Chapter 382

Previously, Luo En had radiated sharpness and piercing energy, like a blade poised to cleave heaven and earth.

Now, he felt utterly nothing—complete void.

Luo En dressed himself in black shorts, a white short-sleeved hoodie, and a pair of white casual shoes.

He thought, and it happened.

Before him, cold air condensed into a vertical ice mirror.

This sight left Tornado utterly stunned.

First it was empty-space sensing, now it was ice control—

How many abilities does this guy even have?!

"So this is what it turned into."

Luo En pinched his chin, studying his reflection in the mirror: "My appearance hasn't changed much, just a few years younger."

He glanced at the long silver hair trailing behind his head—it didn't quite suit his current look.

So Luo En thought, and his silver hair shrank automatically, shortening from long to mid-length.

The mid-length silver hair, paired with his casual attire, looked clean and crisp.

Luo En smoothed his bangs, smiling satisfied at the impossibly handsome silver-haired boy in the mirror.

"Good."

Then he turned to Tornado, who stood frozen beside him, and said:

"I'm ready. Let's go."

Where did Boros go?

Before Tornado could react, she saw the silver-haired, heterochromatic boy snap his fingers.

"Snap."

The scene shifted.

Tornado appeared on a pile of rubble, surrounded by ruins—the alien mothership, severely damaged, still lay there.

It was the ruined city of A.

"We're back… No, he's still here."

Tornado snapped to attention, remembering Boros, her eyes narrowing instantly.

Without a word to Luo En beside her, she immediately used her ability and shot toward the Hero Association headquarters.

Luo En did not stop her.

He kept his hands in his pockets, his strange, bewitching vertical pupils fixed on the distance, a hint of contemplation in his gaze.

"Boros's aura is gone—has Saitama already dealt with him…?"

"No wonder he's the Bald Demon King."

Luo En smiled. "Boros, you probably never imagined there'd be a monster this strong on this planet, did you?"

Saitama isn't god-tier—he's above god-tier.

Luo En looked up at the sky.

The wind across the ruins stirred his silver-white hair, and his extraordinarily beautiful youthful face showed a trace of regret.

"Boros, you truly were a worthy opponent—I haven't felt a foe as strong as you in a long time."

"I couldn't beat you, but if it were me now, I couldn't say who'd win."

"If there's another chance, I'd still want to fight you with everything I've got—but… there won't be."

"Pity. Pity."

After muttering two sighs of regret, Luo En vanished in a flash, gone from the ruins.

…………

Tornado flew to the Hero Association headquarters.

Before her eyes stood the intact headquarters building, a few S-class heroes unharmed, along with reporters, Hero Association staff, and some A-class heroes who had arrived.

Even some researchers, accompanied by heroes, had begun entering the alien mothership with tools to study it.

Gazing down at the bustling scene below,

Tornado stared in disbelief.

Huh?

This isn't at all what I expected.

"Ah, Tornado?"

Bangku spotted her and spoke in surprise.

The other S-class heroes and Hero Association staff turned to look.

Tornado landed from the air and asked: "Where's that purple guy?"

"Purple guy?"

Bangku, Atom Smasher, and others blinked in confusion.

"What's that? Another monster?"

Their confusion seemed genuine—there were no signs of battle nearby… Had that purple guy not attacked them at all?

Why?

Tornado frowned, even more puzzled.

Did he reach his limit after fighting him?

No—he definitely still had fighting strength left then…

Bangku, watching Tornado's strange expression, couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Dragon Scroll came back to her senses.

Several S-class heroes gathered before her.

Super Alloy Black Light asked curiously: "What did you see up there? Why did it take so long?"

Flashy Flesh: "What exactly happened up there before?"

Atom Samurai: "Where is that mysterious swordmaster? Did you see his face? What did he look like?"

Bombarded by their rapid-fire questions, Dragon Scroll's temple veins bulged.

"Shut up!!"

Her psychic power erupted, flinging all the S-class heroes gathered before her backward.

"Ow, ow, ow! What was that for out of nowhere?"

Atom Samurai rubbed his head where he'd hit the ground and shouted at Dragon Scroll.

"Who told you to chatter like a flock of birds? It's unbearable. Are you even worthy of being S-class heroes?"

Dragon Scroll crossed her arms and glared at them sideways.

"If you want to know what happened, go find out for yourselves. I'm not telling you a thing, hmph!"

With a cold sniff, Dragon Scroll floated away from the scene.

She left behind the Association staff with a pained smile and the several S-class heroes.

A staff member wearing glasses smiled wryly: "It seems we won't get any useful information from Dragon Scroll anytime soon."

"She's as prickly as ever. There's no dealing with her."

Bangku sighed.

"That woman is too reckless. She'll have to be pulled down from second place eventually."

Flashy Flesh wore a cold, displeased expression.

"Still, her power is undeniably immense."

Back Vest Master had already been convinced by the power Dragon Scroll had displayed earlier.

Flashy Flesh, with golden hair and the sword 'Shunsha Wan' at her waist, glanced at him, then left without a word.

Back Vest Master watched his retreating back and rubbed his head: "What a cold guy."

"In any case, let's start gathering useful information by our own methods."

A middle-aged staff member walked over with a tablet and addressed the S-class heroes: "We'll attempt to contact Dragon Scroll later and ask for details. If we get any useful information, we'll inform you immediately. For today, that's all. You've worked hard—please go rest. If anything else happens, we'll contact you again."

Super Alloy Black Light and Zombie Man nodded in response.

Among the S-class heroes, Metal Bat, Police Dog Man, Pig God, and King had already gone home.

Sexy Prisoner took Komekatsu to the hospital.