Hero For Lust

Boros stepped onto the flat, white-stone floor of a vast oval-shaped room. Its design shared similarities to a structure known as a colosseum — a piece of history he had learned of during a visit he and Gunner made to one of Earth's archives.

Crossing over a memory of Gunner reminded him of Kombu Infinity and Suppon. All who should be fully recovered now thanks to Dr. Genus. Boros ranked him as the third most impressive human he had encountered, though still below King's grandeur.

While recalling memories, he thought back on his ship's labyrinthine interior and found himself comparing the two. A detail he wouldn't have bothered noting before. But now, with nothing else to do while waiting for the sources of entertainment, his mind had wandered briefly, but now he took in the room.

Taking a wider glance around the room, he viewed the walls, which rose high in layered, concentric rings that encircled the oval-shaped chamber. Each level featured recessed stone chambers where he spotted various monsters spectating him from their chamber's ledges.

I understand. I am standing on a stage meant for their amusement.

Boros walked to the center of the white-stone floor and crossed his arms over the red orb in his golden armor.

And after waiting several breaths, one of his sources of entertainment arrived and crossed the distance, stopping a few meters away.

It was an odd-looking humanoid monster of diminutive stature. Nothing more than a pitch-black body with an oversized pale white face. One's gaze would naturally land on the tail-like protrusion atop its head. Though staring at the protrusion for too long could lead to questionable thoughts.

"No where left to go, huh, intruder?"

"You are the first to arrive, Black Sperm. Let us wait for the others."

"Others? Do you believe I alone am not enough to defeat you…?" Black Sperm's lips formed into a thin smile. "You're looking down on me, aren't you?"

Snap and crackling noises resounded.

Boros' eye traveled upward as Black Sperm's form contorted into a giant, girthy, vein-streaked arm.

"You dare look down, on me?"

"The aura permeating your form… multitudinous numbers abide within..." Boros unfurled his crossed arms into fists. "You have sparked my interest."

"Sparked your interest…?" Black Sperm grimaced, drew back his immense mass. And sent it barreling toward him.

The oncoming fist collided with Boros' own. Resulting in Black Sperm flying off, crashing into one of the distant spectating chambers.

A cloud of debris rose from the distance, but it could not prevent him from viewing Black Sperm's aura split apart. One of the split forms stayed in the chamber while the two others hopped back down to his level.

"Perfect. At long last, I meet an enemy able to enliven my day."

"Are you really that overconfident?"

The new arrival's words ushered in a large energy sphere, sent rocketing straight at him.

Boros extended his arm out to the side, palm facing the floor, and then flicked his hand upward. The back of his gauntlet met the bottom of the energy sphere, sending it shooting above into the dome-like latticed ceiling.

He turned to see a surprised, disheveled-looking man with long unkempt black hair. "You have made your entrance, Homeless Emperor."

Homeless Emperor relaxed. "A mere fluke. In the end, there is no way to resist the will of the stars." His arms rose, fingers curling toward the heavens.

Boros waited in anticipation as dozens of energy spheres materialized around the man. Until two interruptions from behind rushed in.

"He's mine!"

Two hand-shaped Black Sperms wrapped around Boros and raised him into the air.

"I wonder what'll happen if I squeeze really, really hard?"

A sigh escape Boros' mouth. One slight, insignificant flex of his muscles shattered the two hands into innumerable pieces.

"No matter how many of you exist… if their strength remains at such a paltry level… they shall, and can, only perish."

"Are you crazy Black Sperm!?" Homeless Emperor fled from the area.

Black Sperm separated continuously, rising higher and higher until his countless formed transformed into a pitch-black wave.

Meanwhile, Boros' arms spread out in acceptance.

"'Sperm Tsunami!'"

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Orochi demolished all obstacles in his path.

Ascending.

Climbing.

To the location of the intruder's final resting place.

Not alone, no, two others reached the location first.

Regardless, all would meet the same end — consumed by him.

Orochi, in his true form, smashed through the last floor and emerged at the oval-shaped chamber's outskirts.

Food! Power!

His many dragon ends shot out and started consuming the dense flood of Black Sperms.

"Oroc—You! Quit swallowing me!" Black Sperm bellowed. "You just crossed the line! You're gonna regret it!"

His flood-like state retracted and merged in haste.

Orochi ignored him. Attention shifting to the fleeing Homeless Emperor.

Blazing forward, Homeless Emperor spun around and launched a barrage of energy spheres in defense.

Futile resistance.

Orochi sacrificed a few dragon heads and closed the distance, overwhelming the bum. Homeless Emperor's pitiful cry cut short as fangs crunched down, reducing the man to pulp before swallowing.

An immense, unexplainable power pumped through Orochi's system. Abruptly, visions of an entity entered his vision. One he knew all too well.

"It is you! My destined sacrifice!" Orochi's maddened laughter thundered out. "I see. I've consumed one of your followers. Oh, what a joyous day."

"That it is."

Orochi's immense figure whirled around. Gazing down at the one-eyed intruder.

"Let's go guys!

Time to dish out some punishment on these two bastards!

Yeah!"

Gold light flooded the oval chamber. As it faded, a new figure stood revealed: muscular, imposing, radiating an overpowering golden shine.

Orochi felt it — that surging power. "Black... no. Golden Sperm. Now you're truly worthy of being devoured.

And you, intruder, what is your name?"

Orochi examined the light-blue skinned monster. Unlike Golden Sperm, this one's energy fell short of expectations: relying on armor for defense told the entire tale. Still, he would make for a decent meal.

Yet, even as Golden Sperm and Orochi himself loomed, the intruder still bared a razor-toothed grin—

"Lord Boros."