One punch man crossover story 2

Story 1 will be out soon, to make it clear.

Story 2

Prologue

In the dimly lit conference room, the tension was palpable. A familiar dark figure clad in black armor stood opposite a towering, one-eyed cyborg. The air vibrated with the sound of Vader's respirator as the two schemed in hushed but fervent tones.

"We cannot let them get away with destroying Xenophilus!" Vader roared, slamming his gloved fist on the metal table, the sound echoing through the room. "We must attack again and obliterate the enemy!"

"Patience, Vader," Shockwave rebuked, his cold, mechanical voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Rashness led to our defeat before. If we act without precision, they will discover our plans and annihilate us."

Vader's piercing gaze locked onto the cyclopean visage of Shockwave. "What do you propose, then?"

Shockwave leaned forward, his single red eye glowing menacingly. "We infiltrate them from within. A covert operation to uncover their strengths, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities. We already have a secret agent within the Hero Association."

"And who is this agent?" Vader demanded, his tone edged with suspicion.

Shockwave tapped a control panel, and a hologram flickered to life, revealing an older man with a calculating expression. "Bofoi, also known as Metal Knight," Shockwave explained. "He has been operating as our sleeper agent within their ranks for years. Soon, he will reveal his true allegiance."

Vader nodded slowly, the gears of his mind turning. "And who do you suggest for the infiltration?"

The room's heavy doors slid open with a low hiss, and a figure stepped inside. Clad in dark armor, adorned with a skull-shaped crown, and wielding two menacing katanas, the newcomer exuded an aura of dread and lethal precision.

Shockwave gestured toward him. "Zarnak, the younger son of Evil Saitama, Lord Xenophilus himself. He will infiltrate the Hero Association under the guise of a hero. Once we have the information we need, we will strike."

Zarnak bowed slightly, his voice calm but chilling. "I will not fail you, Lord Vader. They will never see it coming."

Vader's respirator echoed ominously as he regarded Zarnak. "Good. The destruction of the Hero Association will be the first step in avenging Xenophilus. Do not disappoint me."

Shockwave's eye glowed brighter as he added, "The plan is already in motion. Soon, they will crumble from within."

Chapter 1: The Infiltration

The lines for the current hero exam were bustling with energy. Men and women jostled for position, each eager to prove their worth and earn the coveted title of "hero." Amidst the chaos, a dark-clad figure stood silently, his imposing presence unnoticed by the crowd.

"So, this is where you take the hero exam," Zarnak muttered under his breath, his voice low and amused. "Quite the lively place."

He waited patiently as the line shuffled forward, his piercing gaze sweeping across the hopefuls around him. Soon, it was his turn. Stepping through the main door, he approached the receptionist seated behind a desk cluttered with paperwork.

"Name?" the receptionist asked without looking up, her pen poised over the registration sheet.

"You may call me Zarnak," he replied, his voice calm.

The receptionist glanced up, her brow arching slightly. "Zarnak? An intriguing name." She scribbled it down with a small shrug.

"You may pass," she said, gesturing toward the door leading to the testing area.

"Thank you," Zarnak replied curtly, striding forward into the exam hall. The room was expansive, lined with rows of equipment and obstacle courses. 

A stern-looking instructor stepped forward, his voice booming. "Everyone, get in a line and listen up!"

The chatter ceased immediately as the hopefuls scrambled into neat rows. Zarnak joined them, standing tall and unbothered amidst the nervous energy.

"The first test is simple: running! You'll sprint 100 meters, and your time will determine your ranking for this portion of the exam," the instructor explained, his gaze sweeping over the group. "We're looking for speed, agility, and endurance. Impress us, and you'll move on to the next stage."

One by one, the applicants took their turns. Some stumbled, others ran at a respectable pace, and a few managed to draw murmurs of approval from the onlookers.

When Zarnak's turn came, he stepped onto the track, his dark armor catching the light. His presence alone silenced the room, drawing curious and skeptical glances.

"Let's see what this guy's made of," one applicant muttered.

The instructor raised a hand. "Ready… set… go!"

In a blur, Zarnak launched forward with explosive speed, his dark cape trailing behind him like a shadow. The wind whipped past his face as he pushed himself effortlessly, his feet barely touching the ground. He crossed the finish line in record time, leaving the spectators stunned.

The instructor checked the stopwatch, his eyes widening. "6.2 seconds? That's… that's faster than most S-Class heroes!"

The room erupted into murmurs of disbelief and awe.

Zarnak returned to the line, his expression calm and unreadable. "Was that sufficient?" he asked the instructor, his tone as cold as his demeanor.

"More than sufficient," the instructor managed, still staring at the stopwatch.

The next test involved lifting a weighted barbell. The applicants were instructed to lift as much as they could, with the weights increasing incrementally. Most struggled to lift the heavier loads, and only a few managed to lift the maximum of 500 kilograms.

When Zarnak approached the barbell, he didn't bother with incremental weights. Instead, he motioned for the assistants to load it with the maximum weight possible—over a ton.

"Is he serious?" one of the assistants whispered.

"He's going to embarrass himself," another applicant sneered.

But Zarnak, unbothered by the skepticism, gripped the barbell and lifted it with ease, holding it overhead as if it were weightless. The room fell silent, the sheer display of power leaving everyone speechless.

"Is this enough?" Zarnak asked, his tone as indifferent as before.

The instructor nodded dumbly, scribbling on his clipboard. "More than enough."

The final and most critical test was combat. The applicants were pitted against automated battle droids designed to simulate real combat scenarios. Each droid was programmed with advanced techniques, and defeating one was considered a significant achievement.

Zarnak's turn came, and the instructors decided to test his limits by sending three droids at once.

"Three? That's overkill," one applicant whispered.

But Zarnak didn't flinch. As the droids charged, he moved with blinding speed, his twin katanas slicing through the air. His movements were precise and deadly, each strike dismantling a droid with surgical accuracy. Within moments, all three droids lay in pieces on the ground.

The instructors stared in stunned silence before breaking into applause.

At the end of the day, the results were announced. Unsurprisingly, Zarnak ranked first in every category. The Hero Association wasted no time in offering him a position among the prestigious S-Class heroes.

"From this day forward," the lead examiner announced, "you shall be known as Shadowstrike, S-Class Rank 13!"

The room erupted into cheers, but Zarnak remained stoic. This was merely a step in his mission, a calculated move toward the ultimate goal.

The cozy but sparsely decorated apartment of Saitama and Genos buzzed with activity—or at least, Genos was busy fixing a broken microwave while Saitama lounged on the couch, flipping through channels on their tiny TV.

"Sensei," Genos said, glancing up from his repairs. "Have you heard about the new S-Class hero? He's ranked 13 and goes by the name Shadowstrike."

Saitama yawned, barely paying attention. "Shadowstrike, huh? Sounds like a try-hard name. What's his deal?"

Genos paused, a faint look of concern crossing his face. "The reports describe him as incredibly fast, strong, and skilled. He aced every test in the hero exam. His appearance, however…" Genos hesitated, pulling up a news article on his cybernetic arm's built-in display.

Saitama glanced at the screen and immediately frowned. The image of Shadowstrike—dark armor, menacing skull motif, and twin katanas—struck a familiar chord.

"Wait a second," Saitama said, sitting up. "That guy looks… a lot like Evil Saitama. You know, that overpowered clone I punched out during the monster association raid."

Genos nodded solemnly. "I thought the same thing, Sensei. His appearance and demeanor are eerily similar."

Saitama scratched his head, leaning back on the couch. "Well, if he's anything like that guy, he's gonna be a pain in the butt. Let's just hope he's not as annoying."

Zarnak stepped into the Hero Association's grand conference room, his dark boots echoing ominously against the polished floor. Around the circular table sat the remaining S-Class heroes, their eyes immediately locking onto the newcomer.

"Who's the goth samurai?" Child Emperor whispered to Puri-Puri Prisoner, who shrugged.

Metal Bat, leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow. "You're the guy who crushed the hero exam, huh? What's with the creepy outfit? You trying to scare people or something?"

"I do not concern myself with appearances," Zarnak replied, his voice calm and cold. "Only results."

"Edgy," King muttered under his breath, nervously glancing away.

Tatsumaki, floating cross-legged in her chair, narrowed her eyes at Zarnak. "You're new, so let me make one thing clear. Don't get in my way, and maybe I won't crush you like a tin can."

Zarnak's gaze flickered to her, unreadable beneath his dark mask. "Noted," he said simply, his tone devoid of emotion.

Before more could be said, Sitch entered the room, his expression grave. "Heroes, we've detected a new Dragon-Level threat in Z City. Reports indicate it's a massive monster wreaking havoc. This one is not to be taken lightly."

Sitch's eyes turned to Zarnak. "Shadowstrike, as part of your initiation, you'll join Tornado of Terror on this mission. If you succeed in eliminating the threat, you'll be promoted to S-Class Rank 3. With Silverfang's passing during the Monster Association raid, we need someone to step into his shoes."

The room fell silent, the weight of Sitch's words lingering.

Zarnak gave a curt nod. "Understood."

Tatsumaki and Zarnak arrived in Z City, greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Buildings lay in ruins, smoke billowed into the sky, and the monstrous roar of the Dragon-Level threat echoed through the streets.

The creature was a massive, grotesque amalgamation of scales and tendrils, its sheer size dwarfing the surrounding skyscrapers. Civilians screamed as they fled, while the few heroes on-site struggled to hold the beast at bay.

"Stay out of my way," Tatsumaki snapped, her psychic aura flaring as she launched a barrage of debris at the monster.

