as a simple guard of Otho, I do not have the right to interfere with what his teacher will do." Budo said in a stern manner. "Please refrain from asking me those sorts of questions."

"Oh." Saitama said as he once again stared at the star studded sky. "Ah, forget it. It'll come eventually."

"Master!" his loyal disciple's voice broke the silence of the forest. The door opened to reveal the cyborg with large cybernetic arms and an individual bordering between teenaged and child.

"What'd you find?" Saitama said. The Emperor crossed his arms and flashed a smug smile. Genos took his notebook and flipped a few pages before eventually coming to a stop.

"After a simple evaluation of his intelligence, I would conclude that the Emperor truly has intelligence greater than the average child in this world."

"Of course I have." Otho nodded. "Honest made sure I get the highest form of education fit for my status as leader. To prepare myself for the future, I had to study everything about the Empire!"

"Everything?" Saitama muttered.

"Yeah! Right now, I'm learning its history, flora, fauna, political and economic structure, as well as the territories within and beyond the Empire's borders. Such is my sacrifice for the benefit of my people."

Saitama grunted as he boringly stared at the air above him. The talk had reminded him of his past life as a student. He was completely average, sometimes below, but what made him so disinterested was how lifeless and monotonous it was. "I don't really care about educational attainment. Can we skip that part?"

"I'm sorry, master." Genos bowed apologetically. "But it was useful."

"Oh?"

Genos lowered his head. "It would seem that that's all the Emperor is knowledgeable about."

"Eh? But… I don't get this."

"He is intelligent for his age, and he does have enough social skills to spark conversations. However, he lacks the ability to feel what others feel… he lacks empathy."

"Empathy, huh." Saitama held his chin. "How'd you know?"

"I asked him a few questions and told him to answer as honest as possible. Specifically, it involved situations with his peers."

"So?"

Genos' forehead crumpled as he paused. "He… ended up answering with various methods of torture."

A drop of perspiration rolled from Saitama's temples. "He… what?"

"I did not expect someone of his age would have so much information. Moreover, he knows the cruel laws so much that he has figured out the details of the torture, from the most painful to the most graphic."

"Alright, time out." Saitama raised his hand, with his palm facing Genos. "I don't need to know that."

Saitama slammed his fist down to his hand. "So basically, you're saying that the kid's messed up, huh?"

Saitama's words began to trail off to a yawn. "Well, it's been a long night, so you've got to go."

"Huh? But I haven't learned anything yet!" Otho responded.

Saitama hummed. "You don't expect to learn just from meeting me once, do you?" he said, taking the Emperor and Budo aback. They still weren't used to the thought of someone answering the Emperor back. However, fortunately, they did not bite back.

"For now, please raise your hood, Otho." Budo said as he raised his own hood and walked forward. The Emperor did as he was told and skipped a few steps before turning to his new mentor.

"I will await more of your lessons. You better not disappoint me tomorrow!" He said with a mouth so subtly curled you wouldn't notice it.

The Master and his disciple watched on as the two guests exited their grounds. The bald one sighed.

"What a pain." He scratched his head and made his way to his home's entrance.

"Master" The disciple called out.

"What is it, Genos?" Saitama stopped his progress and looked at Genos over his shoulder. "That was tiring, huh."

Genos looked down on his feet before meeting Saitama's gaze. "What are your plans for that child?"

Saitama turned and pinched his chin and closed his eyes. "To be honest with you, this isn't really my area of expertise. You're diligent enough to be taught, but a kid? I don't know." Saitama said. Although I really don't want to teach this kid.

Then, an idea struck Saitama's mind. His lips slowly curled as a more serious expression replaced his bland expression on his face.

Heh. I got it.

"Genos"

"Yes, Master!" the cyborg replied attentively.

"As your master, I know I have given you the assignment of reaching the Top 10 of the S-class. Is that going well?"

Genos swallowed. "Since I've started my journey, I have overtaken Tanktop Master, Metal Bat, and Puri-Puri Prisoner. Right now, I have eached the 14th rank. I still have a long way to go, Master."

