Reborn with Steve Stand

"Finally, got it!

Looking at the light pink metal core in his hand, Fang Mo sighed.

Regarding the outcome, this so-called time reversal ritual was somewhat effective, though the amount of potential energy consumed was indeed ridiculous. But to be honest, since Fang Mo had already materialized the entire dimension of Omothol, he didn't really care about this bit of potential energy.

After all, in the face of true infinity, whether it's ten million or a hundred billion, it's just a few more zeros.

If there's one thing to say, the real limitation of the time reversal ritual isn't the large amount of potential energy, but rather the ability to control the time scale.

After hosting the ritual himself, Fang Mo realized this point.

After all, it's the ability to manipulate time, and this ritual is very troublesome even for him, a dimensional demon god. The principle of the time reversal ritual is different from that of the Time Stone, and the mechanism is not the same. The Time Stone is more like a TV remote control, where you just press the rewind button.

But the time reversal ritual is different.

It's like sending electromagnetic waves to the monitor with your brain...

There's no way around it, there are too many variable factors to control. Take the Pig God for example, Fang Mo saw the Pig God at every time scale, like the frames in a movie.

Every minute detail between those frames needs Fang Mo to adjust, modify, and control himself.

To explain it forcibly:

If Fang Mo wants to reverse time for the Pig God, he must ensure that time travels through him rather than making him travel through time.

This happened in Avengers: Endgame when the Avengers used the Quantum Realm. Ant-Man Scott wanted to travel through time, but instead of time traveling through him, he aged and wet his suit… obviously not the result Fang Mo wanted.

Even if the time reversal is correct, Fang Mo still has to consider other factors.

He must know that the cells of the target are metabolizing every moment, the water he drinks, the food he eats, meaning that the Pig God as a whole is constantly interacting with the outside world.

All these variables are controlled by Fang Mo's consciousness, without any shortcuts.

Otherwise, it would cause a lot of weird trouble.

For example, if the Pig God didn't spit out the core but instead vomited out something he had already digested, it would be ridiculous. He can't swallow it again, right?

If the time reversal period is short, then it's not so bad, since there aren't as many variables to control.

But if it's a few years, or even more than ten years... even Fang Mo can't guarantee what would happen, and it's possible the Pig God could turn into a pile of flesh.

There's really no way around it; after all, Fang Mo wasn't born a dimensional demon god.

Cheating through brute force comes with its issues.

But no matter what, this ritual was quite successful. Fang Mo successfully retrieved the feminization core that the Pig God had accidentally swallowed, and that was enough.

Without further delay, Fang Mo quickly teleported the Pig God back to the villa's courtyard.

After that, Fang Mo chose not to leave but stayed in the courtyard to receive farewells and thanks from everyone.

Tatsumaki had just been driven away by Fang Mo and was nowhere to be seen.

But as soon as she left, others gathered around. The first to approach were the S-Class heroes from the association, such as Bang, who dragged the silent Garou over. They were extremely grateful and even kicked Garou to make him apologize.

Garou, who seemed to have finally been awakened from his rebellious phase, understood his master's painstaking efforts. His defiance disappeared, and he became very obedient.

With Bang now rejuvenated, looking like a middle-aged man, and constantly worrying about Garou, they looked like father and son, giving Fang Mo a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

When he caused trouble as a child, did his father also beg for forgiveness like this?

Shaking his head, Fang Mo waved his hand and lifted Garou from the ground. He didn't dislike him, as everyone goes through a rebellious phase… Fang Mo himself still experiences it from time to time.

Soon, Atomic Samurai also came over with his disciples and clinked glasses with Fang Mo.

"I was going to complain about your lack of integrity."

Atomic Samurai downed his drink and patted Fang Mo on the shoulder with a smile. "But considering you're leaving soon, I'll let it slide."

"Hm?"

Fang Mo raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Mr. Priest, Master Atomic means you wiped out the Monster Association," Iai Steel politely explained. "Master was excited to test his new sword on the monsters, but found out they were already eliminated when he woke up."

"Oh, that's what you mean."

Understanding, Fang Mo responded, "Don't worry, there will definitely be more monsters here in the future. You can slash them as you like."

"Haha, that's the only option now."

Atomic Samurai laughed heartily, acknowledging Fang Mo's words.

At that moment, a dark figure approached from a distance, patting Fang Mo's knee and saying, "Master, Lady Xue requests your presence…"

This unexpected apparition drew the attention of Atomic Samurai: "What is this thing? Pfft... why does it look so strange?"

Halfway through his sentence, Atomic Samurai couldn't help but laugh.

As for the creature in question, it was the black sperm reduced to a single cell. Having depleted all its cells, its body had significantly shrunk with a single antenna on its head, which indeed looked quite humorous.

"You little..."

Hearing this, the black sperm seemed somewhat annoyed: "I am the master's servant. Are you underestimating me? You repulsive, ugly-braided uncle..."

"What did you say?"

Atomic Samurai was also displeased: "Do I look like an uncle to you? You look more like a freak! Be careful, or I'll use you to test my sword..."

"If you want to act tough, now's your only chance."

Upon hearing this, veins popped out on the white mask of the black sperm: "Who do you think you are? Apart from the master, I fear no one! If I hadn't run out of cells... Hmph, do you think your little braid is stylish? I could lift you like a chick with one hand."