Zarnak didn't respond. Instead, he drew his twin katanas and moved with lightning speed, closing the gap between himself and the beast. With precision and brutality, he hacked through its limbs, dark ichor spraying across the battlefield.

The creature roared in pain, its massive body thrashing wildly. But Zarnak was relentless, his strikes calculated and devastating. The monster soon laid on the ground, its limbs and guts splattered everywhere in a gruesome red.

As Zarnak sheathed his katanas, Tatsumaki hovered nearby, her usually confident expression replaced with one of shock.

"That… was unnecessary," she muttered, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Zarnak turned to her, his dark armor splattered with blood. "Unnecessary? This thing would have killed thousands if I hadn't acted swiftly. Are you scared of a little blood, Tornado of Terror?"

Tatsumaki's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone."

He smirked beneath his mask. "Coming from someone who twisted Psykos and Orochi into an unrecognizable heap during the Monster Association raid, I find your outrage amusing."

Her expression shifted to surprise. "How do you know about that?"

"Let's just say I've done my research," Zarnak replied cryptically, turning away. "Now, let's return to base. This mission is over."

Upon their return, the Hero Association committee greeted Zarnak with applause and accolades. Sitch stepped forward, his expression one of approval.

"Shadowstrike, your performance today was exceptional. Effective immediately, you are promoted to S-Class Rank 3. Congratulations."

Zarnak accepted the promotion with a simple nod, ignoring the applause around him. This was merely a stepping stone in his grander plan.

Later that night, Zarnak returned to his hidden underground base. The dimly lit chamber was filled with advanced equipment, stolen Hero Association data, and a communication terminal.

The terminal flickered to life, revealing Shockwave's face.

"Report," Shockwave commanded.

Zarnak removed his helmet, revealing cold, calculating eyes. "The mission was a success. I've gained their trust and secured a high-ranking position. Soon, we'll have all the intel we need."

Shockwave nodded. "Excellent. Continue to observe and infiltrate. The Hero Association's days are numbered."

Zarnak smirked. "They won't know what hit them."

Shockwave stared at Zarnak sternly. "Do not let your grudges with the heroes cloud your judgement, however. You must be cautious with your steps. One leak of your true intentions, and you jeopardise the whole mission to achieve vengence".

Understood, Shockwave, Zarnak said, bowing down, as the transmission ended.

"Father, you shall return, and when you do.... They shall pay with blood" Zarnak snarled silently, as he vanished into the shadows.

Chapter 2 (The visit)

Meanwhile...

In the dirty and unkempt apartment of Saitama, a peculiar cyborg was sweeping diligently, his metallic arms moving swiftly across the floor.

"You done yet, Genos? I want a bowl of ramen!" Saitama's voice called out lazily from the couch.

"Almost done, Sensei!" Genos replied, sweeping hastily. However, he stopped when the doorbell rang.

"I wonder who it could be," Genos thought aloud and walked over to open the door, revealing Tatsumaki standing there with a serious and urgent expression.

"Tatsumaki? What brings you here?" Genos asked in his usual monotone voice.

"I need to talk with you and Baldy. Alone." Tatsumaki's piercing gaze darted past him into the apartment. "It's about Zarnak, the new S-Class hero."

"Suspicious of him already? Can't say I'm surprised. You always had a sharp eye," Genos teased lightly.

"Yeah, yeah, quit standing there and get Baldy over here already," Tatsumaki huffed, pushing past Genos and stepping inside.

"Yes, of course," Genos said obediently. He headed into the living room, where Saitama was lounging, staring at the TV and munching on chips.

"Sensei, Tornado is here, and she wishes to speak to us about something… urgent," Genos explained.

"Alright, just give me a minute," Saitama said, finishing off the bag of chips. He turned off the television, stretched, and followed Genos into the dining room, where Tatsumaki sat impatiently.

"What took you so long, Baldy?" Tatsumaki snapped, crossing her arms.

"Uh, I was just watching TV, but I'm here now, so what's the big deal?"

"Ugh, you're impossible," Tatsumaki groaned, shaking her head. "Let's focus on the main issue."

"It's about that new, weird-looking S-Class dude, right?" Saitama asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Yes…" Tatsumaki muttered, her tone lowering. "I was sent on a mission with him yesterday, and… it didn't turn out pretty for me."

"What's got you so tense? You're used to taking down monsters left and right," Saitama asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Yeah, this is unusual," Genos added. "You're not someone who gets shaken up easily, Tatsumaki."

"I know how I crush monsters into pulps with my psychic powers, okay!" Tatsumaki shot back. "But this is different. He butchered the monster without mercy. No hesitation, no emotion. It was a Dragon-Level threat, and he handled it like he was swatting a fly."

"Sounds like me when I deal with monsters," Genos said matter-of-factly.

"You're not taking this seriously, Demon Cyborg!" Tatsumaki shouted, her frustration boiling over. "There's something off about him. He radiates the same malice and power as that Evil Saitama you fought during the Monster Association raid!"

"Hmm… He does look a bit similar," Saitama admitted, thinking back. "But maybe it's just a coincidence. Who knows?"

"Whatever. We need to keep an eye on him, just in case," Tatsumaki insisted. "I already told Fubuki to steer clear of him. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Yoo! What are ya talking about here?" a voice called out from the doorway. The three heroes turned their heads to see King standing there, holding a shopping bag.

"Uh… we were just talking about the new hero," Saitama said casually.

"Oh, Shadowstrike? He may look edgy, but he's definitely strong. Maybe even stronger than you, Tatsumaki," King said with an innocent shrug.

Tatsumaki's eye twitched. "Stronger than me?!"

"Yeah, you should've seen how easily he handled that Dragon-Level threat yesterday. Pretty impressive, if you ask me," King added.

The room went silent for a moment as the three heroes exchanged uneasy glances. Before anyone could respond, King grinned sheepishly and said, "Oh, by the way, I kinda invited him over for a visit."

"You what?!" Tatsumaki screeched, standing up abruptly.

As if on cue, a sharp knock came at the door. Genos moved to open it, revealing none other than Zarnak, standing tall and imposing, his crimson eyes glowing faintly under his hood.

"Hello," Zarnak said, his voice calm but carrying an air of cold authority. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"You…" Tatsumaki hissed, her fists clenched tightly.

Saitama, on the other hand, blinked at Zarnak's entrance and muttered under his breath, "Yeah, he really does look like Evil Me…"

"Relax, Tatsumaki. He's here as a guest," King said, trying to defuse the tension.

"Yeah, let's all just chill and… uh… talk things out," Saitama suggested, gesturing to the couch.

Zarnak stepped inside, his eyes briefly scanning the room. "I appreciate the hospitality," he said, his voice as calm as ever.

As Zarnak sat down, Tatsumaki glared at him from across the room, her mistrust palpable. "This is going to be interesting," Saitama whispered to himself.

Chapter 3: Zarnak's Obsessive Habits

"So… you're Saitama, right? How does a hero so dumb-looking—with an egghead, no less—defeat Evil Saitama? It's just… out of the ordinary, don't you think?" Zarnak asked, his tone laced with mock friendliness as he observed Saitama.

"Well, he was pretty strong," Saitama admitted nonchalantly. "But I'm a hero, and the bad guy always loses, right? For the safety of the city."

"Yes, yes, you're quite right," Zarnak replied, his smile tightening. Behind his back, his fists clenched as he suppressed the fury simmering inside. This unassuming fool, this bald idiot, had been the one to destroy his father—Lord Xenophilus.

The hatred churned within him, a storm barely contained. I'll make him pay. But not yet. Not here. Not now.

"Would you like a tour of the apartment, Zarnak?" Genos offered politely, unaware of the storm beneath Zarnak's calm exterior.

"Yes, thank you, Demon Cyborg," Zarnak said, nodding curtly and casting a final glance at Saitama before following Genos.

As Genos showed him around, Zarnak feigned interest, his crimson eyes scanning the modest space. "Your apartment is… interesting," Zarnak remarked with feigned politeness.

"Thank you," Genos replied curtly, his tone neutral.

"But it must be hard to live with an idiot like your master, don't you agree?" Zarnak said with a bitter edge, looming over Genos.

"My master is no idiot. He is the strongest and wisest hero alive, and I will incinerate you if you continue disrespecting him," Genos said coldly. "He is a true hero."

"You wound me, Demon Cyborg!" Zarnak replied with mock hurt. "I was merely offering some friendly advice. Saitama just uses you for housework. Do you think that's fair?"

"I am his disciple. I do everything my master asks, no matter the task," Genos replied sternly.

"Such dedication. Truly admirable," Zarnak mused, his tone dripping with mock awe. "You'd even die for him, I assume?"

"Yes, if it came to that."

Zarnak smirked. "How… noble. But as for being comrades, I'll let you decide when you truly know me."

"I'll trust you when I'm sure you won't harm anyone," Genos replied firmly.

"Of course, I wouldn't hurt anyone," Zarnak said with a smirk. Then, under his breath, he muttered, "Not yet, anyway."

Before Genos could respond, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Genos said, moving to the door. He opened it to see Fubuki standing there, her usual calm demeanor faltering slightly.

"Hello, Genos. I just… came to see what Saitama was doing," Fubuki explained. Her words faltered as her gaze shifted behind Genos to Zarnak, who loomed in the doorway.

"Is that… Shadowstrike? The one my sister warned me about?" Fubuki asked, her voice tinged with unease.

Zarnak stepped forward, a disarming smile spreading across his face. "Don't worry, little one," he said, his tone smooth. "I just wanted to welcome you." His crimson eyes scanned her appraisingly. "You're quite… pretty," he added, reaching out to trace her cheek with a finger.

Fubuki froze, her breath hitching at the unwelcome touch. "What are you—"

Before she could finish, Zarnak leaned in and pressed a rough kiss to her lips.

