The Strongest Eriri in History

Looking up at the massive spaceship that covered the sky, Fubuki didn't barge inside like Saitama did in the original story.

Although the spaceship was nearly half the size of A-City, to a planetary-level esper like Fubuki, it was nothing more than a mere toy.

With a calm expression, she stretched out both hands, releasing her immense psychic power to envelop the entire spaceship.

Then, with a gentle upward motion of her palms, the colossal vessel, which had been hovering just above the ground, was effortlessly lifted to an altitude of over a hundred meters.

The aliens inside the spaceship immediately noticed Fubuki's actions. The crew in charge of the ship's operations panicked and tried to activate the thrusters to break free from her telekinetic grip, but it was utterly futile.

The spaceship's powerful propulsion system was like a child's toy compared to the overwhelming force of Fubuki's psychic power.

In their desperation, the aliens responsible for weaponry hastily pressed the launch button, sending hundreds of massive projectiles streaking through the air.

However, upon contact with the green psychic barrier encasing the spaceship, all the projectiles were halted in their tracks. Trapped within their own defensive perimeter, the missiles detonated, causing catastrophic damage to the ship itself.

Fubuki paid no attention to the fate of the aliens onboard. She simply intensified her psychic grip, beginning to compress the ship further.

As time passed, the once vast spaceship, which spanned half of A-City, started to shrink. Its elongated shape gradually morphed into a spherical form.

Within mere tens of seconds, the ship had been reduced to half its original size, and the aliens inside were being crushed in droves due to the relentless compression.

"Why is this happening?! Why does this planet have such powerful beings?!" A frantic scream echoed through the ship's control room.

The source of the terrified voice was an alien who bore a striking resemblance to an octopus. This was Geryuganshoop, one of the three top warriors of the Dark Matter Thieves.

Like the psychic sisters, Tatsumaki and Fubuki, Geryuganshoop also possessed telekinetic abilities and proudly considered himself the "Greatest Psychic in the Universe."

At this moment, he was straining every fiber of his being to erect a psychic shield to resist the crushing force of Fubuki's telekinesis.

However, his abilities were nothing compared to Tatsumaki's, let alone Fubuki's.

Despite pouring all his energy into resisting the compression, he could feel the barrier weakening with each passing second.

It wouldn't take long before he, like the countless other crew members, would be crushed to death by the collapsing ship walls.

Meanwhile, at the very core of the spaceship, in the command chamber, a lone figure sat on a throne with a grim expression.

He wore intricate battle armor and sported spiky, pale pink hair. His singular, enormous eye gleamed with determination.

This was Boros, the infamous leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, feared across the universe as the "Dominator of the Universe."

The sudden turn of events had left Boros baffled. The ship's collapse was happening so quickly that even he, with all his power, couldn't quite grasp what was happening.

Gazing at the shrinking walls of his chamber, Boros decided that staying inside the spaceship any longer was pointless.

The fate of his crew, whether they lived or died, was of no concern to him.

With a determined step, he rose from his throne, ready to face whatever formidable foe awaited him outside.

This spaceship was indeed crucial to Boros; without it, he would have no way to leave Earth, and the Dark Matter Thieves would essentially cease to exist.

To prevent further damage to the ship, he had no choice but to step out and deal with the force responsible for this upheaval.

As long as the ship's energy core remained intact, it wouldn't crash, and even if the hull sustained damage, repairs could still be made.

At the same time, an intense sense of anticipation welled up within him. The reason he had come to Earth in the first place was to seek out the opponent foretold in prophecy—someone capable of matching his strength and giving him a worthy battle.

With this thought in mind, Boros leaped into action. His immense power shattered the ship's supposedly indestructible walls as if they were mere tofu.

However, as soon as he broke through the ship's outermost layer, he found himself stopped by Fubuki's psychic barrier.

"A barrier? Interesting... but this won't hold me back."

