Bald Virus

After Momonga left the battle arena, leaving his subordinates alone with their thoughts, he went to his private quarters. He could feel the tension and anxiety gradually letting go of him, but it was replaced by other, more pressing questions. How would he get used to his new body? How would he learn to use his magic in this new world?

Momonga entered his chambers and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The skeletal mage he saw before him was no longer just an avatar, it was his new, albeit not quite familiar, image. He touched his bony fingers, feeling their hardness and coldness. He couldn't feel any pain or fatigue, which was both strange and unfamiliar.

He decided to get used to his new body first. He started with the simplest of movements such as walking, turning, and bending. He noticed that his movements were smoother and faster than before, and this encouraged him a little. 

Finished with his physical exercises, Momonga decided to start testing his magic. He raised his bone hand and cast the spell he had used many times in Yggdrasil.

 "Small Lightning!" - he uttered, and a small discharge of electricity erupted from his fingers.

Momonga smiled, his bony smile wide and silent. He realized that his magic had stayed with him, and that made him very happy. He began experimenting with different spells, summoning fire, water, and ice. He noticed that the spells were more powerful and effective than in the game, and that was very promising.

A few days passed, and Momonga gradually got used to his new body and his magic. He felt more confident and stronger, though he still felt anxious about his future.

One day, during his experiments, Momonga found a long-range vision mirror in his chambers. He knew that it could be a very useful tool for scouting and observing the world around him. He placed the mirror on the table and activated it by casting the desired spell.

An image of the areas surrounding Nazarick appeared on the surface of the mirror. He saw forests, fields, mountains, and rivers. 

Momonga spent several hours studying his surroundings through the long-range vision mirror. 

 Momonga came across a small village located a few kilometers away from Nazarick. He became interested and decided to take a closer look. He brought the image closer.

The settlement was under attack. A group of men dressed in knight's armor were mercilessly and brutally slaughtering the villagers. They spared no one, not women, children, or the elderly. The village was in flames, and cries of horror and despair were heard.

Momonga watched this scene, and his heart did not tremble. He felt no pity, no compassion, not even disgust. He just watched like an ordinary spectator watching some violent scene from a movie.

For a while Momonga stared at this horrible sight, but then he got bored with it. He decided to distract himself and shifted his attention to another area where something more interesting was happening. He left the screams, blood, and death out of the picture.

But suddenly, it hit him. He felt anxious, but this time that anxiety was not directed at the outside world, but at himself. He was frightened by the indifference he felt as he watched people being killed.

"What's happening to me?" - flashed through his mind. 

"Why don't I feel anything? Why am I not moved by this brutality? In the past I would have definitely vomited from what I saw, I couldn't just watch innocent people being killed."

Momonga lowered his head and fell silent. He didn't know what he should do. He didn't know how to shake off this indifference that seemed to permeate every cell in his body. He was terrified of what he had become in this new world, and he realized that he needed to sort himself out as soon as possible to avoid becoming a monster.

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The village was in flames, the sky was filled with smoke, and screams of terror and death were everywhere. Knights in armor seemed to have lost all human form as they mercilessly slaughtered the inhabitants. Amidst this chaos, the two sisters, Enri and Nemu, tried to escape.

Enri, desperately holding Nemu's hand, ran through the narrow streets, running around burning houses and corpses. She could feel her heart racing with fear, but she knew she had to protect her little sister.

Nemu, scared out of her wits, held tightly to Enri's hand, her eyes full of tears and her breathing hitching. She was just a child, and she didn't understand why all this was happening, why these scary people were killing everyone.

But their flight did not last long. The knights, seeing them, rushed in pursuit, stalking their prey with sadistic pleasure. Enri, realizing they could not escape, tried to hide behind a large burning log, but it was too late.

The knights surrounded them, laughing at their helplessness. One of them, the biggest and roughest, grabbed Enri by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. Enri felt a sharp pain shoot up her back, and she realized he had injured her.

Blood rushed from her wound, staining her simple clothes. She felt her strength leaving her, but she couldn't allow herself to give up. She had to protect Nemu.

Enri turned around, covering her sister with her body, and looked at the knights with desperation and hatred in her eyes. She pulled Nemu close to her, trying to shield her with herself from danger. She realized that the end was near, and she began to pray to all the gods she knew, asking them to protect her sister.