"It's good that you know your goals well." Saitama nodded. "But, since the Hero Association isn't here right now, I suggest you follow a new goal."

"Indeed." Genos tensed his shoulders. "Lately, I have felt that I am not making any progress as a hero. That is why I have thought of using these blades. I may not be advancing in terms of power, but it would certainly help."

"Oh, so that's why you decided to use them." Saitama said nonchalantly. "Anyways, I'm giving you a side goal for now."

"What would that be, Master."

Saitama smirked. "As the upperclassman, would you mind helping me teach that kid?"

Genos' face, usually so cool, calm, and composed, turned estatic. He hadn't realized it before since the rapid turn of events had surprised him as well, but he knew that he actually has a subordinate now. A kouhai.

And naturally, having an underclassman means he's not Saitama's only student anymore. "I see. Master is finally getting the recognition he deserves as a hero." He thought as he smirked. "Of course, Master!"

Saitama grinned rather maliciously. A burden has been lifted. "Thanks, Genos!" He gleefully said as he proceeded to the doorway, when a heavy step greeted him.

"Oi, where do you think you're going?" the blonde with blushed cheeks said.

"Uhm, I'm going home." Saitama said as if it was so very obvious, which it was.

Leone sighed. "Listen, how the hell did you come to know the Great General himself, as well as the Emperor himself!"

Saitama raised his gaze to the skies, then to the Earth, all with his mouth agape slightly. "I think they asked me to come to the palace or something. I don't remember much."

Genos looked at the woman, who stood as if she was sober. "You… weren't you drunk before Budo and Otho came?"

Leone clicked her tongue. "I still am, thank you very much, even though I'm not really smashed. It takes much more than that to get me wasted enough to send me to the dream realm."

"I see. So it was an act?"

Leone hummed her tongue as she met the Demon Cyborg's gaze. "Not really. I had my reason to gulp down the wine bottoms up."

She raised her index finger and pointed to her Imperial Relic. "Basically, thanks to the wine, I dulled my senses, which are super sensitive by the way. If I didn't, I would have tried to assassinate both of them right then and there, or I could have broken through your window right away. In any case, it would be a huge problem for all of us."

"Do you not have any control over it?"

The blonde caressed her Relic so gently. "Well, I used to in the early days. Currently though, it's slowly influencing me to the point that I'm practically a part of it."

"Interesting…" Genos said as he boldly bent his hips and looked at the Imperial Arms at a closer distance.

"Hoh~ Are you interested, Ge-no-s~" Leone teased as a smug grin filled his face.

Genos retracted. " I still could not see how these weapons activate. It is far from Dr. Kuseno's machinery, and I do not think it is something that the House of Evolution would do."

"Eeeh? So serious…" Leone, disappointed at the hero, pouted. "You're no fun, Genos!"

The cyborg ignored her.

"Anyways, I'm going to report this to Boss."

"Alright." Saitama said as he entered his home. He took a comic from his shelf and opened it to a particular page. "Hoh, it's exactly the same as the one at home. Genos really did remember them page by page"

"He… doesn't care?" Kumi muttered as both her and Leone looked with confusion.

"You're still there?" Saitama peeked from the edge of his comic book before returning to his reading. "I don't really care if you report it or something. Go ahead if you want to, I guess."

"So careless… " Kumi looked on at the bald hero with disgust. "Even when conversing with the enemy, you don't even show any hint of anger for our fallen comrades. Were you really part of Night Raid?"

"I told you, I'm not. I only lived with them for a short while… as a security guard." Saitama said with a disinterested tone. The maid looked at her superior, who raised her shoulders. "We couldn't change his mind to join us in the war against the Empire, so we thought the best bet was to have him guard HQ."

"In any case, I'm going now." Leone smiled as she waved goodbye to the group and their humble cottage.

"Oh, by the way" Leone stopped in the middle of her tracks and turned to Kumi. "Watch Saitama's words, okay? We don't want to get any secrets out, do we?" she said before running back to her own home.

"Y-Yes, big sis!" She shouted back. Whether Leone heard or not, only the goddess knows.

