A hulking, six-foot serpent monster slithered casually through the subterranean tunnels beneath the abandoned city. This behemoth was Tanga, and his mood was far from monstrous.
"I wanted to fuck OPM waifus but I became a snake, a fucking snake!" Tanga grumbled as he slithered onward, searching for small monsters. "But nooooo, gotta be a freaking snake! A SNAKE!"
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Tanga used to be an unemployed loser who died after his genitalia got stuck in a sex doll. It was a pathetic death, the kind you'd read about in isekai stories. Speaking of which, Tanga had been ecstatic about his own isekai adventure, landing smack dab in the world of One-Punch Man. Just the thought of banging waifus like Fubuki sent shivers down his – well, down to his spine since he was a snake.
However, his isekai fantasies were unceremoniously flushed down the sewer when he discovered he wasn't a valiant hero or a powerful sorcerer. No, he was a pixelated snake with a Nokia Snake system. His existence now revolved around devouring other monsters to fuel his own growth. Beggars can't be choosers, he supposed, so he set about his new reptilian routine, hunting and consuming anything remotely monstrous to add length to his serpentine form.
A glimmer of, well, not exactly hope, but something akin to it, flickered in his reptilian mind. "Maybe I could, uh, check in on Tatsumaki again? Maybe even…peek a little?"
A week prior, while slithering through the sewage system on his monster-munching quest, Tanga had stumbled upon a hidden facility. Inside, he discovered a young Tatsumaki locked away in a cell. Since then, he would peak her from afar, shall we say. Even though Tatsumaki was a mere ten-year-old child, for Tanga, apparently, age was just a number (a very disturbing number, at that).
Rumble! Rumble!
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently. Tanga instinctively lurched upwards, propelled by an unseen force.
"What the heck? What's going on?!" he bellowed, his serpentine voice echoing in the confusion.
His frantic questions were left unanswered as he was yanked from the tunnel depths. His vision cleared, revealing a sight that sent a jolt of primal fear through his reptilian form – the very same green-haired girl he'd been spying on stood before him, her emerald eyes blazing with fury.
"So, you're the perverted creep who kept spying on me from the ventilation shaft? Disgusting!" Tatsumaki snarled, a vein throbbing on her forehead. Her tiny hand rose, and with a flick of her wrist, she began to contort Tanga's serpentine form with cruel precision.
"Wait! Wait! Hold on a damn second!" Tanga shrieked, his voice muffled by the pressure warping his body. How the heck did she escape the facility? Blast, probably. But how did she find him? His supposed invisibility was useless.
"Too late," Tatsumaki spat.
Crack!
With a sickening twist, she snapped several more of the pixelated snake's ribs. Tanga writhed helplessly, suspended in mid-air, a symphony of pain his only companion. "SYSTEM! DO SOMETHING!!" he roared, a holographic screen flickering to life before him.
[Nokia Snake Game System finds host pathetic and useless.]
Even his own system mocked him. But hey, beggars can't be choosers.
[But host's survival is connected with system's survival. Therefore system will grant you a temporary Nokia's Indestructible Strength. It will take 10 seconds.]
Tanga cursed his luck, but it was better than nothing. He just needed to hold on for ten seconds, long enough to teach this little terror a lesson. Just then, a new figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, handsome, and sporting a shock of blond hair, the newcomer seemed surprisingly friendly with Tatsumaki. Yet, Tanga couldn't recall seeing him in any One-Punch Man material.
"Leo, I had this," Tatsumaki warned, but the blond man simply scoffed, dismissing her concern with a casual wave.
"You did, but..." A smirk played on his lips as he raised a pistol, aiming directly at Tanga. "Let's remove his little cheat code, shall we?"
BANG!
The bullet tore through Tanga's mouth, a searing agony ripping through him as it undoubtedly shredded some internal organs. But the true horror came from the holographic screen flickering back to life with a series of nonsensical symbols.
[The system!@#!@- Error]
The screen sputtered and died, leaving Tanga staring at nothingness. He tried to call upon his system, but it was gone.
"You!" Tanga shrieked, his voice raw with fury, fixing his venom-laced glare on the blond man. "Who are you, and what the hell did you do?!"
"Explaining things to a dead man seems pointless," the blond man replied with a smirk, glancing at Tatsumaki.
Tatsumaki responded with a curt nod and unleashed a torrent of psychic energy. Tanga's pixelated form contorted further, his screams swallowed by the sickening sounds of snapping bone. As the last vestiges of consciousness faded, Tanga cursed his pathetic existence, his isekai dream ending in a brutal, agonizing nightmare.
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"Damn, that kid's a powerhouse even at this age," Leo whistled, watching Tatsumaki reduce the snake monster to a pulpy mess. "System, is he toast?"
[Affirmative. Target neutralized. Mission complete. Further instructions, please. World stability ensures narrative continuity for the foreseeable future.]
"Whoa, hold your horses," Leo raised an eyebrow. While the idea of leaving this grimy tunnel wasn't exactly unappealing, there were things he needed to tie up. Research, for one. And a proper goodbye to Tatsumaki, for another.
[While optimal functionality is not guaranteed, host desires are paramount. My primary function is to facilitate your growth and power acquisition.]
Leo chuckled, a hand instinctively reaching up to rub his neck. "Gotta love your loyalty, even if it comes with a side of existential dread."
He approached Tatsumaki, who was still applying a disturbing amount of force to the already-deceased snake. "He's gone, Tatsumaki. You can relax your powers now."
Tatsumaki clenched her fists, her voice tight. "How can I relax? This... this pervert is the reason for everything! My powers wouldn't work, and I didn't understand why until I saw him."
'So that explains the psychic blackout,' Leo thought. Honestly, though, the guy got what he deserved. Second chance at life, and he turns into a peeping tom? Pathetic. Not to mention creepy. Some bad habits truly die hard.
"Look, kiddo," Leo said, his voice firm but gentle, "he's dead. You're wasting your energy, and your powers are tied to your emotions. Try to calm down, alright?"
Tatsumaki huffed, but after a moment, she conceded, "You're right." Her shoulders slumped, and she deactivated her powers with a sigh.
To lift her spirits, Leo ruffled her hair playfully. "Cheer up, champ. How about some delicious steak burgers tonight?"
Tatsumaki's eyes widened. "Really?!"
The sight of the future number two hero, a mischievous glint in her eyes, brought a genuine smile to Leo's face. Sure, the idea of wooing some of his anime girls was tempting, but they were all way too young. Heck, Saitama was probably just a kid himself right now.
Leo basked in the heartwarming moment, the genuine smile on Tatsumaki's face a balm to the grim scene they left behind. He was formulating a plan for his departure, a way to say goodbye to Tatsumaki without disrupting the timeline. Suddenly, a prickling sensation, honed from countless battles, sent a jolt of unease through him. This wasn't a monster's mindless rage, but a presence – the strongest he'd ever encountered.
He pivoted slowly, his smile fading as his gaze landed on the newcomer. A tall, middle-aged man with a physique that screamed power – spiky black hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and muscles that bulged beneath his bulky armor. The armor itself was a statement: large, imposing shoulder pads, a flowing cape weathered at the hem, and emblems emblazoned with a single word – Blast, the mysterious hero from the anime. The future number one hero was here.
"Got a minute?" Blast's voice was a low rumble, his smirk more of a challenge than amusement. "We need to talk."
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