The knights, seeing Enri's desperation, began to laugh. They looked at each other, and one of them said: 

"Look how beautiful she is! It's a pity we'll kill her soon. But her corpse can be used to satisfy us, right guys?"

They started lustfully licking and laughing, imagining how they would mock Enri's corpse. She was still so young and beautiful, and she didn't deserve such a fate. 

Enri, hearing their words, felt her heart break with pain and despair. She realized what they were going to do to her and her sister, and she couldn't let it happen. She clutched Nemu tightly to her, preparing to face her death.

She closed her eyes, waiting for her imminent death.

She felt her body trembling with fear, and the prayer she whispered seemed futile. But suddenly, she heard a strange, calm voice.

"Hey, what are you doing?" - said the voice, sounding with obvious bewilderment.

Enri, surprised and puzzled, opened her eyes. She saw a man in a strange, yellow suit standing right in front of her, with a bald spot on his head that could reflect light. His face was smooth and emotionless, but his eyes expressed genuine curiosity.

Enri saw one of the knights with a frozen expression of horror holding a sword pointed directly at her, but the blade of the sword could not reach her because it was caught between the bald man's two fingers. The knight tugged at the sword, trying to pry it from the clinging fingers, but it was all in vain.

Enri was stunned. She didn't understand what was going on. Who was this strange man? And how was he able to stop the sword so easily?

She looked at the other knights, and saw that they too looked confused. They didn't seem to understand what was happening, or how this was possible. Some of them reached for their swords, but they didn't dare to attack since they didn't understand what was going on.

Saitama, as if nothing had happened, continued to hold his sword between his fingers, his face still remaining calm. He didn't even seem to be tensing up, as if he wasn't holding a sharp sword but an ordinary stick.

"Hey, I said, what are you doing?" - Saitama repeated, his voice still as calm. 

"I don't understand why you're hurting these people, what have they done to you?"

The knights, recovering from their confusion, roared and pounced on Saitama, trying to attack him from all sides. But Saitama only sighed as if he was fed up with everything and released his sword.

Enri didn't even have time to blink before it was over. Saitama moved between the knights with lightning speed, delivering precise and powerful blows that made the knights fall as if hamstrung.

She did not see any of his movements, everything was happening so fast that she had no time to notice anything. The knights alone flew up into the air and then fell with a loud thud, like puppets.

Enri, cradling Nemu close to her, watched this spectacle, and her eyes widened with amazement. She had never seen anything like this before. This strange bald man was incredibly strong.

"Could it be... this is my savior?" - Enri thought, her heart filled with hope.

Enri stared intently at Saitama, trying to memorize every detail, hoping that he could save her and her sister.

After a few seconds, it was all over. All the knights lay motionless, as if dead, and there was silence all around. Saitama, as if he had just gone shopping, looked around and when he saw Enri and Nemu, he looked at them with a casual look.

"Are you two alright?" - He asked, his voice still as calm and unperturbed.

Enri, stunned and still unable to believe what she had just seen, simply nodded, unable to utter a word. She was in such shock that her tongue felt like it was stuck to her palate.

Saitama, satisfied with her answer, nodded back like it was the most normal situation in the world, and turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the village, completely ignoring them.

Enri, recovering from her shock, was finally able to utter something at last

"Stop!" - she shouted. 

"Stop, please!"

Saitama stopped without turning fully towards her. He only turned his head slightly.

"What... what's your name?" - Enri asked, her voice still shaking from the fear and surprise she had experienced. 

"Who are you?"

Saitama sighed, as if he'd been asked the most trivial question in the world, and half-turned to her.

 "I'm Saitama," he said, his voice as calm and even as before. 

"A hero for fun."

Saitama turned around and without another word continued on his way, leaving Enri and Nemu puzzled.

Enri, quickly realizing that she might lose her savior, shouted after him while he was still behind the trees:

 "Please! If you are a hero, help my village! They're killing the inhabitants now!"

Saitama stopped, as if his words made him think. He slowly turned around, and his gaze, devoid of any emotion, fell on Enri and her younger sister, Nemu, who was still trembling with fear.

Sighing, Saitama uttered: 

"Eh, alright. Lead the way."

Enri wanted to stand up, but realized it was impossible. The pain in her back was unbearable, the deep cut bleeding heavily. She tried to take a step, but fell backwards, grabbing the wound.