000

"Please take your seats." A voice rang throughout the room. A man with grayish light blond hair and a slightly bigger and rounder than average nose stood with authority behind a table long enough to cater 17 humans, likely more. He was none other than Sitch, the Minister Officer of Justice.

Two men accompanied Sitch, mainly: a bearded office worker and a bespectacled worker. The three men stood in neatly pressed suits, but Sitch seemed to hold the most authority of them.

The heavy metal doors of the Hero Association's base slid sidewards with such silence, revealing a group of humans proudly marching forward. You could say that the group was cool, or that it was odd. It was composed of thirteen eccentric individuals of various heights, body figures, and strengths.

All took their seats on the chairs surrounding the long conference table. The faint blue lights from the building's lighting fixtures as well as the technology present throughout the doors, walls, and even the table itself showed that the area's technological advancements compared to the medieval world where Saitama currently resided in.

"So? What's it about this time?" A woman said as she rested her head on hand, while her elbow rested on the table. She was certainly one of the most eye-catching ones there. In the crowd of tall, massive men stood a woman who looked like she hadn't entered puberty yet. On top of that, her curly green locks of hair and her thin and high cut dress made sure she couldn't be not spotted. Despite all this, she was the Hero Association's most trusted hero. The hero "Tornado of terror", rank second amongst the S-class, hero of Psychic power, was bored. "If it's a monster, then you shouldn't have called the useless ones. I could handle it alone."

"Tsk, the damn brat talked again. When the hell will you shut up already? Even I can take a dragon or two!" a man with black hair styled to a pompadour said. He sat arrogantly, with his feet crossed on the table and one arm wrapped below his chair's back, making his posture lean back as well. An intimidating facial expression showed on his face, and he was clad with a gakuto above a red sweater, as well as hakama pants, which made him look like a delinquent highschooler. He was the rank 15th hero "Metal Bat".

As the two pro heroes began to bicker and throw insults at one another, a voice broke "You better start the meeting. If these two waste any more time thanks to their immaturity, I would prefer to leave the place". The man had long light bond hair and a thin frame that makes him look like a beautiful guy. Clad in a flowing white cape, he is arguably the fastest hero in the Association, so much so that it looks like he's moving at the speed of light every time he kills a monster. He is the hero ranked tenth, Flashy Flash.

There were certainly other heroes in the meeting. There was a hulking man with immensely chiseled physique that reflected the light off his skin brilliantly. He was the hero "Superalloy Darkshine", who was ranked eleventh.

There was also a hero that held his hair in a topknot and was clad in a cape and a kimono. On his hips, there swayed two blades, with one with a magnificently carved hilt fit for his hero name. He was a man whose prowess in unsheathing his sword and slicing his enemies was known even in the world of sword fighting. Aged thirty seven, he is the hero "Atomic Samurai".

A munching sound can be heard from the room. It probably comes from the extremely obese man who constantly took a steamed pork bun from his paper bag and ate it whole as if it was bitesized. It was, in fact, large enough for a maximum of ten men to share. He is the hero "Pig God" of the rank of ten. Although Pig God's chewing of his food was an obvious noise present in the room, the more subtle sound of what seems like the beating of drums can be heard as well. This is, in fact, the restrained sound of reserved energy flowing through the veins of a particular individual.

Sitting amongst the S-class was a man who might as well be the most composed person in the meeting. And how could he not be? He was a man whose strength is well respected by everyone, no matter if his rank is less than theirs. Even the prideful Tatsumaki considers him most trusted compared to her incompetent allies. Of course, this is thanks to his strength that completely overwhelms his enemies the moment they start a fight. Since no one has ever seen him fight, rumors say that he has immense energy powers as well as his strength, but since his strength alone completely dominates his enemies, those rumors remain as what they were to begin with. He was none other than the noble hero himself, "KING", ranked seventh.

On the other hand, not every hero in the association were noble. There are, in fact, heroes that are actually incarcerated. Although the Hero Association gives them special leeway to act as heroes, they most often remain in jail behind bars until the emergency happens. Then, the Hero Association goes on and forces the police to temporarily allot freedom. However, that doesn't really happen when you're strong enough to break through metal reinforced walls casually. Simply put, there are prisoners who do outrageous criminal offenses, yet are still offered a spot in the Hero Association. He was one of them. He is "Puri Puri Prisoner" an S-class hero of the lowest rank of 17, and perhaps the most controversial one of all of them.