Fubuki spluttered in shock, shoving him back with a surge of psychic energy. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she demanded, wiping her mouth in disgust.

"Stay away from her!" Tatsumaki's voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a knife. She floated into the room, her eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can just lay a hand on my little sister and get away with it?"

Zarnak straightened, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "It was just a compliment… and a gesture of admiration."

"Admiration, my ass!" Tatsumaki snapped, the air around her crackling with psychic energy. "Touch her again, and I'll make sure you regret it."

Zarnak chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up."

Tatsumaki ignored him, rushing to Fubuki's side. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder.

Fubuki nodded, though her hands were still trembling. "Yeah… I'm fine. Just caught me off guard."

Tatsumaki's expression softened as she pulled Fubuki into a protective hug. "Don't worry, I won't let him near you again," she said, her voice firm but gentle.

The tension from earlier gradually subsided as the group gathered around the table, a steaming hotpot set in the center. The rich aroma of broth and simmering vegetables filled the room, momentarily distracting everyone from the uncomfortable encounter with Zarnak.

Saitama sat lazily, holding his chopsticks, while Genos meticulously served portions into bowls. Tatsumaki was still seated close to Fubuki, shooting occasional glares at Zarnak, who, despite his earlier behavior, was acting as though nothing had happened.

"This is actually pretty good," Saitama mumbled, slurping his noodles. "Genos, you're getting better at this cooking thing."

"Thank you, Master," Genos said, his expression stoic as always.

Fubuki remained quiet, stirring her bowl absently. Her usual composure had been shaken, and her gaze flickered nervously toward Zarnak, who sat across the table, watching her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

Zarnak smirked, raising his glass of tea as if in a toast. "This is quite the domestic scene, isn't it? A band of heroes coming together for a simple hotpot. Very… quaint."

"Shut it," Tatsumaki snapped, glaring at him. "Just eat and leave already."

Zarnak chuckled but said nothing, savoring the meal in deliberate silence. His crimson eyes lingered on Fubuki, his gaze predatory, sending an unspoken message that made her grip her chopsticks tightly. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on the meal.

As the hotpot was finally emptied, Zarnak stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his cape. "Well, this has been… entertaining," he said, his tone dripping with false politeness. "But I suppose I should take my leave."

Before anyone could respond, Zarnak leaned toward Fubuki, catching her completely off guard. "Until next time, my dear," he murmured, pressing another rough kiss to her lips.

Fubuki recoiled in disgust, slapping him away. "Get away from me!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger and humiliation.

"You slimy creep!" Tatsumaki yelled, her psychic energy crackling to life. She rose from her seat, floating toward him with murder in her eyes. "I told you to stay away from her! Get out, now!"

Zarnak raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk never wavering. "Relax, Tornado. You're quite adorable when you're angry, you know."

"OUT!" Tatsumaki bellowed, her psychic energy sending a gust through the room.

Zarnak chuckled as he turned to leave, pausing at the door to glance back. "It's cute how protective you are of your little sister," he said mockingly, blowing a kiss in Tatsumaki's direction. "Until next time, ladies and gentlemen."

The door closed behind him, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

"That guy's a total creep," Fubuki muttered, rubbing her arms.

Tatsumaki floated back to her seat, crossing her arms and fuming. "If he ever comes near you again, I'll crush him into dust."

Breaking the silence, Saitama yawned, scratching the back of his head. "Well… that was an interesting night," he said nonchalantly. "Maybe we should invite him again next time."

Tatsumaki whipped her head toward him, her jaw dropping in indignation. "Are you kidding me?! Invite him again? Are you out of your bald mind?!"

Saitama shrugged, unfazed. "I mean, the guy's weird, but the hotpot was pretty good, right?"

Tatsumaki stared at him in utter disbelief, her psychic energy flaring up again. "You're an idiot!"

Genos, ever the dutiful disciple, nodded. "I must agree with Lady Tatsumaki, Master. Inviting him again would be unwise."

Saitama sighed. "Fine, fine. No need to get so worked up." He stood up and stretched. "Anyway, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

As Saitama wandered off, Tatsumaki turned to Fubuki, her expression softening. "Are you okay?"

Fubuki nodded hesitantly. "Yeah… thanks, Sis."

Tatsumaki patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I've got your back."

Despite the reassurance, Fubuki couldn't shake the lingering unease. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this wouldn't be the last time they'd have to deal with Zarnak.

Chapter 4: Sisterly Bonding

"Fubuki, are you alright?" Tatsumaki asked softly, concern etched on her usually confident face. The room was quiet now, the others having long gone to bed. Only the two sisters remained, the dim light casting a warm glow over their figures.

"Huh? I-I'm fine, Onee-san," Fubuki replied quickly, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her confidence.

Tatsumaki sighed, her sharp emerald eyes narrowing in frustration. "You're worried about Zarnak, aren't you? Dang it… I should've thrown that creep out the second he stepped out of line," she muttered, her fists clenching tightly at her sides.

"Tatsu-chan…" Fubuki's voice wavered as she hesitated. "Can I… can I sleep with you tonight? I don't think I want to be alone," she admitted, wrapping her arms around her older sister for comfort.

Tatsumaki's stern expression softened instantly. "Of course you can," she said with a tender smile, pulling Fubuki into a warm embrace. "That's what big sisters are for."

"Thank you, Onee-san," Fubuki murmured, resting her head against Tatsumaki's chest and listening to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat. The steady sound calmed her nerves as Tatsumaki guided her toward the bed.

Tatsumaki laid Fubuki down with surprising gentleness, her movements almost maternal as she adjusted the blanket around her. "You're always so protective and caring of me, you know," Fubuki said quietly, her emerald eyes looking up at her sister with adoration. "I couldn't have asked for a better older sister."

"And I couldn't have asked for a better little sister—so cute and strong at the same time," Tatsumaki teased, leaning down to press a light kiss on the tip of Fubuki's nose.

"Tatsu, stop that!" Fubuki giggled, playfully swatting at her sister. But her laughter quickly faded into a more thoughtful tone. "Seriously, though… you think I'm strong? I'm nothing compared to you."

Tatsumaki shook her head, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Fubuki's face. "You don't have to be at my level to be strong. You're strong in your own way. You're a good leader for your Blizzard Group, even if I think you rely on them a little too much sometimes."

Fubuki nodded, her expression contemplative. "I'll try to be more independent next time," she said softly, leaning closer to rest her head against Tatsumaki's shoulder. She inhaled the faint, familiar scent of her sister, finding comfort in it.

"Sleep tight, little one," Tatsumaki whispered, wrapping the blanket securely around both of them. Her hand gently stroked a strand of hair from Fubuki's forehead, her emerald eyes filled with warmth. "I love you, little sis."

"I love you too, Tat-chan," Fubuki murmured sleepily, her voice barely audible as she buried her face into Tatsumaki's chest. The steady rise and fall of her sister's breathing lulled her into a peaceful slumber, the worries of the day melting away in the embrace of the one person she could always count on.

The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. Tatsumaki stirred first, her emerald eyes blinking awake. She glanced down to find Fubuki still curled up beside her, sleeping soundly. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she carefully slid out of bed, doing her best not to wake her sister.

"She must've been so exhausted," Tatsumaki murmured to herself, brushing a strand of hair from Fubuki's face before heading to the small kitchen.

Opening the fridge, Tatsumaki frowned at its sparse contents. "Does this guy survive on just eggs and instant noodles?" she muttered, pulling out what little there was. Despite the lack of variety, she managed to whip up a simple breakfast.

The smell of omelets and toast wafted through the air, waking Fubuki. She shuffled out of the room, rubbing her eyes.

"Onee-san, you didn't have to do this," Fubuki said, touched by the sight of breakfast waiting for her.

"Don't be ridiculous. Sit down and eat," Tatsumaki replied, gesturing to the table as she took her seat.

The two enjoyed their meal quietly, the simple act of eating together easing the tension from the previous night. After cleaning up, they packed their things and prepared to leave Saitama's apartment.

At the door, Saitama emerged, yawning as he stretched. "Heading out already?" he asked lazily.

"Yeah. Thanks for letting us crash here," Tatsumaki replied, her tone a mix of gratitude and lingering annoyance.

"Anytime," Saitama said casually, then added, "Oh, and if Zarnak shows up again, let me know. He's kind of interesting."

Tatsumaki stared at him in disbelief. "Interesting? That guy's a creep!"

Saitama shrugged. "Still, it made the night... eventful."

Fubuki tugged at Tatsumaki's sleeve, cutting off her sister's growing rant. "Let's just go, Onee-san."

Once outside, the crisp morning air greeted them, lifting their spirits. "How about we go shopping?" Fubuki suggested, her face lighting up with a hopeful smile.

"Fine, but I'm paying for everything," Tatsumaki declared.

"Onee-san, you don't have to—"

"No arguing," Tatsumaki cut in, her tone firm.

The sisters headed to a bustling shopping district, weaving through crowds and stopping at various boutiques. Fubuki admired elegant dresses while Tatsumaki stayed close, watching over her with a protective gaze.

"Try this one," Tatsumaki said, holding up a green dress. "It matches your eyes."

Fubuki blushed faintly but took the dress. "Thanks, Onee-san."

Just as they were about to check out, a deafening roar echoed through the street. People screamed and scattered as a massive, grotesque monster appeared, towering over the shops. Its spiked body and glowing red eyes exuded an overwhelming aura of danger.

"Ugh. Right when we were having a nice day," Tatsumaki muttered, her expression darkening.

"Let's handle this quickly," Fubuki said, her psychic energy crackling to life.

