Well-Rounded : OPM X Invincible Fan Fic

Chapter 43: You own me one...

This is a work of fan fiction based on Invincible and OPM, created by their original authors. I do not own any of the characters or settings from the original work, and no copyright infringement is intended. This fanfic is created solely for entertainment purposes.

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The boiling lake of molten rock glowed bright orange and the surrounding landscape roar in a blazing hellscape. The trees, the grass, and the flowers burn to ash. Thick stacks of smoke climbed up to the sky with the assistances of the blowing wind. The birds and elk were nothing more than scorched husks of charred flesh and cracking bones, or simple be nothing but black dust on the sizzling earth surrounding the lava lake.

Only the fiery landscape dominated the area, yet movement became apparent as a huge dome of molten rock, in the middle of the lava lake, slowly rises like fermenting dough. The molten fluid's surface tension struggle to hold on to itself and it eventually ripped apart. A steaming, completely naked, bald man stood with his arms flared out.

The amount force he waved out with his arms splashed the molten earth out of its basin. Leaving only trickles of molten slag falling back to the back lake bed.

"Huu! Made it..." he said as he looked down on the ground.

He used four of his fingers and struck deep into the dirt. The dept reaching the just below his elbows. With a slow and calm tug, the charcoal bed cracked like an egg shell. With the same care a person would do when eating a boiled egg. Saitama simply peeled off the dirt chunk and gasses spewed out in a sharp his. Smokes of super-heated vapor rose to the sky and revealed a soaked sweaty mess of a muscular curling in on a small child.

Nolan put his body on the like to ensure Mark would come out alive. But he didn't account for an unexpected savior to swoop in to protect them both.

"You two good down there?" The bald man asked. Cool and collected as he addresses them.

"W-What?"

The viltrumite could have sworn that the strike would probably render him dead after the flash. His exhausted mind still at an all time high and had questions flying around.

"H-How did... How??"

He could only ask from the absurdity of the situation. He knew enough that the vitrumite race have a particular weakness for high intense temperature that their superior natural healing has rendered useless. For him to be alive and his child was simply mind boggling.

"Uhh... Nolan? You good there, buddy?" Saitama called down to them.

"Better get them out..." our naked hero decided.

The bald man hopped into the holed and slid down bare feet. One hand scrapping the sides of harden soil and acting as his anchored on the descend.

"I did make it in time, right?" Saitama asked himself as he recalled the clutch save.

---Flashback---

At the moment the high energy beam was about to strike down the father and son, Saitama's hands had already dug deep into the ground at close proximity to the two. He clenched his fingers and clamp down thumbs and literally grasping the dirt as if it is one solid object.

*Normal Series: Mini Table Top Flip*

He leaned forwards, his muscular arms lifting up. The dirt chunk he held popped out of its place like tearing out a part of a piece of bread and swiftly turned it over. This flipped the father and son down under the dirt chunk and got buried alive. The lean Saitama performed gave leverage for his legs, that are lowered and bent, to contract and push the naked man into a swan dive. He flopped on the flipped underground dirt like a dead fish.