A child thought of how much the S-class heroes argue. Of course, it isn't really a good environment for a child to grow into. But he's an exception. As a prodigy at his age, he has worked under the leading engineer, Bofoi. He was the one named "Child Emperor", aged ten, ranked fifth.

Then, there was a hero of extreme eccentricity. For some reason, he chose a dog suit for a hero costume, while a blank expression showed on his face. In fact, it begs a question. Is he a human wearing a dog suit; is he a man hiding inside a real dog? Such a predicament has not been solved yet. He is the hero known as "Watchdog Man" with the rank of twelve.

Lastly, a silent hero sat on his chair and simply observed the rest. No dialogue escaped his system, except if you consider the sound of a silent engine as a language. Clouded in mystery, "Drive Knight" was his name, and his rank of ninth means he's no pushover.

Amongst them was a man of seemingly ordinary albeit chiseled physique. He had spiky black hair and wore a long beige coat. However, what made him stand out from an ordinary human were his pale skin and blood red eyes that would give anyone he met the chills. Ordinary yet different like a corpse, he was appropriately named "Zombieman" with the rank of eigth.

"Please stop bickering." Sitch calmly said. "We will now be starting the meeting, so please listen."

Although immature and hot blooded as they are, the heroes still know how to listen. The question is if they could maintain this obedience.

"Now, I have gathered you S-class heroes here for the purpose of tackling the issue: the disappearance of heroes and civilians."

"Huh? Disappearance?" the titanic shining man of dark skin tone blurted out. The prisoner, who sat beside him with his chin resting on his hands, said "Haven't you heard, Darky? Somehow, people randomly began to fade from thin air a couple of days ago. Some of my boys were even gone. Gotta tell you how much the police tried to find them, tho!"

"Hoh, so that's the reason some of my old students were suddenly gone." The samurai said as he bit a typical grass stalk with his teeth. "A bunch of their loved ones were calling me before you called me. I guess we've got to find them then."

"Indeed, the Hero Association's Communications Desk has its hands full with people from all over the cities calling for their lost relatives and friends. You're correct that it's been going on for a few days now, and up until yesterday, we never had anyone to hold responsible for the ordeal."

"Hah?" The Association's ace said in her annoying tiny voice. "What do you mean there isn't a suspect? Then what the hell's the point of meeting up!"

"That's what we thought before yesterday came." Sitch said as he tapped on the technologically advanced table. A hologram of a tanned man in a hospital gown and without one arm levitated in front of them.

"Who's this guy?" Metal bat said with one of his brows raised. "I feel like I want to bust his head open." He commented once he saw the cocky face emanating from hologram.

The Bearded man began to talk. "This man mysteriously came and, based from the security camera footage, attacked many heroes and civilians alike. We named him White Tan, with the disaster level demon. Our records say he began his crimes around a week ago, and he is currently charged with several counts of murder, rape, and the disappearance of twelve individuals, eleven of which were heroes."

"Is that the reason why we're currently incomplete?" Child Emperor said as he held his lollipop.

The bespectacled worker hummed. "Not exactly. Some of the heroes below S-class were killed, but- Oh, let me just inform you about everyone who were suddenly gone without a trace."

The worker turned to the table and slid and tapped on the glass surface. After a few motions, a list of individuals, mostly heroes along with their ranks, hero names, and pictures, materialized as a hologram in the center of the table.

"Silver Fang? Last I heard, the old man was looking for his old student." Atomic Samurai, who thought of Bang as a respected elder, said.

"Is that so? We will have that noted." Sitch said as he began to feel a knot in his throat. He loosened his tie and coughed. "But we do have an idea on where Garou is. In fact, he's the one who defeated White Tan." Sitch flicked his wrists and tapped on the table once more. The security footage of Garou's beating on Syura was shown in its full glory to the S-class, who watched with disinterest.

Metal Bat clicked his tongue. "That's gotta hurt, but I should have done that."

