The Godly Fist

The Void Eater's laughter reverberated through the cosmos, tendrils coiling around a dying star as it forged its new herald—Kaelthor, the Star-Eater, a titan of collapsed nebulae and the screams of dead gods. In Midgar's wastelands, the earth split like rotten fruit as Kaelthor descended, his four armored arms clawing rents in the sky, three blazing eyes scorching the horizon to molten glass. Shadow Garden's elites unleashed their fury: Gamma's scythes carved rivers of phantom fire, Delta's poison mist melted stone, and Epsilon's runes twisted gravity itself. But their attacks dissolved against Kaelthor's void-carapace, his laughter shaking the heavens. Beta's drones exploded mid-air, their wreckage raining down as Alpha roared, "Fall back! To the nexus—now!"

Cid watched from a cliff, his shadow flickering like a dying candle. The price of Atomic Rebirth still gnawed at his veins, but desperation drowned the pain. He unsheathed Slayer of Gods, its blade crackling with unstable magic. "Fine. Let's improvise." With a roar, he plunged into the fray, sword carving a supernova's fury. Kaelthor swatted him aside like a gnat, Cid's body cratering into a mountain. "Pathetic," the titan boomed, void-energy condensing into a spear aimed at Alpha's heart.

Then—he arrived.

Saitama strolled through the carnage, grocery bag in hand, humming a discount-store jingle. Kaelthor paused, starfire dimming. "A mortal dares interrupt?" Saitama glanced up, scratching his head. "Oh, hey. You're blocking the shortcut to City Z." Shadow Garden froze. Gamma whispered, "Is he… joking?" Cid clawed free from rubble, bloodied grin sharpening. "Baldie! Took you long enough!"

Kaelthor's spear hurled toward Saitama, its tip warping spacetime. Saitama yawned. "Consecutive Normal Punches." His fists blurred. The spear shattered. The shockwave ripped Kaelthor's arm clean off, void-blood flooding the wasteland. The titan staggered, roaring, "Impossible! I am entropy incarnate!" Saitama tilted his head. "Entropy? Sounds like a gym membership scam."

Cid's eyes widened. This… this isn't power. This is a joke. Shadow Garden's elites gaped as Saitama leaped, a mundane jump with no flair, no magic—just raw, unfiltered force. His fist met Kaelthor's chest.

CRACK.

The titan's void-carapace exploded. Galaxies died in the aftershock. Kaelthor disintegrated, his final scream echoing, "The Devourer… will feast…" Saitama landed, brushing ash off his sleeve. "Done? Cool. I've got a sale ending in 20."

Silence.

Alpha dropped to her knees, trembling. Gamma's scythe slipped from her grip. Cid stared at his trembling hands, his grand theatrics reduced to a sideshow. All my schemes… my power… meaningless. For the first time, the Eminence in Shadow tasted fear—not of death, but of irrelevance.

Saitama tossed Cid a bent soda can from his grocery bag. "Here. For the 'teamwork' thing." Cid caught it, the aluminum crumpling in his grip. "You… you didn't even try." Saitama shrugged. "Try what? It's just punching."

As Shadow Garden retreated, Alpha whispered to Cid, "Master… what is he?" Cid's mask slipped, revealing a boy named Minoru Kagenou, dwarfed by a truth he couldn't script. "A mistake," he muttered. "Or a miracle."

In the Void, the Devourer hissed, its tendrils recoiling from Saitama's residual energy. "No mortal… no god… what** is*** he?"*

Epilogue: Echoes of the Fist

Saitama microwaved noodles in his apartment, oblivious to the news: "Mysterious seismic event levels Midgar wastelands!" In Shadow Garden's base, Cid stared at a cracked mirror, his reflection flickering. Alpha knelt behind him, voice trembling. "Your orders, Master Shadow?" He crushed the soda can, the sound echoing like a funeral bell. "Find the next rift. And never let Baldie near my scripts again."

Deep in the cosmos, a void-shard pulsed—recording Saitama's punch, learning, adapting. "The Godly Fist… will be devoured."