Wanting More

Haruto, still trying to make sense of his unusual situation, found himself in a strange form. His vision was peculiar; it was as if he were seeing through not only his eyes but also his mouth. His body felt massive, muscular, and overflowing with strength.

Haruto didn't specified what form he will take when he entered the dream, so he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. It felt like this form was autogenerated, and he had little control over it.

As he looked around, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Hundreds of monsters surrounded him, their grotesque appearances sending shivers down his spine.

The leader spoke with a sinister confidence, "It's time. We the real Earthlings, who have suffered from overpopulation beneath the land, will finally take over the surface world."

Haruto was thrust into a state of disbelief. "What?, We are going to go around killing humans?" he thought to himself. The realization was chilling. The scene unfolding before him was chaotic, and the monsters seemed unstoppable.

Although Haruto was caught up in the frenzy, he couldn't help but remember that this was just a dream—a dream where he had been thrust into the role of one of the monsters. It was a strange situation, but he clung to the hope that this dream would somehow lead to a confrontation with Saitama.

The monsters in their horde exhibited incredible strength and the ability to move underground as effortlessly as people could swim. They were a formidable force. The monsters charged forward, leaving destruction in their wake. Buildings crumbled, and chaos reigned as they advanced.

Amidst the pandemonium, Haruto decided to follow suit. He too had to fulfill his role in this strange dream, and so he ventured forth alongside the horde. As he delved into the earth and emerged on the surface, he was met with an eerie silence. It seemed that no humans were around to challenge the subterraneans.

Feeling an unusual sense of power and freedom, Haruto allowed himself to become a part of the devastation. He couldn't help himself. It was as if the desire for destruction was intrinsic to his form. He unleashed his monstrous strength upon the cityscape, starting with A City and moving through B, C, all the way to X City. It was as if the very concept of restraint had vanished from his mind.

Now, as he stood on the precipice of Z City, he couldn't help but marvel at the devastation they had wrought. Yet, the eerie absence of human resistance gnawed at the back of his mind. Where was Saitama in all of this? Haruto was aware that he was merely a visitor in this dream, a participant in a world he couldn't fully control.

As the monsters continued their rampage, Haruto couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of this strange dream. What was it trying to convey, and where was Saitama, the hero who could quell this monstrous uprising with a single punch?

Haruto, now fully engulfed in this dream world where he had taken on the form of a subterranean monster, decided to make his way to Saitama's apartment. Everything seemed uncannily similar to the real world, which added to the surreal nature of the dream. Haruto was determined to explore this dream scenario and understand Saitama's psyche on a deeper level.

With his cameraman ability activated, Haruto was ready to record every moment which happens from now on. He first wanted to confirm if Saitama was present in this dream. As he approached Saitama's apartment, he couldn't help but marvel at the level of detail and realism within this dream world. It was as if he had stepped into a parallel reality.

Haruto's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to take a peek inside Saitama's apartment. What he saw was both surprising and oddly reassuring – Saitama was peacefully asleep. It appeared that even in his dream state, Saitama was in the middle of a nap. Haruto chuckled to himself, thinking, "So, he's even sleeping in his dream. Well, why not give him a surprise?"

With a mischievous grin, Haruto decided to wake Saitama in his own unique way. Since it was Saitama's dream, there was no danger of harming him. He picked up a nearby car and hurled it at the apartment building. The impact was enough to create a loud crash and shake the windows, making it clear that something out of the ordinary was happening.

Haruto then clung to the wall right outside where Saitama was sleeping, his monstrous form granting him an incredible level of strength. He extended his hand and, with a mighty punch, created a hole in the wall, aiming to catch Saitama by surprise. However, Saitama, even in his dream, displayed his incredible reflexes and managed to evade Haruto's next attack.

Realizing that Saitama was no pushover, Haruto decided to go all out. He entered the apartment, delivering a powerful punch that sent Saitama flying through the building next door. The force of the impact shattered walls and left destruction in its wake. Saitama eventually came to a rest in the middle of the road, looking slightly disheveled but not defeated.

Haruto approached, his monstrous form imposing and filled with a strange mix of emotions. He observed Saitama, who seemed to be in a state of shock, looking at his damaged apartment and the surrounding destruction. Saitama's voice trembled as he expressed his concerns, "My house!?."

In an unexpected turn of events, Haruto's monstrous body suddenly emerged from behind, delivering another powerful punch that sent Saitama flying a staggering 100 meters in just 2 seconds. It was an astounding display of strength, even within this dream world. Saitama was left bewildered and battered, his face now showing signs of bleeding.

Haruto, standing over Saitama with a mixture of determination and concern, thought, "He did bleed when his foot pinky finger bump into the edge of table, but Wow he is bleeding for first time in a fight."

Saitama, struggling to catch his breath, managed a weak smile. "He is tough!!"

Saitama's bewilderment grew as he faced one of the subterranean monsters. "What the hell are you?" he exclaimed.

Haruto decided to stay in character and maintain his disguise. "What am I? That's a bit rude, isn't it? We are the true earthlings," he replied with an air of superiority.

Saitama's confusion deepened. "'We'? Who are 'we'?"

"We are the Subterraneans. We suffer from overpopulation," he explained, emphasizing the gravity of their situation.

Slowly, more of Haruto's companions emerged from the ground, adding weight to the illusion. Saitama's eyes widened as he took in the increasing number of subterranean creatures surrounding him.

Haruto continued his act. "Therefore, we must claim the world aboveground. I understand that there are people on the surface too. As it stands, you are in our way. That's why we decided to eradicate you all. Since our invasion commenced, 70% of the surface has been wiped out. This is a battle for survival. I hope you understand."

"But, to our surprise, we didn't come across anyone we could use our punch on-"

"Same here," Saitama declared who was filed with excitement."It's been too long since I came across such worthy opponents, Subterraneans!"

With that, Haruto, in his subterranean guise, attacked Saitama, reinforcing the illusion. He lunged at Saitama, who skillfully dodged the attack and counterattacked with a powerful punch. As Saitama's fist connected with Haruto's body, it burst into a shower of gore, scattering organs and blood in all directions.

*GASP*

Haruto, now in a formless state, was limited to observing the events from Saitama's point of view. He couldn't react or interact with the dream world, bound by Saitama's subconscious mind.

The dream continued to unfold with Saitama battling wave after wave of subterranean monsters. Haruto watched as Saitama, in his dream state, fought each monster with his characteristic nonchalance, delivering devastating punches that dispatched his enemies with ease. But as the battle continued, Haruto sensed something different in Saitama's emotions. It was a longing, a desire for more, something he yearned for every day – a challenge, an opponent that could truly test his strength.

Saitama's battle with the subterraneans intensified.

Finally, a gigantic monster, three times the size of the largest subterranean, emerged with a taunting remark. "I think you've been taking good care of my children."

Haruto observed as Saitama's anticipation grew. The hero had been yearning for a challenge, something that would give him excitement every day. This battle seemed to provide a glimpse of what Saitama had always wanted.

Just as Saitama prepared to face the massive monster, a peculiar sound echoed through the dream world.

*Trrrrrn* *Trrrrrn*

Saitama looked up at the sky, where a colossal clock descended, crashing into the earth.

Suddenly, Saitama woke up, and in his abrupt awakening, he inadvertently destroyed the clock that had been resting beside him. Haruto's connection to the dream world was severed as reality reasserted itself. He found himself back in the apartment, uncertain of what just he felt.

To be Continued...