"Could you even damage someone with something as blunt as a bat?" Flashy Flash remarked.

"What the hell did you say, you blond ass-"

"However, currently, Garou is once again missing. Although we would like to restrain him sometime, the public's outcry on White Tan's rampage is simply overwhelming. That's why we will prioritize this mission instead." Sitch cut off Metal Bat in an attempt to stop another pointless quarrel.

"Well, that's fine and all, but have you asked where the man could have hidden the lost heroes?" Zombieman said with his cool demeanor contrasting that of the others.

"We've interviewed him. He's stated that he had sent the heroes through a portal in space-time that led to his original world. Yes, basically, we're dealing with an alien right now."

"You're talking about an alien in the sense that someone foreign, right?" Child emperor grinned.

"Y-Yes. Precisely, Child Emperor." Sitch said. He thought that he was probably trying to avoid any misunderstandings in the future, so he should just go along. After all, Child emperor is one of the most trustworthy and cooperative S-class heroes in the whole Hero Association. "However, White Tan alone isn't the main reason why the communications desk is receiving so many calls. After White Tan was incapacitated by the Hero Hunter, people began to seemingly dissipate into thin air. It would appear that not only humans were disappearing, but other mysterious beings and structures as well. Just the other day, the Z-city branch had disappeared out of thin air."

"Oh, then it's safe to say that some of the lost people were transported to the other world, correct?" Puri Puri Prisoner gleefully pointed out.

"Exactly." Sitch responded. "Metal Knight was tasked in studying the behavior of the artifact, and his experiments with it were successful."

At the mention of Metal Knight, Drive Knight's eye gleamed, although it was largely unnoticed by the heroes and the staff.

"Hoh, so Metal Knight was working on it already?" Child Emperor held a confident smile. "Well, it should be a piece of cake for someone like him."

"He has finished the experiments, and showed us the results this morning." The Bearded worker said in a serious tone. "His reports showed that everything that's from the other world would usually dissipate a few minutes after exposure to our world. Apparently, only the user can manage to teleport to and from our world. He managed to manipulate certain elements required for the artifact to operate to designate a 500 meter radius of area as an area of teleportation. He already has the coordinates to teleport you to a safe, temporary base for the mean time."

"500 meter radius- Isn't that a bit too large?" Atomic Samurai said abruptly. The bespectacled worker turned to him and said, "Metal Knight has considered this aspect as well. That's why he also managed to tear open a portal instead of an area of teleportation, since tearing a portal takes much less energy compared to the latter. However, holding a portal is immensely difficult, and he could only do so for an hour."

The bearded worker continued. "Metal Knight has also detected some sort of time dilation between our world and theirs. To be specific, a week inside their world might only be half a day in ours. That would be a great advantage to us."

"Of course, we're not going to force all of you in the operation." Sitch said. "We know the dangers of entering unfamiliar territory and facing unfamiliar opponents. It would be very problematic if something were to arise while our greatest heroes are out. If you wish to concede from the operation, you are welcome."

The room became silent. Only the buzzing sound of the servers and various equipment in the room were heard. Even Pig God's chewing became muffled, although he still ate. Of course, the silence was broken by the Hero Association's most trusted hero.

Although, not in a way they would expect.

"…"

"Let's go" the words spoken were cold, and serious; nothing like her previous behavior.

Sitch swallowed. "Please, Tornado, we must take our time while we wait for the oth-"

"What part of let's go do you not understand?" Gradually, the gravitational force in the room began to reduce. The office stationery, which rested on the tables previously, began to float in midair. Soon, even the superhumans beside the table, no matter their size and weights, levitated.

"T-Tornado?" Darkshine said with a tinge of fear in his voice.

"Crap, she's mad now" Atomic Samurai said as he tried to hold the table, which remained stationary due to its build.

The bearded worker, fearing the damage will spread through the newly constructed HA HQ, began to act. "Tornado of terror, please calm down!"

"Shut up!" The woman said with pure rage plastered on her face. "How can I even calm down with this news?"

The heroes turned to look at what the midget pointed. The list of names, still displayed in its hologram form, showed a familiar person's profile.