Before they could act, a shadow darted through the chaos. Zarnak appeared, his black armor gleaming ominously. Without hesitation, he unsheathed his twin katanas and charged at the monster.

"Zarnak," Tatsumaki growled under her breath, her fists tightening.

Zarnak moved with unnatural speed, his movements graceful yet deadly. His katanas cut through the monster's thick hide with ease, leaving glowing trails behind. The creature roared in agony, but Zarnak gave no quarter. With two final strikes, he cleaved it in half, its massive body collapsing with a ground-shaking thud.

"Pathetic," Zarnak muttered, flicking the blood from his blades before sheathing them.

He turned toward the sisters, his piercing red eyes locking onto Fubuki. A smirk spread across his face as he approached them.

"Ah, Fubuki," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with mockery. "It seems I've saved the day again. Impressed?"

Fubuki took a step back, her confidence wavering. "We didn't need your help," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

Tatsumaki floated forward, placing herself between Zarnak and her sister. Her energy crackled dangerously. "Stay away from her," she snapped.

Zarnak chuckled, clearly unfazed. "How cute. The protective older sister." He leaned slightly closer, his smirk widening. "You've got nothing to worry about... for now."

Tatsumaki's energy flared, but before she could strike, Zarnak stepped back with a mocking bow. "Until next time," he said, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he had arrived.

Tatsumaki's fists trembled with barely restrained fury. "That guy is seriously testing my patience," she muttered.

Fubuki placed a gentle hand on her sister's arm. "Thank you, Onee-san. You always protect me."

Tatsumaki softened, sighing deeply. "Let's just get out of here. The day's been ruined enough."

As they walked away, Tatsumaki made a silent vow. The next time Zarnak crossed their path, she wouldn't let him walk away so easily.

Nine hours later, under the shroud of night, Fubuki lay curled up in bed, the events of the day still lingering in her mind. After bidding her sister goodnight, she tried to let the comforting silence of the night lull her to sleep.

But no matter how hard she tried, an uneasy feeling gnawed at her. It felt as if unseen eyes were watching her from the darkness.

Maybe I should've asked Tatsumaki to stay with me tonight, Fubuki thought, glancing around her dimly lit room. The shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally, their shapes almost alive.

"Fubuki..."

A chilling whisper echoed through the room, sending shivers down her spine.

"What—who's there?!" Fubuki yelled, her voice trembling as she sat up.

Suddenly, an icy touch ran up her right thigh. Her heart froze in terror as she looked down to see a pale, gloved hand gripping her leg.

"Tatsu—" she began to scream, only for another hand to clamp over her mouth, silencing her.

"Now, now, my dear," a low, sinister voice cooed, mockingly gentle. "We wouldn't want to wake the house, would we?"

Fubuki's wide, horrified eyes darted upward, meeting the piercing red gaze of Zarnak. He was looming over her, his shadow blending seamlessly into the room's darkness.

"How—how did you get into my room?" Fubuki managed to ask, her voice muffled against his cold, unyielding hand.

Zarnak chuckled, the sound sending a chill through her bones. "Let's just say, I have... my ways."

"What do you want from me?" Fubuki demanded, her voice shaking but filled with defiance.

"What I want?" Zarnak's lips curled into a twisted smile. "I want you." He leaned closer, his presence suffocating. "You and I, Fubuki, are not so different. Both overshadowed by siblings. Both forced to stand in their light while they bask in glory."

Fubuki's brows furrowed in confusion. "You... you have a sibling?"

Zarnak's smile faded, replaced by a venomous sneer. "Yes. My elder brother, Genocide. The favorite. The one who could do no wrong in our father's eyes. Always praised. Always adored." His voice dripped with malice. "If I could, I would kill him without hesitation."

Fubuki's fear gave way to anger. "Yes, I've felt overshadowed by Tatsumaki. But that's why I formed my group, why I've worked so hard to prove myself. Even with my frustrations, I still love her. She's my sister, and nothing will change that."

Zarnak's eyes narrowed as Fubuki straightened, meeting his gaze with steely determination.

"If you think you can manipulate me into turning against her, you're wrong," Fubuki declared, her voice steady. "I'll protect her with everything I have. I'd even die for her if I had to."

"You still love her, even after the pain she's caused you?" Zarnak hissed, his tone laced with disbelief and contempt. "After she's made you feel weak?"

"Yes," Fubuki said firmly.

Zarnak's grin returned, darker and more menacing. Before she could react, he vanished and reappeared behind her in an instant, his cold breath brushing against her ear.

"Such loyalty," he murmured mockingly. "But it's wasted." His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "I'll make you see things my way, whether you like it or not. And when I do... you'll be mine."

Fubuki shivered as he pulled away, his form dissolving into the shadows. A soft rustle signaled his exit through the window, leaving her trembling in the silence of the night.

Clutching her blanket, Fubuki's resolve only grew stronger. She would tell Tatsumaki everything in the morning. Whatever Zarnak's twisted intentions were, she wasn't going to face them alone.

Chapter 5

The heavy metal door slammed shut, echoing the storm raging within Zarnak. He threw himself into his worn chair, the cheap fabric creaking under his weight. "How dare she refuse me?" he seethed, his fist impacting the wall with a dull thud. His gaze locked onto Fubuki's image projected onto his monitor, a possessive hunger burning in his eyes. He replayed the phantom sensations in his mind: the imagined yielding of her form, the soft gasps he'd force from her lips, the tender curves he'd claim as his own. He envisioned her terror as he would enact the final stage of his plan, ending her sister's life so that she will be his forever. The clock was ticking down to his victory.

Suddenly, a sharp beep broke through his dark reverie. A transmission request flashed on the screen. Zarnak accepted, and the holographic image of Bofoi, the enigmatic Metal Knight, materialized before him.

"Lord Zarnak," Bofoi's voice was flat and mechanical, his image looking down at Zarnak, who was kneeling before him. The room around Zarnak was a macabre display of his cruelty: flickering lights cast long shadows over the dried blood and dismembered remains of his victims. A grotesque skeleton of a monster was mounted on the wall, a testament to his depravity.

"Is the body nearing completion?" Zarnak hissed, his eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Yes, another 3 days and the vessel for your father's soul will be ready," Bofoi responded with cold efficiency.

"You better be certain, Bofoi. My patience runs thin," Zarnak growled, his hand clenching into a fist.

"I am the foremost scientific mind in Z-City," Bofoi asserted, stroking his stark white beard. "My words hold truth. You can trust this."

Bofoi continued, his tone shifting to a note of warning. "And I have also learned that your brother, Genocide, is en route to this city, too."

Zarnak's eyebrow quirked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "What brings him here?"

"He is here, by orders of Shockwave, to monitor your progress," Bofoi explained. "He will arrive in two weeks and 24 hours. You two will work together, eliminating any obstacle to our mission."

"Wonderful," Zarnak said sarcastically, his voice dripping with disdain. "My arrogant, self-righteous brother comes to further humiliate me."

"He also instructed me to warn you regarding your obsession with the esper, he warns," Bofoi said, an image of Zarnak talking with Fubuki showing up on the screen.

Zarnak laughed, a dry and unsettling sound. "She is like a mirror of myself. With the correct approach, I can bend her to my will. Her powers will make her the perfect accomplice."

"I hope so, Zarnak, for your obsessions risk the success of this mission," Bofoi cautioned, his voice devoid of emotion.

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was being silently recorded. A solitary figure, the cyborg Genos, listened intently, his internal processors analyzing every word.

"So, I was correct," Genos thought, his metallic voice low and grave. "Zarnak is a secret agent, and Bofoi is a traitor, leaking information to the enemy."

Images of his encounter with Drive Knight flashed through his mind – the cryptic warning: "Genos… Metal Knight is your enemy."

His suspicions now confirmed, Genos attempted to transmit the recording to the Hero Association, but an invisible force, a digital blockade, prevented him.

"What is happening?" Genos thought desperately, and continued to try sending it, only to be constantly blocked.

"Well, well, well! What do we have here?" Zarnak's taunting voice echoed through the room. His dark figure emerging from the shadows, his eyes reflecting the flickering lights with a dangerous gleam.

"How did you detect me?" Genos asked, his hand instinctively raising to his incinerator cannons.

"I have heightened senses that you couldn't comprehend," Zarnak replied with a mocking smile. "And now I have to eliminate you for listening in on my private conversation with Bofoi."

"I will not go down easily!" Genos declared, his voice a mix of rage and resolve as he charged up his cannons.

"Wait," Bofoi's voice interjected over the transmission. "He should be spared for experimentation. He would make an exceptional combat cyborg, completely under our control."

"That is a fantastic idea," Zarnak said, his expression a mix of disappointment and agreement. "Very well, Demon Cyborg, it seems your demise is delayed."

"You will not-" Genos began, his words cut short as Zarnak's fist connected with his jaw, sending him tumbling into unconsciousness.

Two of Bofoi's robotic drones entered the room and dragged Genos away.

"Bring him to the lab," Bofoi commanded the robots, before severing the transmission.

Zarnak returned to his chair, his gaze once again fixed on Fubuki's image on the monitor. A twisted smile played on his lips.

"Soon, Xenophilus will be revived, and you will be mine. Neither your wretched sister will be able to save you when that time comes, Fubuki." A maniacal laughter broke out, echoing throughout his lair. The shadows seemed to deepen, swallowing him and his twisted desires.

Chapter 6

Genocide's arrival

The hero Lightning Max was fighting a Tiger level Monster but found himself getting overpowered by the monster's relentless blows and viciousness.

You are nothing against me, puny human, The monster laughed, as he smacked Max against a wall, with his huge fist.

Max looked up at the monster, blood dripping down his mouth, as it loomed over him.