Saitama, seeing this, simply sighed. Without further ado, he bent down and gently lifted Enri into his arms. Then, carelessly throwing Nemu onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he asked: 

"Where to?"

Enri, being in Saitama's arms, blushed. She felt the warmth of his arms, and it was a strange feeling unlike anything she had experienced before, mixed with gratitude and embarrassment. No one had ever shown her such a such a simple, casual, yet incredibly caring attitude. Saitama's muscular body felt surprisingly strong and sturdy under her back, and this unplanned intimacy made her feel unexpectedly ashamed.

Enri, red as a poppy, muttered, pointing in the direction: 

"Y-that way... towards the center of the village..."

Saitama didn't ask anything more, just turned around and headed at a quick pace in the direction indicated. Enri, nestled in his arms, felt strange - she was both embarrassed and grateful at the same time, while Nemu, hugging Saitama's neck and resting her face against his shoulder, sobbed softly.

Saitama moved swiftly and easily, as if he were carrying not two people, but only light fluff. He didn't say a word, but his presence somehow gave Enri confidence. 

She looked at his face - calm, almost serene - and wondered how such a man could be so strong and scatter those cruel knights so quickly. He was unlike any of the heroes she had seen in fairy tales and legends.

She didn't know how or what he thought he was going to do, but she believed he could protect her village. He had already saved her and Nemu, and she knew he would not leave them in trouble.

As they approached the center of the village, the sounds of battle grew louder. The screams and clinking of swords mixed with the crackling of burning houses and the cries of people begging for help.

Upon reaching the central square, Saitama stopped, allowing Enri and Nem to see what was going on there. Enri's heart hammered harder at the sight of the horrific scene. All the surviving inhabitants, including old men and children, were huddled together like cattle and surrounded by knights who watched their suffering with sadistic pleasure.

The knights, noticing Saitama, Enri and Nemu, froze in surprise, but quickly regained their composure and began to approach them with a slow and menacing gait. Their eyes were bloodthirsty.

Enri, frightened, pressed herself against him, and immediately felt herself being suddenly lowered to the ground. She looked at Saitama in surprise, but he was no longer looking at her. His gaze was directed at the knights, his face still expressing no emotion.

Saitama, placing Enri and Nemu on the ground, straightened up and without a word, began to walk slowly towards the knights. His gait was calm and measured, as if he was strolling through a park.

The knights, noticing Saitama walking towards them, roared and drew their swords, preparing for battle. They were confident of their superiority.

Saitama, calmly approaching the knights, suddenly stopped. A blond knight, dressed in shining armor and with an expression of obvious contempt on his face, appeared in front of him. He blocked Saitama's path, eyeing him from top to bottom as if he were something vile and disgusting.

"Look at that," the blond man said, his voice full of mockery.

 "Who's the clown? Is he local or something? ?"

The knights, upon hearing the blond man's words, broke into loud laughter. They were laughing at Saitama's ridiculous appearance, at his simple yellow suit. They thought he was a common buffoon who didn't realize what he had gotten himself into.

Saitama, without changing his calm expression, simply looked at the blond man and said: 

"I'm a hero."

This statement caused a new wave of laughter. The knights, as if competing in loudness, shouted and hooted, showing how ridiculous they thought Saitama's statement was.

The blond man, after calming down, looked at Saitama with disdain and asked: 

"Hero? You? You're funnier than any circus clown! I can't believe that such an insignificant person can call himself a hero."

Saitama, still calm, disregarding the taunts of the knights, said: 

"I mean you no harm. I'm just asking you to leave amicably. Leave the villagers alone and get out of here."

These words caused an even bigger wave of laughter. The knights, gasping with laughter, poked their fingers at Saitama as if he had uttered the world's stupidest call. They couldn't understand how a man like him dared to order them anything.

The blond man, letting out a last, hoarse laugh, looked at Saitama and said with a contemptuous smirk:

 "Well then, clown, you asked for it. You should have run away while you had the chance. There's no escape for you now."

He then turned to his soldiers and gave a short but clear order:

 "Attack that idiot! Show him what it means to mess with us!"

The knights, like a pack of embittered dogs, rushed forward, with loud shouts and gnashing of swords. They were confident of their victory, for they were experienced warriors, and before them stood only some ridiculous clown. They rushed at Saitama, preparing to tear him to pieces.