"B-class rank 1… She's Tornado's older- No, younger sister Blizzard of Hell!" Child Emperor thought. "She must have been the trigger of Tornado's sudden rampage"

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" Metal Bat shouted. "I haven't even decided yet, shrimp. Bring me down or I'm going to beat your head in!"

Tornado sighed as she faced the S-class heroes with immense authority. "If you're going to take the whole day to think, then I'm going to send you to space, got it?" she says before lowering down the heroes. All heroes are aware that their strengths are greater than the average person, from C-class to S-class. As saviors of humanity, of course they would have the strength to face the monstrosities that emerge from the darkest pits of Earth and the human soul. Despite the arrogance of some, they're the only ones who actually stand a chance against them in most cases. However, no matter which rank they are in, or how powerful they think they are, they know that the words of the terrible Tornado should not be taken lightly.

The heroes went silent as they thought of a decision that might risk their very lives, as well as the lives of the entire world, for if they were gone, the monsters would run rampant.

Of course, there was one man who was up for the challenge.

"I'm going!" the man with an immense physique that dominates bodybuilders said with his thumb up. "I don't know what to expect from this other world, but if they would give us a challenge, then that's great!"

Atomic Samurai chuckled. "I would have to say, I've trained with my sword so much that it would be a waste if I don't use my techniques against new foes. Let's go!"

"Uhm, you guys know that we're going to a recovery mission, right?" Child Emperor looked at them both with a rather frustrated expression. "In any case, I'm going. We might be able to get some knowledge of their world as well"

"So we're going to beat up monsters and save the civilians? I'm going to ask my sis about this…" Metal bat clicked his tongue.

"We can't just give up all the cute boys in that other world! We must save them immediately!" Puri Puri Prisoner said as he gripped his fist.

"I'm going." Flashy Flash shrugged as he avoided the gaze of his comrades.

"Sure, I'll join." Pig god said as he continued to munch on his food.

"I'm staying." Watchdog man said as he lay his chin on the desk. "I've got business in the city."

Shicchi wasn't really surprised with the hero's decline. After all, everyone could see the pattern that he doesn't really do any hero activities outside of Q city. Well, if he does, it's incredibly rare.

"I won't be going as well." Drive Knight's mechanical voice rung. "I have business to attend to, and I believe the roster of heroes is enough to take care of the problem."

He wasn't really particularly busy, however. Once he heard that Metal Knight was leading the expedition, Drive Knight knew there was another cause for the engineer to act. If he would go, he would be risking his secret abilities to the doctor.

"Ah… is that so…" a bead of sweat dripped down Sitch's temples. That's two S-class heroes…

Zombieman puffed a cloud of smoke as he lay his feet on the table. "It seems interesting. I might even learn a few things in that world. I'm going."

"That's wonderful." Sitch smiled as his gaze began scanning the table. There was now only one S-class hero who has not given his own reply. The strongest man, King, crossed his arms and gazed at the glowing table, as if in deep, serious thought. After all, the entire operation's success depends on his might.

"Well then, I'm sure even Mr. King is going!" Child Emperor pointed his finger upwards. His statement was filled with confidence and utmost trust on the hero. In fact, it was almost like he was actually acting his age. "It's simple to say that his role in going to such an alien world is incredibly vital. I'd say we'd be the safest when he's there!"

"Hoh, I agree!" Superalloy Darkshine raised his thumb up. "We don't even know what's out there, but with King by our side I'm sure this will be a success!"

The Tornado of Terror patiently waited for the other heroes' responses, but she knew she could do it all alone. However, King's response was the only one she was actually anticipating. After all, he, like her, could defeat the gravest of threats alone.

As such, the great King bundled up his thoughts and came to a thought.

"It can't be helped" King nodded, much to everyone else's appeasement.

"With that settled, I shall collect all the heroes that could help with the operation." Sitch smiled as he began to turn towards the heavy metal doors of the building. "For now, please stay within the building and await further instructions. Thank you"

The heroes now began to move to their own destinations, leaving the room barren… except for one.

The great and mighty King, with bullets of sweat rolling down his face.