Boros roared, summoning the immense energy within him and launching a relentless barrage of punches against the emerald wall before him.

Yet, despite his ferocious assault, the barrier remained unscathed. No matter how hard he struck, it refused to yield, continuing to press inward with unrelenting force.

At this moment, Boros realized the sheer might of his opponent, which only served to fuel his excitement further.

Boros was obsessed with battle. Rather than being discouraged by a powerful foe, his fighting spirit only burned hotter.

With a fierce grin, he tore off the armor covering his body, revealing his purple-hued skin beneath.

Bringing his hands together, the deep purple markings on his body began to emit an eerie glow.

Soon, his body underwent a drastic transformation. Bulging muscles swelled grotesquely along his back, forming spiked vertebrae that jutted out menacingly. His entire physique grew larger and more imposing.

His previously downturned bangs now stood upright, their color deepening to an intense, luminous pink.

A new eye opened just below his chest, working in tandem with the single eye on his face to greatly enhance his dynamic vision.

His skin darkened to a deep blue hue, covered in glowing light-blue stripes that pulsated with energy.

Power surged from his transformed body, radiating outward in arcs of white lightning. Each bolt that struck the surrounding walls instantly reduced them to dust.

With his latent power fully unleashed, Boros's strength had now increased more than tenfold.

Harnessing this newfound energy, he once again attacked the psychic barrier, this time with even greater force.

...

Meanwhile, as Boros underwent his transformation, Fubuki never ceased her relentless compression of the spaceship.

The vessel's size continued to shrink rapidly, reduced to mere fractions of its original form.

The once vast living quarters within had been crushed into unrecognizable debris, filling every available space. By now, aside from Boros himself, there wasn't a single surviving alien aboard.

On the rooftop of the Hero Association headquarters, the gathered S-Class heroes stood dumbfounded, their gazes fixed on Fubuki floating effortlessly in midair.

The sheer magnitude of power she displayed had completely shattered their understanding.

This wasn't simply moving or destroying the spaceship; she was compressing it with surgical precision—a feat exponentially more difficult than mere destruction.

Beyond A-City's perimeter, countless citizens who had fled earlier, as well as media reporters, were all left in awe as they watched the spectacle unfold in the sky above.

Live news broadcasts captured every detail of the event, with commentators eagerly providing excited narrations.

Through the lenses of their cameras, Fubuki's graceful yet overwhelming dominance over the spaceship was broadcast worldwide in real-time.

At this moment, Fubuki's fan base increased exponentially, and the reputation of the Blizzard Group skyrocketed to unprecedented heights.

Deep underground, 1500 meters beneath the abandoned zone of Z-City, in a chamber within the Monster Association headquarters, a young woman with blue wavy long hair, black-framed glasses, and an exceptionally well-proportioned figure sat motionless, staring blankly at the live broadcast on the television screen.

She was none other than Psykos, the true leader of the Monster Association and once a close friend of Fubuki during their school days.

However, after Psykos foresaw a bleak future and developed an ambition to destroy the world, the two had parted ways. Additionally, Fubuki had sealed Psykos' psychic abilities, leaving her harboring deep resentment toward Fubuki.

"President Fubuki... I never expected you to become this powerful after just a few years apart," Psykos murmured, swirling the red wine in her glass, a confident smirk appearing on her lips. "But it doesn't matter. One day, I will make sure you meet your end at my hands."

...

High above A-City, the once gargantuan spaceship that covered the sky had now been compressed by Fubuki into a black sphere less than a thousand meters in diameter. It no longer resembled a spaceship in any way.

As the ship continued to shrink, Fubuki found it increasingly difficult to maintain the compression.

Even so, the vessel kept condensing at a visibly steady pace.

Suddenly, a violent explosion erupted from within the compressed remains of the ship, and Fubuki sensed a gap in the psychic force she had wrapped around the wreckage.

In the next instant, a streak of violet light shot out from within the compressed mass, hurtling through the sky before halting several meters in front of Fubuki.