Saitama, without changing his calm expression, looked at the approaching knights as if he were watching ants crawling on the ground. He didn't draw his weapon, didn't shout, didn't do anything that normal people would do in such a situation.

In the blink of an eye, the knights approached Saitama, swinging their swords. But in the next instant, it was over.

Saitama, without making any unnecessary movements, delivered precise, powerful blows that made all the knights fly away like rag dolls. They flew several meters before falling to the ground unconscious with a thud.

Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to realize what had happened. Just then the knights were rushing towards Saitama, and in the next instant they were lying on the ground as if dead. Silence reigned in the square, broken only by the quiet groans of the wounded.

Enri and Nemu, who were watching, were stunned. They couldn't believe what they had just seen. He was incredibly strong, and he had massacred all the knights so easily.

The blond knight, with a sagging jaw and wide-open eyes, looked at Saitama, not realizing what had happened. He was utterly confused, his gaze full of disbelief.

Saitama, meanwhile, stood calmly in the middle of the square, his face still expressing no emotion. He looked at the knights lying unconscious, as if their defeat was something taken for granted.

The blond knight, clearly losing all his arrogance, looked at his soldiers lying unconscious and shouted with a trembling voice:

 "Attack him again! Are you deaf? Kill that freak!"

The soldiers like marionettes with shouts rushed towards Saitama again. They walked without realizing why they were doing it, but they were under the order of their commander.

Saitama, sighing, with the same calm expression on his face, delivered precise and powerful blows, and everything repeated itself. The knights, like knocked down skittles, flew off to the sides again, fainting from the blows.

Saitama, as if nothing had happened, began to slowly approach the blond, his gait calm and measured.

The blond man, seeing that his soldiers were useless, panicked. Realizing that he couldn't stop Saitama, he threw away all pride and resorted to a dirty trick. Grabbing a young girl in the crowd by the hair, he put the point of his sword to her throat.

"Stop! Don't move!" - shouted the blond man, his voice trembling with fear. 

"Take one more step and I'll kill her and the rest of the villagers!"

Saitama stopped when he heard those words. He froze, as if he had suddenly encountered an insurmountable obstacle. He looked at the blond man, and something like a light appeared in his eyes.

The blond man, seeing that Saitama had stopped, said with a smug smirk:

 "That's better, you bald freak! Now stay where you are and don't move, or else you'll see me slaughter them all like cattle."

This was his fatal mistake. In an instant, Saitama disappeared from where he was standing and appeared right in front of the blond man, knocking the remaining knights who tried to resist in any way, which of course they failed.

Saitama, standing in front of the blond man, wielding his own sword:

 "Yeah, I'm bald. You have a problem with that, huh?"

The blond man, upon hearing Saitama's words, went into a complete stupor. The fear he had so carefully hidden broke through, overwhelming him completely. He stared into Saitama's eyes, and his pupils dilated with terror.

His legs trembled, and a shiver gripped his body. He felt the muscles of his sphincter relax, and a warm, sticky liquid flowed down his legs. He peed right into his armor, and shame swept over his body. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He, a proud knight, had lost to some bald buffoon.

The blond fainted with fear, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground like a sack of flour. His armor was soaked with urine, and a puddle had formed around him.

Saitama, seeing this, shifted his gaze from the blond man to the urine and back again, and his face involuntarily twisted in disgust. He hadn't expected this from his opponent. He felt neither pride in his victory nor pity for his enemy, only disgust.

He took a quick step back, as if he didn't want to be near this vile sight. He retreated two steps, careful not to soil his clothes. He wasn't squeamish, but the sight of a disgraced, peeing his pants in fear of his opponent only made him displeased.

The remaining knights, who had not yet lost consciousness, instantly realized that the matter smelled not just of kerosene, but of their own pisses. They saw their commander, the blond man, embarrassed and pissing himself with fear, and realized that they didn't stand a chance against this strange bald man.

Fear gripped their hearts and all their courage evaporated like morning mist. They did not want to repeat the fate of their commander.

Without a word, they dropped their swords, turned around, and like a herd of frightened sheep, ran in different directions. They ran as fast as they could without looking back, afraid that the bald man would catch up with them and do to them what he had done to their commander.

They ran as if demons were chasing them on their heels, and their armor rattled, creating a cacophony of sounds. They abandoned their comrades, they abandoned their lives, and they left the village to its fate. They didn't care about anything but their own salvation.