A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Tornado habitually crossed her arms, a hint of disdain on her face: "Hmph, I'd like to see what tricks you're up to... Wait..."

However, the next second, her small mouth opened slightly, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Chapter 319 Tornado's Memories

Tornado tried to recall something, but her mind went blank.

—Who told me this information...?

—Damn it, I have absolutely no recollection of it!

Realizing just how precious the memories she had lost were, Tornado's small chest heaved as her anger surged!

If Sitch saw this scene, he would definitely take out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat covering his entire forehead.

This pot-bellied man with the big nose is arguably the man in the world who knows Tornado the best, besides Johnson and Blast.

Sic (puffing out his belly): That's right, it is I, the S-class exclusive liaison!

Here it goes again, this little devil is about to start again!!

(?▽?)

As the tornado's fury intensified, the entire pure white world seemed to grow even quieter.

In the past, tons of telekinetic energy would have already gathered around her like the most loyal army.

Even the Earth, which nurtures humankind, will tremble in terror before this terrifying force that transcends the boundaries of mind and reality!

But now...

The green, telekinetic ocean that should have surged dramatically did not appear, and nothing happened in the pure white world.

Tornado was stunned, only then realizing that not only was a piece of her memory missing, but her usually effortless telekinesis was also completely unresponsive!

However, the bad news seems to end there.

The floral dress she was wearing had somehow turned into a pale, sickly lab coat, and her already petite hands and feet seemed to have shrunk even more!

"There was nothing to begin with, so don't let it shrink any further..."

A familiar, sarcastic voice faintly echoed in her ears, a pleasant male voice carrying a warmth that Tornado cherished.

Who is speaking in my mind?!

As the sound faded away, Tornado, regaining her senses, couldn't recall any connection between the speaker and herself.

As things began to spiral out of control, she froze, her expression growing increasingly grim.

Based on the information available, I am clearly back to my childhood self!

Dead memories suddenly resurrected, and that unbearable past suddenly attacked her relentlessly!

……

Beyond the dimension of the mind.

The handsome young man instinctively raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Beside him was another handsome guy in a suit casting a disdainful look at him.

F崽: 菜 (cài, meaning "vegetarian" or "clumsy").

I just unconsciously started complaining, mainly because Johnson's will was in a semi-descending state and could easily overwhelm this temporarily constructed mental dimension.

At such close proximity, his voice traveled directly into Tornado's consciousness.

Fortunately, he reacted in time; otherwise, if Lu Huana had noticed, the gears of fate that were just trying to turn forward would have stalled!

How can that work!

Johnson was really looking forward to seeing how furious and exasperated a certain white-haired Herrscher would be when she discovered the truth.

Hilarious! He actually still wants to win!

……

Within the dimension of the mind.

! !

Tornado's face lost some color, and her eyes held a complex mix of anger and cowardice.

Memories sealed deep within her consciousness quietly surfaced, attacking her once more like a nightmare!

A chill ran down his spine, and Tornado, his jaw clenching, turned around angrily, raising his hands to try and gather his superpowers once more!

The anticipated telekinetic power failed to materialize. She lowered her hand in a daze, staring blankly at the scene before her.

Suddenly, a huge floor-to-ceiling window appeared in front of Tornado, reflecting the image of a terrified little girl with green hair and such a helpless look in her eyes!

Young, pitiful, helpless...

So, this is what I'm really like?

Tornado felt a sudden, inexplicable unease. Through the mirror-like floor-to-ceiling window, the little girl with terrified eyes kept turning her head back and forth, looking left and right in a panic.

Boom boom boom! ! !

As the little tornado observed, countless bricks and steel bars fell like rain into the originally empty, boundless, pure white space.

The building materials, falling like raindrops, were precisely joined together, forming towering, lead-gray walls amidst a deafening roar.

At this moment, the pure white world is undergoing a dramatic transformation into something Tornado least wants to talk about.

Little Tornado felt a chill under her feet and realized she was barefoot on a cold alloy floor, surrounded by cold walls that felt like a cage.

Outside the cold, imposing iron railings was a deep, dark corridor leading into the night.

Little Tornado's heart trembled, and her fragile, cold body shuddered as if by muscle memory.

Isn't this the laboratory where I and my sister were imprisoned when we were kids?

—How is this possible! How could I be back here again?!

"It's a lie!! This place clearly no longer exists..."

Where the little tornado couldn't see, strands of deep purple energy, gleaming with a dangerous luster, meandered from a great distance behind her, spreading upwards like snakes along her smooth toes.

Without a sound, her petite body had been largely eroded by the malicious energy.

Twisted and eerie deep purple energy patterns climbed upwards along the fair neck, making the young face appear particularly strange under the purple light.

Everything seemed to have reached a point of no return.

In this war of moral decay, it seems that the mastermind behind the scenes, who wore an innocent smile, has emerged victorious.

At this moment, Little Tornado's consciousness was gradually fading.

From her somber perspective, a pair of fair and warm arms descended from behind, gently encircling her front.

"Come back, come back to your mother's embrace, my child."

"……Mother?"

As if a formatting keyword had been triggered, Little Tornado's dazed eyes refocused and visibly evolved into a simple, powerful style.

The long-lost dead fish eyes and spinach head have reappeared; this is the complete form of Tornado!

"Hey, I'm telling you...aren't you mistaken about something?"

Little Tornado put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and stared coldly at the presence behind her with her impatient, dead-fish eyes.

"In my memory, there is no such luxury as family affection."

"Uh……"

A startled voice suddenly rang out from the void.

The pristine white figure behind him paused, her angelic smile freezing on her face.

Their eyes met, and the manifested consciousness of collapse twitched at the corner of its mouth.

—No, something's not right!

The deep purple energy that had almost completely occupied the little tornado suddenly erupted, tearing apart the seemingly peaceful lab coat and revealing a purple body that was almost completely corrupted by the Honkai.

The burst of energy surged straight towards the little tornado's head, seemingly aiming to erode her brain in one fell swoop and seize the final victory!

However, as the small tornado entered the strongman mode, the originally one-sided battle suddenly became a stalemate.

Chapter 320 Queen vs. Queen

The deep purple energy jet, poised for victory, lingered in the air, resembling a blooming, alluring flower.

As she sensed her lost memories and power rapidly returning, Little Tornado's lips curled into an extremely dangerous, icy smile.

"That's enough. I could go through these awful memories more than once..."

The little tornado pouted, and the deep purple energy that almost completely occupied its body seemed to tremble with extreme unwillingness. In the end, it was completely suppressed by the terrifying power that was awakening and gradually faded away in the opposite direction.

"I've just gradually gotten used to having someone to rely on."

As the little tornado continued talking to herself, her body grew a little larger with each drop of energy she absorbed.