Early the next morning, just as the first rays of sunlight began to touch the rooftops, Zenin Kyūjō returned from the supermarket carrying a large bag of fresh seaweed. He hummed quietly to himself as he made his way toward the kitchen, preparing to cook breakfast.

But then—he suddenly stopped.

His brow furrowed, and his eyes shifted upward, staring through the ceiling as if he could see beyond it.

In an instant, the Infinity Perception System activated at full capacity. Kyūjō’s senses expanded far beyond the atmosphere, piercing through the blue sky into the silent void of space.

And there it was—

A massive meteor, drawn in by Earth’s gravitational pull, descending slowly toward the planet.

Through the live feedback from the Infinity Perception System, Kyūjō rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“So this is the meteor that destroyed Z-City in the original timeline…?”

He sighed softly. He had no intention of letting Saitama smash it apart into flaming debris like before.

Without calling out to him, Kyūjō stepped out onto the balcony, his silver hair catching the sunlight—then launched himself skyward in a streak of blue light, soaring straight toward the incoming meteor that had just breached Earth’s orbit.

— — —

Hero Association Headquarters – A-City

Inside the familiar control room, tension hung thick in the air. Dozens of operators stared wide-eyed at their monitors, watching as the enormous meteor loomed ever closer.

“The impact point has been calculated—it’s heading straight for Z-City!!”

“Threat level: Dragon!”

Even though the system had categorized it as merely Dragon-level, the expressions in the room said otherwise.

A collision of that magnitude would mean total annihilation.

Even if Tatsumaki, the Rank 2 S-Class Hero, came in person, no one was confident she could stop it.

The meteor was simply too large—and with gravity pulling it faster every second, its kinetic energy would be catastrophic. Even Tatsumaki’s psychic power would likely crumble against it.

And to make matters worse, she was still far from Z-City. There wasn’t enough time.

Panic filled the air.

A senior officer slammed his hand on the console. “We can’t waste time! Evacuate all citizens from Z-City immediately! Transmit the meteor data to all nearby S-Class heroes—let them decide how to respond!”

His brutal recommendation silenced the room.

“Come on, people! The longer we hesitate, the more lives we lose!”

Another staff member hesitated. “Wait… wasn’t the one who defeated Tatsumaki yesterday called The Light of Z-City? Isn’t he currently stationed there too? Maybe he can do something?”

“The Light of Z-City? But he’s a close-range fighter, isn’t he? Similar to Bang. I doubt he has a way to handle a meteor disaster.”

“Still, contact him! Send the data to his device! And continue the evacuation plan—we don’t have time to gamble!”

— — —

“Wait—hold on!!”

A sudden shout broke the chaos. One of the younger operators, who had been mindlessly pressing buttons on the console, suddenly froze and pointed at the screen.

“What now?!” barked a senior director in irritation.

The operator’s voice trembled. “An unidentified object just entered the atmosphere—moving at hypersonic speed! It’s heading straight for the meteor! Estimated contact in… thirty-five seconds!”

Everyone leaned in as he continued, his voice cracking with disbelief. “I just pulled a live image from the orbital satellite—look at this… isn’t that him? The Light of Z-City?!”

He pressed a key, and the large monitor shifted to a zoomed-in feed.

A white-haired man was streaking upward, cutting through the clouds, through the stratosphere, straight into the void.

“It’s really him!”

“He’s flying? At that speed?! What the hell—he’s faster than any aircraft we’ve ever built!”

“But can he really stop a meteor that size…?”

“Who knows. But if he wasn’t confident, he wouldn’t have gone up there. Look at that speed… maybe—just maybe—he’ll give us a miracle.”

“Then we keep evacuating anyway. If he fails, Z-City will still be wiped out. Move, people!”

— — —

Thirty-five seconds passed.

“Look! On the satellite feed—hurry!”

Outside the planet’s atmosphere, Zenin Kyūjō now stood suspended in space, surrounded by the endless silence of the cosmos. The blinding rays of sunlight reflected off his white hair as cosmic radiation washed over him, harmless against his body.

In his right hand, Starforce swirled like a miniature galaxy, coating his fist in a radiant blue light that pulsed with energy.

He exhaled softly—and then struck.

With a single, calm motion, he drove his fist forward, connecting squarely with the heart of the meteor.

Destroying it outright wouldn’t be difficult; even without Starforce, Kyūjō’s physical power alone could pulverize it.

But if he did that—like Saitama did in the original timeline—the meteor would shatter into thousands of deadly fragments. The friction from re-entry might burn away some, but many would survive, crashing down upon the city below.

He couldn’t let that happen.

— — —

So instead, his Starforce pulsed, flowing smoothly across his arm.

The meteor froze—completely halted, suspended in midair above his palm.

And then—

Like a soap bubble bursting in silence, the colossal rock disintegrated from the point of impact, fading away into stardust and vanishing into nothingness.

— — —

The control room back on Earth fell completely silent.

No one moved. No one spoke.

On the screen, they watched the man drift calmly in the void, unaffected by radiation, temperature, or the vacuum of space—his power so absolute it bordered on divine.

“Is this… godlike power?” someone finally whispered.

“Could even Blast, our Rank 1 S-Class Hero, match something like that?”

No one dared to answer.

— — —

Z-City – Zenin Kyūjō’s Neighborhood

Inside Kyūjō’s modest home, the morning atmosphere felt strangely peaceful.

Saitama, still in his pajamas and yawning, strolled into the living room.

“Morning, Genos! Breakfast’s kinda late today, huh? Kyūjō, you woke up late too?”

Kyūjō, who was stirring a pot in the kitchen, glanced over his shoulder with a deadpan look.

“Woke up late?”

Really? This man who never cooked, never cleaned, and only ever showed up to eat—was calling him lazy?

This shameless freeloader… bald, gluttonous, and completely without guilt—was truly something else.

— — —

A few minutes later, Kyūjō emerged from the kitchen carrying a large pot filled with steaming beef-and-seaweed soup.

“Breakfast’s ready,” he said flatly.

And as always—Saitama’s eyes lit up like a child’s.

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