The monster's roar of triumph became a cry of agony as a massive, dark ship smashed from the sky, crushing him into oblivion. Dust and debris swirled in the air, obscuring the source of this unexpected intervention. As the dust settled, a door hissed open, revealing a figure of terrifying presence. He was tall, hulking, clad in dark armor, dragging a menacing battle axe behind him. He radiated an aura of raw power, a tangible sense of dread that seemed to suffocate the very air.

"Who?" Max asked weakly, as the door opened. A tall and hulking dark figure walked out of the ship, dragging a long and dark battle axe.

"Well, what do we have here?" The figure mockingly asked, as he grasped Max's neck and lifted him up with unrelenting strength.

"Monster?" Max weakly gasped, punching at the figure's armour in desperation.

"No… I am Genocide! The Harbinger of Destruction. Older brother of Xenophilus, The might of darkness. It's why they call me Genocide!" The figure said in a menacing tone.

"Oh, Brother you made it", a voice called out, as the tall sleek figure of Zarnak stepped out of the shadow.

"S class ranked 3? Thanks goodness!" Max said relieved, not knowing what was about to happen.

"Oh, I am afraid you are mistaken, Genocide let out a guttural laugh, drool dripping down his mouth. He's here to welcome me into this pathetic world, not save your pitiful, worthless little life".

"Wait what?" Max said in a panic, as he struggled against Genocide's grip.

"You are the first to witness my brother, and we cannot allow you to leak his existence", Zarnak hissed, nodding to Genocide.

"Looks like you are to be my lunch, little man," Genocide growled, removing his helmet, revealing a nightmarish face. Scars marred his face, yellow eyes burned with a malevolent light, and his mouth was a cavern of sharp, serrated teeth.

"No, please! I can-" Max began, begging for mercy, but his pleas were cut short, silenced by a gruesome crunch as Genocide's jaws clamped down on his neck. Blood splattered, a sickening crimson geyser against the backdrop of the ruined street. Genocide chewed, his teeth crushing bone and tearing flesh as he devoured Max's head. Then, he shoved the rest of the body into his maw, pulverizing the torso, intestines spilling out as he devoured the rest of the hero piece by piece, until all that remained were a few scattered bones and a spreading pool of blood.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side brother", Zarnak said, looking away in slight disgust.

"Ha ha, not the best meal I had, but it will do", Genocide chuckled darkly, a disturbing displayed of blood-stained teeth.

"Put your helmet back on", Zarnak commanded. "We got work to do".

"So… How's the job going along with infiltrating the hero association", Genocide asked, after putting his helmet back on.

"It's going perfectly!" Zarnak exclaimed with a wicked grin. "Those fools believe anything I say, as long as I deliver results. Pathetic."

"Humans really are that gullible," Genocide chuckled darkly. "Father losing to that bald idiot still doesn't make sense to me. What do they call him? Saitama, right?"

"Don't mention him!" Zarnak snarled, his grin vanishing as he clenched his teeth. "It was a fluke, nothing more. When Xenophilus returns, Saitama won't stand a chance."

The anger in his voice shifted to a sinister smirk. "Besides, Bofoi's nearly finished creating a superweapon—a device that will drain those so-called heroes of their powers. Once that's done, subduing them will be child's play. They won't even get a chance to resist our new world order."

"I like the sound of that," Genocide hissed, his eyes gleaming.

The two made their way back to Zarnak's secret hideout, but their path was suddenly blocked by a group of A-Class and B-Class heroes.

"I've got somewhere to be. You handle them," Zarnak growled before disappearing into the shadows.

"Who was that, monster?" Death Gatling demanded, leveling his minigun at Genocide.

"None of your business, hero," Genocide sneered, brandishing a massive battle axe that gleamed ominously.

"I'll take him down!" Tank-Top Tiger roared, charging at Genocide recklessly.

"No, wait!" Death Gatling yelled, but Tiger was already on the move.

Tiger lunged with a powerful punch, but Genocide sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a devastating kick to Tiger's stomach that sent him sprawling.

"You dare attack me, weakling?" Genocide mocked, raising his arm to reveal a cannon glowing with a menacing yellow-red light.

"What's that supposed to do?" Tiger barked, trying to sound confident, though unease crept into his voice.

"Oh, you'll find out," Genocide said with a sadistic grin. "This weapon melts flesh, organs, and bones while keeping the victim alive and conscious. It's... entertaining."

"No! Tiger, get out of the way!" Death Gatling shouted, but it was too late.

Tiger screamed in agony as the blast engulfed him. His flesh peeled away, revealing raw muscle and organs, which melted in seconds. Blood pooled beneath him as his bones dissolved.

"You monster!" Death Gatling roared, opening fire on Genocide with a hail of bullets, only for them to bounce harmlessly off the villain's armor.

"I'll avenge my brother!" Tank-Top Vegetarian yelled, charging at Genocide. But with one swing of his axe, Genocide severed Vegetarian's head, his body collapsing lifelessly.

"Gatling... help me..." Tiger gasped weakly as the last remnants of his body liquefied into a gruesome puddle.

"Pathetic," Genocide sneered, stepping toward the remaining heroes.

"Retreat! Everyone, fall back!" Death Gatling shouted, grabbing the surviving heroes—Chain Toad, Smiling Man, and Glasses—as they fled.

"You can't escape the Harbinger!" Genocide roared, throwing a razor-sharp double-edged blade.

Death Gatling barely ducked in time, but the others weren't as fortunate. Chain Toad, Smiling Man, and Glasses all fell, their heads severed cleanly.

"Enough games," Death Gatling growled, unleashing his ultimate attack. "Death Shower!" A torrent of bullets rained down on Genocide, but he stood unmoved, the attack proving useless.

"This is getting boring," Genocide said, vanishing in a blur of speed. Before Gatling could react, Genocide was upon him, gripping his neck with iron-like strength.

"Send out a distress signal," Genocide commanded, his voice low and venomous. "I want your strongest heroes to come. I'll wait."

Gatling trembled, his hand fumbling for the distress beacon. "F-Fine! Just... just let me go!" he stammered, pressing the button.

"Excellent," Genocide purred. "Now I'll let you go... straight to the afterlife."

"What? You said—" Gatling's words were cut short as Genocide snapped his neck with a sickening crack.

"Such fragile creatures," Genocide mused, tossing Gatling's lifeless body aside.

Unbeknownst to him, Fubuki had overheard Zarnak's conversation with Genocide and trailed him, using her psychic abilities to stay out of sight. She followed him silently through the shadows, her heart pounding as she watched him open a hidden door and slip into an underground hideout.

"There he is," Fubuki murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

She carefully approached, using her ESP to mask her movements. As Zarnak entered the main chamber, she peeked through a crack in the wall. Inside, Zarnak activated a holographic communication device, revealing none other than Bofoi.

"I'm finished with the body, Zarnak," Bofoi reported coldly.

"Good," Zarnak said, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Open the jar and let my father's soul enter his new vessel."

Fubuki's blood ran cold. Father's soul? What is he talking about?

"As you command," Bofoi replied, stepping aside to reveal a grotesque, dark armored corpse. Its lifeless form was unnaturally perfect—engineered to kill. Beside it sat a jar, pulsating with dark, malevolent energy.

Fubuki's breath hitched as she watched in horror.

Bofoi carefully opened the jar, unleashing a swirl of black and crimson energy that seemed to writhe and scream as it poured into the corpse. The lifeless body began to twitch violently, its claws flexing, its toes curling, and its once-vacant eyes flaring to life with a deep, blood-red glow.

A guttural roar shook the room as the resurrected Lord Xenophilus took his first breath in his new body.

"Yes! At last!" Zarnak howled with triumph, his laughter echoing like thunder.

From her hiding spot, Fubuki gasped, her trembling hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. But it was too late. Zarnak's head snapped in her direction, his glowing eyes narrowing.

"Who's there?" he snarled, rushing toward the source of the noise.

Fubuki darted for the exit, but Zarnak was faster. With a wave of his hand, he telekinetically yanked her back, dragging her into the chamber.

"Well, well, well," Zarnak said with a wicked grin. "You're just in time, my pretty."

"Let me go!" Fubuki demanded, struggling against his grip.

"Oh no," Zarnak cooed mockingly, forcing her into a seat and strapping her down. "You're going to want to see this. I saved you a front-row seat!"

Fubuki thrashed against the bindings, glaring up at him. "You won't get away with this!"

"Oh, I already have," Zarnak sneered, grabbing her hair and forcing her to face the scene before her. "Now, watch as my father reclaims his throne!"

Xenophilus turned his glowing eyes toward Zarnak. His deep, resonant voice filled the room, dripping with malice.

"I have returned," he proclaimed, his voice a mixture of thunder and venom. "And soon, this world will kneel before me—all thanks to my loyal sons."

"Prepare the weapon," Zarnak commanded Bofoi. "And contact Lord Vader and Shockwave. Once this city falls, we'll begin colonizing."

"Understood," Bofoi replied, the holographic display shifting to reveal a massive weapon, already charging.

"What weapon?" Fubuki demanded, her voice filled with fear.

"You'll see soon enough," Zarnak said with a sinister chuckle.

The hologram displayed the weapon mounted above Bofoi's lab, its barrel glowing with a menacing red hue as it aimed at the city below.

Meanwhile…

The S-Class heroes who had responded to the distress signal lay defeated, their battered bodies scattered across the alley. Genocide paced in frustration, his heavy boots echoing against the concrete.

"Seriously?" he sneered, kicking Atomic Samurai's unconscious form. "Is this world this weak? And yet, somehow, my father lost to all of you pathetic fleshlings!"

A weak groan from behind caught his attention.