As the violet streak dissipated, Boros emerged, having successfully broken through Fubuki's psychic barrier.

His appearance had undergone yet another transformation.

His hair had grown significantly longer, cascading down his back, and his once deep blue skin from the previous transformation had now turned stark white. Jagged, intricate blue markings covered his entire body.

This was his ultimate form—Meteor Burst.

One of Boros' trump cards, this transformation converted his immense internal energy into raw propulsion power, granting him speed and strength beyond his physical limits, exponentially amplifying his destructive capability.

However, the Meteor Burst state inflicted extreme strain on his body, similar to anaerobic respiration. Excessive energy expenditure in this form could drastically shorten his lifespan.

Yet, in order to escape the crushing force within the ship, Boros had no choice but to activate it.

Previously, even in his Energy Release form, he was unable to break free from Fubuki's psychic restraints.

With the ship's size continuously shrinking, Boros realized that staying inside any longer would mean his inevitable demise, just like his fallen subordinates.

Thus, he was forced to resort to one of his final trump cards just to escape.

It was almost pitiful—Boros hadn't even had the chance to face his enemy, yet he was already compelled to use his ace in the hole.

Standing in mid-air, Boros glanced at the steadily shrinking wreckage of his spaceship, then shifted his gaze to Fubuki, who was only a dozen meters away.

"Are you the one who destroyed my spaceship?" Boros asked in a calm tone.

Under Fubuki's compression, the energy core inside the spaceship had already been destroyed, meaning the ship was beyond repair.

However, his face showed no sign of anger—rage was merely a sign of one's incompetence.

All he desired now was an exhilarating battle with the powerful being before him, even if it meant risking his life.

"Isn't it obvious?" Fubuki replied casually.

At first, she had assumed Boros might be a formidable opponent, but now it seemed otherwise.

If he needed to activate his Meteor Burst state just to break through her psychic barrier, it indicated that the strength of that form was merely at the mid-stage of Level 5 at best.

After all, the psychic barrier she placed around the spaceship was secondary—its primary function was to compress the vessel itself.

"Excellent. Your power is the greatest I've encountered thus far," Boros said, his two eyes locking onto Fubuki with an intense gaze.

"I am Boros, leader of the Dark Matter Thieves, the dominator of the universe."

After introducing himself, Boros continued without pause:

"There was once a prophecy.

I have conquered countless planets, never once suffering defeat. However, because I became too powerful, no one dared to challenge me anymore, leaving me in unbearable torment.

Then, a certain seer prophesied that, on a distant planet, I would find a worthy opponent capable of satisfying my thirst for battle.

I spent twenty years traveling across the universe to reach this prophesied planet—this very place.

And you, you are the one mentioned in the prophecy, the being who can fulfill my battle craving.

Come, let us engage in a battle to the death!"

A fierce battle aura erupted from Boros, and without waiting for Fubuki's response, he charged toward her at full speed.

Propelled by his immense energy, Boros' speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and appeared right in front of Fubuki.

However, what greeted him was a fair, delicate-looking fist.

Although Fubuki's primary means of combat was psychic power, that didn't mean she lacked physical strength.

Thanks to the enhancements provided by the chat group, her physical strength had reached the level of an early-stage Level 5, though it still couldn't compare to her psychic abilities.

Meanwhile, Boros, even in his Meteor Burst state, could only barely reach the peak of Level 5 with his Collapsing Star Roaring Cannon, meaning his raw physical strength was far inferior to Fubuki's.

With a single punch, Fubuki struck Boros with such force that he spat out blood, his body hurtling back at an even greater speed, ultimately crashing into the wreckage of his compressed spaceship.

The remnants of the spaceship, having been compressed by Fubuki's psychic powers, were now incredibly dense and far more resilient than before.

Furthermore, the wreckage was still enveloped by Fubuki's psychic force, ensuring that Boros' impact didn't even leave a dent.

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