"You..."

"Hey, enough, enough."

In the end, Fang Mo waved his hand to separate the two: "If you want to fight, fine, but save it for another time. Everyone's having a good time today, so let's not start a fight... By the way, Little Black, you mentioned that Ah Xue is looking for me?"

"Yes, master."

Hearing Fang Mo speak, the black sperm immediately became obedient: "Master Lady Xue said we're running low on ingredients and asked you to go over."

"Got it."

Fang Mo nodded: "Alright, I'll head over right away."

This little interruption quickly eased the initially tense atmosphere. Fang Mo made an excuse to go to the kitchen and materialized another batch of ingredients. Honestly, this group could really eat, and he even suspected some of them were just here to freeload.

When he returned, other heroes like Metal Bat, Flashy Flash, and Drive Knight came over to chat, though Fang Mo was not very familiar with them, so they just exchanged pleasantries.

Not long after, Puri-Puri Prisoner also came over.

He had a closer relationship with Fang Mo, and upon hearing that Fang Mo was leaving, the big man burst into tears, saying he wanted to knit a love sweater for Fang Mo, which made everyone around get goosebumps.

Fang Mo was quite touched but firmly declined.

Besides Puri-Puri Prisoner, Child Emperor also shed some tears. It was understandable for a little boy to be reluctant to part with someone like a father figure... plus, he was just a child, so no one said anything about his crying.

After all the S-Class heroes had said their goodbyes, other heroes came over, like the A-Class heroes Fang Mo had previously helped—Sneck, Lightning Max, and Stinger—who all came to express their thanks and say farewell.

Then, the rarely seen Mumen Rider appeared.

He came over with a shy Sonic in tow, sincerely thanking Fang Mo for his guidance over the past days, vowing to become a better hero.

Even Waganma and his father Narikin came over to thank Fang Mo.

Finally, as night fell, many people had already said their goodbyes and left.

Saitama, who had been eating all along, suddenly put down his chopsticks and walked up to Fang Mo.

"Hey, Fang Mo."

Saitama knew Fang Mo's real name and addressed him directly.

"Yes?"

Fang Mo glanced at him, not thinking much of it, assuming Saitama also wanted to bid farewell.

"About what you mentioned earlier, does it still count?"

Surprisingly, Saitama scratched his head awkwardly, looking away: "Now that you're about to leave, I was wondering if we should fulfill that promise..."

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Mo looked at Saitama, bewildered, trying to recall what he had mentioned earlier.

"Oh, I meant a sparring match." Saitama sighed: "Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine. No need to force it."

"Oh, that."

Hearing the reminder, Fang Mo suddenly recalled that there was indeed such a matter. He had mentioned it to Saitama at the very beginning. However, Saitama, thinking he was too strong, did not take it seriously. For some reason, he brought it up again today.

"Now that most of the others have left, why don't we spar for a bit?" Saitama proposed again.

"Oh, I don't have any issues with that," Fang Mo instinctively nodded. He felt it might be because they had previously teamed up to thrash a certain villain in J City. Saitama had seen his strength, and now the long-dormant desire for a challenge had been rekindled. Seeing that he was about to leave, it seemed like the last chance to bring this up.

However, the reset version of Saitama seemed a bit weak... Could he really have a good match?

"Great, you were looking forward to it, right?" Saitama said, visibly pleased that Fang Mo agreed to his request. "In that case, let's do it."

With that, Saitama excitedly assumed a fighting stance.

"Wait... You two are going to spar?" Hearing this, King's face suddenly changed, "Right here? Could you at least wait until I get home first..."

"Fight? What fight?" Before he could finish, a female voice suddenly sounded from not far away.

Everyone turned to see Fubuki walking over with a few floating trays controlled by telekinesis. Tatsumaki was also floating beside her, grumbling about "foolish sister, using telekinesis like that."

"Oh, we're going to spar a bit," Saitama replied nonchalantly when he saw Fubuki's question.

"Huh? Spar?" Hearing this, Tatsumaki was momentarily stunned. Although she knew Saitama was quite strong, in her view, Fang Mo was obviously on a different level. Wasn't he planning to leave this world? Clearly, this indicated his power wasn't of this dimension, and now Saitama wanted to duel him?

For a moment, Tatsumaki remembered her own initial encounter. She had been completely outmatched. Thinking of this, she looked at Saitama with a hint of pity and turned to her sister, "Hey, Fubuki, that baldy..."

"Sister, Saitama doesn't like that hero name," Fubuki reminded her.

"I didn't call him by his hero name," Tatsumaki retorted, "Anyway, that bald guy is probably going to get crippled. Maybe you should give up your Blizzard Group..."

"Stop calling me bald!" Saitama shouted at them.

"Sensei might actually be able to fight Mr. Fang Mo," Genos said seriously, "But Master Saitama, Mr. Fang Mo... please allow me to observe your battle. It would greatly benefit my growth."

"I don't mind, but I'm worried you might get caught in the crossfire and accidentally get killed," Fang Mo shrugged and then spoke seriously, "So, sorry, but for this fight, those without enough strength..."

"Don't even have the right to watch."

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