"I'm not... done yet," Metal Bat growled, staggering to his feet despite the blood dripping from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, clutching his bat with trembling hands.

Genocide turned, amused. "You? Fight me in that state?" He let out a booming laugh. "Pretty boy, you're just asking for a world of pain."

In a flash, Genocide grabbed Metal Bat by the collar and slammed his head into the pavement with sickening force.

"Let them go," a stern voice rang out.

Genocide paused, his head tilting toward the source of the interruption. A petite green-haired woman floated above the wreckage, her sleek black dress fluttering unnaturally in the psychic aura that surrounded her. Her glowing green eyes burned with cold fury.

"Hmm?" Genocide mused, lowering his battle axe. "And who might you be? You look like you belong in preschool, not on the battlefield!"

"I am Tatsumaki. S-Class Rank 2," she stated icily, her voice carrying an edge sharper than any blade. "And you will regret threatening my city."

Recognition dawned on Genocide's face, followed by a cruel grin. "Oh, wait a second. My brother told me about you. You're that dark-haired weakling's older sister, right? What's her name... Fubuki, isn't it? The one Zarnak just can't seem to shut up about."

"You know Zarnak?" Tatsumaki hissed, her fists clenching.

"Know him? I'm his older brother," Genocide answered, his grin widening as he raised his axe. "And I'm going to enjoy ripping you apart. Maybe I'll even bring your mangled body back as a gift for him. Your little sister can cry over what's left of you."

Tatsumaki's eyes burned brighter. "I'll be the one spilling blood today—yours! And when I'm done with you, Zarnak is next!"

With a roar, she hurled debris and wrecked cars at him with pinpoint precision.

Genocide laughed, swinging his axe in arcs that cleaved through the hail of projectiles. "That's all you've got? Weak!"

Tatsumaki narrowed her eyes. "Oh, you've only seen the beginning."

Summoning her power, she unleashed a massive tornado that ripped through the alley, sending debris spiraling into the sky.

Genocide stood firm, his armor shimmering in the vortex. "Ha! Is this supposed to scare me? My armor's indestructible!"

Tatsumaki frowned, calculating. "Impervious to basic attacks, huh? Let's see how you handle this."

She turned her attention to the fallen heroes, lifting them out of harm's way with her psychic power. Once they were safe, she raised an arm, her glowing aura intensifying.

"What are you planning, pretty lady?" Genocide taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

"You'll regret mocking me," Tatsumaki snarled. Her arm shot forward, slamming Genocide face-first into the pavement with immense force. Before he could react, a massive burst of psychic energy erupted from her, leveling the surrounding area in a deafening explosion.

Half the city lay in ruins as the dust settled. Tatsumaki hovered in the air, her gaze scanning for any sign of movement.

A cold, rasping laugh broke the silence.

"Ha... ha ha ha! I'll admit, that was impressive," Genocide's voice echoed. Emerging from the rubble, he revealed his shattered helmet and scorched armor, his scarred and grotesque face now fully visible. "But it wasn't enough!"

Tatsumaki's eyes widened. "Impossible..."

"You really thought that would kill me?" Genocide sneered, his body beginning to convulse. His bones cracked and reshaped, his skin stretching as his form grew larger and more monstrous.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Genocide's laughter became more guttural as he transformed into a massive black serpent, wreathed in hellish flames. His elongated body coiled as his crimson eyes locked onto Tatsumaki.

"You're outmatched, little psychic," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. His long, jagged tail lashed out, slicing through the air.

"Ahh!" Tatsumaki cried out as the tail struck her midsection, sending her flying backward. She gasped, clutching her stomach as blood seeped through a deep gash.

The serpent loomed over her, flames crackling along its scaled body. "Your city will burn, and you'll be nothing but ashes."

Tatsumaki staggered to her feet, blood dripping from her stomach wound as her psychic aura flared brighter than ever. Her green glow illuminated the ruins of the city around her, and her narrowed eyes locked onto the serpent towering before her.

"I don't care what kind of monster you are," Tatsumaki hissed, her voice laced with venom. "You're going down."

Genocide smirked, his serpentine form curling tighter, flames licking the air around him. "Oh, by all means, try, little psychic. I've enjoyed your struggle so far. Let's see if you can entertain me further."

With a feral scream, Tatsumaki unleashed a wave of psychic force that cracked the earth beneath her. Massive chunks of rubble, twisted metal, and broken vehicles were wrenched into the air and hurled at Genocide with relentless speed. The serpent roared, his flaming body tearing through the barrage, but Tatsumaki didn't let up.

She darted around him, dodging his snapping jaws and lashing tail, her attacks growing more ferocious with each passing second. She summoned psychic blades, slashing deep into his scales. She hurled entire buildings at him, collapsing them onto his coiled body. The flames flickering across his form dimmed as she pressed her assault.

For a moment, it seemed as though Tatsumaki had the upper hand.

"That's right! Stay down!" she shouted, raising her hands as she gathered an enormous concentration of energy. The ground trembled beneath them as a massive sphere of psychic energy formed above her, glowing with a blinding green light.

"This ends now!" Tatsumaki screamed, hurling the sphere directly at Genocide.

The explosion rocked the entire city, a deafening blast of light and power consuming everything in its path. When the dust settled, Genocide's massive form lay in the rubble, motionless.

Tatsumaki hovered in the air, breathing heavily, her energy reserves nearly depleted. "Finally..." she muttered.

But then, a rumbling laugh echoed through the air.

"You truly are remarkable," Genocide's voice boomed. The rubble shifted as his massive serpent body slithered free, the flames around him reigniting with renewed intensity. His scarred face twisted into a grin. "You're the first in this world to push me this far. I'll give you that."

Tatsumaki's eyes widened in disbelief. "No... that's not possible!"

Genocide lunged at her with terrifying speed, his massive tail whipping through the air and slamming into her midsection. Tatsumaki cried out as she was sent hurtling into the ground, her body creating a deep crater.

She struggled to stand, but Genocide's shadow loomed over her. "You fought well, Tatsumaki," he said, his voice filled with twisted admiration. "But this is where it ends."

He raised his tail, prepared to deliver the final blow, but a sharp tone interrupted him. His form flickered slightly, and a holographic display materialized in front of him.

"What is it, Zarnak?" Genocide growled.

A figure appeared on the hologram—a tall, dark-haired man with cold eyes and a smug expression. "Genocide, don't kill her," Zarnak ordered.

Genocide's brows furrowed. "Why not? She's a threat, and she nearly beat me."

"Exactly why we need her alive," Zarnak said smoothly. "Bring her to the hideout. Our father will want to see her—and she should witness his rise to power. Oh, and I've already taken care of her little sister."

The hologram shifted, revealing Fubuki strapped to a chair, her wrists bound and her face streaked with tears. Her terrified eyes locked onto the camera. "Tatsumaki... help me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Tatsumaki's heart sank. "Fubuki!" she screamed, struggling to rise.

Zarnak chuckled coldly. "She'll be waiting for you, Tatsumaki. That is, if you survive long enough to reach her."

With a flick of his hand, the hologram disappeared. Genocide turned back to Tatsumaki, his expression now devoid of humor.

"You've earned my respect, Tatsumaki," he said, raising his massive tail. "But you're coming with me. Whether you like it or not."

Before Tatsumaki could respond, Genocide's tail slammed into her head with brutal force. Her vision blurred, her strength fading as darkness consumed her.

As she collapsed into unconsciousness, Genocide shifted back into his humanoid form, lifting her limp body with ease. "Rest now, little psychic. You'll need your strength for what's to come."

Chapter 7

"Hmmm, Genos hasn't come back yet," Saitama mumbled to himself as he brushed his teeth.

His mind wandered to what he might buy at the supermarket later. Should he go for a discounted pack of beef or restock on instant noodles? Just as he finished rinsing his mouth, the TV blared in the background, grabbing his attention.

"Breaking news!"

The voice of a news reporter echoed across the room, prompting Saitama to plop down onto the couch, toothbrush still in hand.

"Many heroes have been reported dead!" the reporter began, their tone urgent. "S-Class heroes were dispatched to the scene of an incident where they discovered bones, a puddle of blood, and a defeated monster. Nearby, a large, dark ship loomed ominously in the sky, still under investigation. It is assumed that these remains belong to A-Class hero Lightning Max, who was sent to deal with the monster."

The screen shifted to show a gruesome image of the aftermath: fluids and shattered bones littering the scene. Torn scraps of yellow fabric were scattered among the debris.

"This appears to be the remains of B-Class hero Tank Top Tiger," the reporter continued grimly. "It seems like he... melted. A truly horrifying death."

Saitama raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's nasty," he muttered.

The broadcast cut to yet another grim image: several decapitated bodies. The reporter's voice grew shakier as they listed the victims.

"Among the fallen are Tank Top Vegetarian, Smiling Man, Chain Toad Frog, and Glasses. Their bodies were found in close proximity, brutally mutilated."

Saitama frowned slightly but kept watching as the images flashed on.

Next, the screen displayed the lifeless body of Death Gatling, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

"Whoever this individual was," the reporter said solemnly, "they are undoubtedly strong. But there's more."

The camera shifted to an injured Metal Bat, holding a microphone with one hand while his other arm hung in a sling. His face was covered in bandages, and his voice was strained but steady.

"He was unlike anything we've ever faced," Metal Bat began. "Stronger than the Hero Hunter, even. The guy didn't flinch at any of our attacks. Not a single one. He wasn't human, I'll tell you that. Had to be some kind of alien freak."

Saitama tilted his head slightly. "Seems pretty strong," he mumbled to himself.

The news reporter leaned closer to Metal Bat. "Did this individual reveal their name?"

"Yeah," Metal Bat replied with a grimace. "He called himself... Genocide."

"Genocide?" Saitama repeated aloud. "Weird name."

The reporter pressed on. "And you're saying he even defeated S-Class Rank 2 hero Tatsumaki?"

Metal Bat nodded slowly.

"She saved my hide," he admitted. "I was down, head smashed into the pavement, when she stepped in. They fought like hell. She nearly took him out, I swear. Blew up half the city in the process. But somehow, that freak survived."

"And then what happened?" the reporter asked, leaning closer.

"The guy just laughed it off, like it was nothing," Metal Bat explained. "But I know for a fact her attacks did some damage—his armor and mask were cracked, and he wasn't looking too good."

"So... he isn't completely invincible?" the reporter mused.

"Not invincible," Metal Bat admitted, "but he's close. After that, he turned into some kind of black serpent, like a demon straight outta hell. He hit Tatsumaki square in the chest, and they kept fighting. She gave it her all, but it wasn't enough. Eventually, she ran out of steam, and Genocide knocked her out cold."

"And then?"

Metal Bat's jaw tightened. "Before I could do anything, the bastard picked her up and disappeared. Just like that. Ran off with Tatsumaki in his arms."

The reporter's expression turned even graver. "And that isn't the worst of it," they said as the screen shifted to a massive, hovering weapon glowing ominously above a city.

"Whoa," Saitama said, sitting up a little straighter.

"This weapon," the reporter continued, "was seen hovering above Metal Knight's lab, aiming directly at the city. It seems Metal Knight himself has betrayed humanity."

"Never trusted that guy anyway," Metal Bat grumbled.

"And that's all for today's breaking news," the reporter concluded. "We'll bring more updates as this story develops. Stay safe."

The screen went black, leaving Saitama staring at his reflection in the now-dark TV screen.

Chapter 8

Tatsumaki groaned, blinking her eyes, as her senses returned, her head throbbing with exhaustion.

She tried to move, but her arms and legs wouldn't budge. Her vision slowly cleared, and she realized she was strapped to a metal chair.

"What the…?" she muttered, struggling against the restraints.

"Tatsumaki!" a familiar voice called out beside her. She turned her head to see Fubuki strapped to a similar chair, her eyes wide with fear.

"Fubuki!" Tatsumaki shouted, her anger flaring as she pulled harder against the restraints. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"I-I'm fine," Fubuki stammered, her voice shaky. "But Tatsumaki… we're in trouble."

Before Tatsumaki could respond, a deep, mocking voice echoed through the dimly lit room.

"Ah, you're awake," the voice said.

Tatsumaki's eyes darted to the source, where two figures emerged from the shadows. Zarnak, tall and menacing with a twisted grin, walked forward, his alien features illuminated by the faint glow of machinery. Beside him stood Genocide, his cracked armor repaired, and his glowing eyes fixed on Tatsumaki like a predator watching its prey.

"Welcome to my humble hideout," Zarnak said with a theatrical bow. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the great Tornado of Terror and her sister, the Blizzard of Hell."

"Let us go, you freak!" Tatsumaki growled, her telekinetic energy surging—but the restraints absorbed her power, leaving her drained.

Zarnak chuckled. "Oh, don't bother. Those restraints are designed to neutralize your psychic abilities. You're completely powerless here."

Fubuki clenched her fists, tears forming in her eyes. "What do you want from us?"

"What we want," Zarnak began, "is to show you the beginning of a new era—our era."

He gestured toward a large screen on the wall, which flickered to life. The screen displayed Bofoi's massive weapon hovering ominously over the city, its sleek, metallic design radiating power.

"Behold," Zarnak said, his voice filled with pride. "Bofoi's masterpiece—a weapon capable of draining the powers of every hero on this planet. Once activated, your precious heroes will be reduced to nothing more than ordinary humans. Defenseless. Weak. And then…"

Zarnak's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "We will colonize this pitiful planet. The age of heroes will end, and the age of Zarnak's dominion will begin."

"You're insane!" Tatsumaki spat, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Do you really think you can just take over the Earth? We'll stop you!"

Zarnak laughed, the sound cold and cruel. "Oh, Tatsumaki, you're in no position to make threats. You've already lost. And soon, the rest of your kind will fall too."

He turned to Genocide. "And you, my loyal enforcer, have done well to bring me these two. They'll be the perfect witnesses to our triumph."

Genocide nodded silently, his expression unreadable beneath his repaired mask.

Zarnak activated a communicator, and Bofoi's face appeared on the screen.

"The weapon is ready," Bofoi said, his voice calm and emotionless.

"Excellent," Zarnak replied. "Fire the weapon. Let the era of heroes end today."

Bofoi nodded, his hands moving over a control panel. The weapon on the screen began to glow brighter, energy building up as it prepared to fire.

Tatsumaki and Fubuki watched in horror, helpless to stop what was about to happen.

"You won't get away with this!" Tatsumaki shouted, her voice filled with rage.

Zarnak leaned in close, his grin widening. "Oh, but I already have."

Zarnak turned to Fubuki, who was struggling against her restraints.

"After this, your powers will be drained, and you will be mines," Zarnak said, peering at Fubuki intensely. "You cannot escape your destiny, my dark empress".

"I am nothing like you or your animalistic brother! Fubuki retorted, thrashing against her bindings.

"In time, you will discover your true self, and you will severe your last ties to your family by killing your dear old sister who has been holding you back for all these years", Zarnak hissed. 

"It's time," Zarnak declared, his voice dripping with triumph. He raised his hand dramatically. "Commence the cleansing!"

On the screen, Bofoi's fingers hovered over the controls before slamming down on a glowing red button. The weapon fired a massive, blinding beam of energy that shot down toward the Earth, enveloping the planet in a shimmering wave of blue light.

Tatsumaki and Fubuki felt it instantly. A searing sensation coursed through their bodies as the restraints absorbed the energy, amplifying the effect. Tatsumaki clenched her teeth, her body trembling as her psychic powers were ripped away.

"No…!" she gasped, her voice strained. She could feel her connection to her powers fading, leaving her weaker than she'd ever felt in her life.

Fubuki cried out beside her, her hands clutching the armrests of her chair. "T-Tatsumaki, I… I can't feel my powers anymore!"

On the screen, the effects of the weapon became horrifyingly clear. Heroes all over the planet—those in the midst of battles, patrolling cities, or recovering in hospitals—collapsed as their abilities were drained.

Metal Bat dropped his weapon, his once-indomitable fighting spirit extinguished. Child Emperor fell to his knees, clutching his head as his intellect dulled. Flashy Flash stumbled, his superhuman speed gone in an instant.

Even King, who had been hiding in his apartment playing video games, felt a strange weakness overtake him, though he wasn't sure what powers he'd lost.

The screen showed city after city falling into chaos. Without their abilities, heroes could no longer protect the civilians. Monsters that had been on the defensive began to rise, taking advantage of the sudden power vacuum.

Zarnak watched it all with a satisfied grin. "Beautiful, isn't it? The mighty heroes, reduced to mere mortals. All their strength, all their arrogance—gone in an instant."

"You monster!" Tatsumaki shouted, her voice hoarse. "You don't understand what you've done! Without us, this planet will fall into chaos!"

"That's the idea," Zarnak replied with a smirk. "A broken world is easier to conquer. And soon, it will belong to us."

Fubuki's tears streamed down her face as she looked at her sister. "Tatsumaki, what do we do? Without our powers, we're…"

Tatsumaki clenched her fists, anger and frustration boiling inside her. "We're not finished yet," she growled, her determination burning brighter than ever. "We've survived worse, and we'll survive this too. I don't care if I have to rip these chains apart with my bare hands—I'll make them pay."

Zarnak chuckled darkly. "Oh, you're welcome to try, Tornado of Terror. But you'll find that without your powers, you're just another powerless human. Weak. Helpless."

He gestured toward Genocide. "Take them to the observation room. Let them watch as their precious Earth crumbles. Let them witness the rise of a new order."

Genocide nodded and stepped forward, his towering presence casting a shadow over the sisters.

Before Tatsumaki could protest, Genocide delivered a swift, sharp blow to her side, causing her to wince in pain. "Don't make this harder than it has to be," he said coldly.

Fubuki screamed, "Leave her alone!"

Genocide ignored her, releasing the restraints and dragging the weakened Tatsumaki and Fubuki to their feet. The sisters struggled, but their bodies felt heavy and sluggish without their powers.

As they were forced out of the room, the screen continued to display the chaos unfolding on Earth. Zarnak's laughter echoed in their ears, a chilling reminder of their defeat.

But even in the face of despair, Tatsumaki's resolve didn't waver. She glanced at Fubuki, her green eyes burning with determination.

"We're not done yet," she whispered. "We'll find a way. We'll stop them."

Chapter 9

Saitama's POV

Saitama strolled through the supermarket; his expression as blank as always. With his basket in hand, he scanned the aisles, making mental notes about discounts and sale tags.

"Hmm, eggs are 20% off today," he mumbled to himself, placing a carton into his basket. "And milk's half price. Not bad."

Just as he reached for a pack of discounted meat, a strange sensation washed over him. It was faint at first, like a ripple of unease in his usually calm mind. Then it hit him like a truck—a sudden and overwhelming emptiness.

"What…?" Saitama muttered, clutching his chest. His body felt heavier, sluggish, almost…normal. For the first time in years, he felt weak.

The entire store went silent. Around him, people started collapsing to the floor, clutching their heads in confusion. Shelves rattled, and the lights flickered ominously.

Saitama glanced around; his brow furrowed. "What's going on?"

Before he could gather his thoughts, the ground began to quake violently. He rushed outside, abandoning his groceries, and looked up at the sky.

Above the city, enormous black shapes descended from the clouds. The first was a colossal starship, its triangular silhouette unmistakable—the flagship of the Galactic Empire. Smaller landing craft detached from its belly, swarming toward the surface like a plague of locusts.

But that wasn't all. From the opposite horizon came another fleet of metal monsters. Sleek and jagged, the vessels transformed as they landed, turning into towering robotic warriors—Decepticons. Their leader, Shockwave, stepped forward, his singular glowing optic scanning the city with cold precision.

Saitama scratched his head, his usual calm demeanor faltering. "What the heck is this? Some kind of alien invasion? And right after I lost my powers too…"

From one of the Imperial landing crafts, a line of stormtroopers marched out in perfect formation, blaster rifles at the ready. At their helm stood Darth Vader, his black cloak billowing ominously as he surveyed the city.

"Begin the operation," Vader commanded, his voice like a deep, resonant growl. "The Earth's defenses have been neutralized. Enslave the population. This world now belongs to the Empire."

Shockwave turned to his vehicon troops, who were already transforming into their vehicular modes and revving up. "Proceed with the colonization. Resistance is irrelevant."

Stormtroopers and vehicons swarmed the streets, rounding up panicked civilians. People screamed and fled, but without heroes to protect them, their efforts were futile. The invaders moved with ruthless efficiency, corralling the populace like cattle.

Saitama stood on the sidewalk, watching the chaos unfold. He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. For years, he had been invincible, a one-punch hero who could solve any problem with ease. But now, stripped of his power, he felt an unfamiliar sense of helplessness.

A stormtrooper approached him, raising his blaster. "You! Get in line with the others!"

Saitama blinked, staring at the soldier. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, stepping forward.

The stormtrooper hesitated. "I said, move!"

Before Saitama could respond, a nearby vehicon transformed into its humanoid form, towering over him. "You heard him, human," it said in a mechanical voice, raising its cannon arm.

Saitama sighed, glancing between the stormtrooper and the vehicon. "Great. Just great. No groceries, no powers, and now this."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping into the growing crowd of frightened civilians. But as he moved, his mind raced.

The air crackled with malevolence as Darth Vader's voice, amplified and distorted, boomed across the assembled masses. "All prisoners of this new era!" he roared, his black form a monument to dread. "Your new King has an urgent message!" A flicker, and then the imposing, flaming-crowned visage of Lord Xenophilus manifested, hovering above the downtrodden lines. They were a mix: former heroes, faces etched with disbelief; ordinary civilians, eyes wide with terror. The shift in power was absolute, crushing.

A cruel smile stretched across Xenophilus' holographic features. "Revenge is sweet, wouldn't you agree, Saitama?" he hissed, his gaze fixated on the bald hero. His words resonated with a chilling glee that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard.

"How?" Saitama stammered, the single word a testament to his shock.

Xenophilus' laughter echoed, a mocking sound that pierced the despair. "You should have known I would return! And yet, you did nothing to prevent my son's rise. These innocents, these former champions, their suffering is your fault, Saitama! I owe you a personal debt of gratitude for being such an utter fool." The laughter intensified, joined by the guttural chuckles of Imperial stormtroopers and the metallic cackles of Decepticons, a chorus of dark triumph.

"And as for the rest of you," Xenophilus continued, his voice laced with venomous authority, "all of you shall become my slaves, toiling tirelessly, day and night! Disobedience or escape will be met with swift execution. Weakness is a disease, and it will not be tolerated!" He gestured with a gloved hand. A weeping mother clutching her child was brutally seized by approaching stormtroopers.

"Take this pathetic excuse of humanity, for instance," Xenophilus spat. "They are weak, completely devoid of value to our new order, and therefore, they must be eliminated." He nodded, the command an unspoken death sentence.

"No, please!" The mother's anguished cry was cut short as the stormtroopers, cold and emotionless, raised their blasters. A volley of crimson bolts ripped through the air, leaving the mother and child lifeless on the cold ground. A man, watching his wife murdered before him, lunged at a stormtrooper, his grief fueling a reckless rage. "You killed my wife, you vile monster!" he shrieked. He was cut down instantly.

"Terminate him," Xenophilus ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if swatting away an insect. This was not about justice, it was about power, and absolute control.

A wave of horror washed over Saitama. This is not order, he thought, his mind reeling. This is nothing more than slavery.

"Now, all of you shall bow before your new emperor," Shockwave commanded, his single optic observing the crowd with a clinical, unsettling gaze. The Decepticon's voice was devoid of warmth, purely logic-driven.

The gravity of the situation settled upon Saitama. I must survive this, he thought, his resolve hardened by the senseless slaughter he had just witnessed. He reluctantly bent his knee, followed by the other captured heroes, each bow a symbol of their subjugation.

"Good," Xenophilus drawled, a sneer playing on his lips as he looked at the heroes. He focused his gaze upon Saitama, his dark amusement evident. "Doesn't feel so good without your powers, eh? Get down before me, and kiss my hand." The request was a calculated humiliation.

"Never," Saitama muttered from his kneeling position, a small act of defiance.

"Purge Troopers!" Darth Vader barked, his voice a command that resonated with raw power. Two heavily-armored figures, wielding crackling electro-staffs, emerged from the ranks.

"Electrocute him, until he obeys," Vader commanded, the order delivered with chilling matter-of-factness. The Purge Troopers advanced, their forms menacing as they closed in on the kneeling hero.

"This is what you get for disrespecting your emperor!" one of the Purge Troopers snarled, before plunging his electro-staff into Saitama's chest.

A harsh scream escaped Saitama's mouth, the rare sound a confirmation of the excruciating pain. Smoke rose from his singed clothing.

"Again!" Vader ordered, unyielding.

Saitama's body spasmed as the electricity coursed through him again. Another agonizing scream erupted, tearing from his throat.

Xenophilus watched, a twisted smile spreading across his face, clearly relishing the hero's suffering.

In a low, broken voice, Saitama whispered, "I…I will kiss your hand."

"A wise decision," Xenophilus said condescendingly, as Vader signaled the Purge Troopers to cease their attack.

Saitama crawled through the stunned crowd, his body weak, and kissed the holographic fingers extended from the image of Xenophilus.

"Ha ha ha! Good! Now you will truly know your place. You are nothing more than my guinea pig, Saitama the hero!" Xenophilus mocked. He turned to Vader, his voice shifting to a cold practicality. "Take these prisoners to the concentration camps. I will be there shortly to greet them." With that, his image shimmered and disappeared, leaving only the chilling echo of his laughter lingering in the air. The reign of ash had begun.

Chapter 10 ( Final Chapter) I might add more later, as it is in progress.

The metallic clang of the cell door echoed, a sound that seemed to seal the sisters' fate. Zarnak, a figure of sinister arrogance, stood silhouetted against the dim light flooding the cramped space. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with a mocking amusement, "it seems the villains have finally claimed their victory." His laughter, sharp and grating, filled the confined area where Tatsumaki and Fubuki were held captive. This wasn't a simple defeat; it was a brutal, crushing subjugation.

Fubuki, her spirit still unbroken despite their dire situation, lunged toward the door, her fingers scraping against the cold steel. "We'll make you pay for this!" she shouted, her voice laced with a desperate defiance.

Zarnak chuckled, a low, predatory sound. "Oh, I'd love to see you try, my sweet, feisty little warrior," he taunted. Then, his gaze hardened, his tone shifting to a chillingly serious one. "I am under the orders of the new Emperor. You and your sister are to be transported to a concentration camp. And," he added, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "I will be your supervisor.

The implications of Zarnak's position sank in like a lead weight. This was no mere holding cell; it was the beginning of a nightmare under his command. Leaning closer, he mockingly wiped a stray tear from Fubuki's cheek, his touch rough and dismissive. He then gripped her face in a painful hold. "I'm going to relish watching you break, watching you twist into my perfect vision. You will be my sidekick, Fubuki. Your sister will be a mere memory. And you…you will be the one to deliver the final blow. A fitting end to your pathetic little relationship."

"I won't," Fubuki retorted, her voice weak with dread, but her eyes blazing. "Never." The mere thought sent shivers down her spine, but she tried to sound confident.

Zarnak's laugh was a chilling crescendo. "Oh, but you will, little snowflake. I have foreseen it. You have no other choice." he exclaimed. He traced a bloody line down Fubuki's cheek with his fingernails, a sharp, stinging pain that made her flinch.

"Don't you dare touch my little sister!" Tatsumaki growled, her gaze filled with rage as she launched herself at Zarnak, only to be violently thrown against the wall. The thud was sickening, a clear indicator of their now-limited power, or rather, lack of it.

"Tsk, tsk," Zarnak sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "You are nothing without your powers. So, I suggest you obey, or you'll pay the price."

He turned to the hulking figures of stormtroopers standing guard, motioning towards the sisters. "Take them to the concentration camp," he barked. The troopers moved with brutal efficiency, seizing Fubuki and Tatsumaki, their grips firm and unforgiving.

As they were dragged through the corridors, a low, malevolent chuckle echoed behind them. It was Genocide, one of the other villains reveling in their victory. The halls were filled with a heavy atmosphere of defeat. The once-powerful heroes were now nothing but prisoners.

As they were thrown into the back of an imperial transport, bruised and shaken, Tatsumaki reached out to caress her sister's face. "We're going to be okay," she whispered, her voice trembling, yet filled with a determination that refused to be extinguished. "I promise you."

Fubuki weakly leaned into her sister's touch, her eyes locked on Tatsumaki's, "I trust you," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. Their faith in each other was the only glimmer of hope in the bleak abyss they were being dragged into, the only thing that could possibly lead to their salvation