Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

"Mosquito Girl understood that she no longer had any chance to stop the slap from coming."

"The humiliating slap shone like a nuclear bomb in the sky above Z City."

"The Mosquito Girl vanished without a trace in an instant after that slap."

"On the side of the high-rise building, only a large amount of blood remained, smeared all over the wall."

Everything was exactly as the voice in my head said.

Genos stared in shock as the Mosquito Girl, who had nearly killed him instantly, was slapped against the wall.

Genos stared blankly at the scene.

"That is to say..."

"That's right, Saitama won."

"The strongest record will be etched in Z City."

Chapter 28 A True Fighting Scholar

Saitama closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and opened his arms to welcome the joy of victory.

Although he didn't know why Morion kept talking in his head, he had to admit that it was actually quite entertaining.

“Sir over there,” Genos, now only half his original self, struggled to sit up, “please tell me your name.”

Genos recalled the voice in his head just now.

"Excuse me, are you Saitama?"

Saitama opened his eyes, looked at Genos lying on the ground, and replied:

"Yes, I am Saitama."

Genos seemed to be slightly electrified, with crackling sparks flashing intermittently.

He pulled himself up a little.

"Please accept me as your apprentice," he said with difficulty.

"Oh, um," Saitama replied casually, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Me?" He pointed to himself.

“Yes!” Genos answered with absolute certainty.

"Um... I think you're a little out of it right now." Saitama's bald head reflected the sunlight. "You should think about it more yourself."

"No need, Saitama-sensei, I've already made up my mind."

"Why did you call me teacher right away?"

“Because it’s a respectful term for a teacher!” Genos replied immediately.

"Why can't you understand human language?" Saitama felt that Genos was being a bit too stubborn.

At that moment, a hand reached out from behind Genos, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and lifted the half-dead Genos up with one hand.

Genos instinctively looked back.

"By the way, how are you planning to get back?" Morion asked, shaking half of Genos in one hand.

The voice appeared directly in my mind; it sounded familiar—it was the voice that had been narrating earlier.

It was this voice that interrupted his self-destruction, leading him to conclude that it must be a good person.

“Don’t worry, I can call for help,” Genos replied.

“Oh, is that so?” Morion nodded. “Well, I also need to go to the city center, or I can just give you a ride.”

"Morrain, what are you going to do in the central area?" Saitama asked curiously.

"I need to go to the Z City branch of the Hero Association to book my hero exam for this weekend," Morion replied with a smile. "I've come all this way, wouldn't it be a huge waste not to try my hand at being a hero?"

"Finally?" Saitama tilted his head.

"Yes, and there are subsidies too. As long as you're a professional hero, you'll get a subsidy even if you do absolutely nothing every day. Although if you don't do anything for a week, your hero status will be revoked."

"Subsidy!" Saitama immediately caught the key word. "I want to go too."

“Yes, there are subsidies.” Moraine put one hand on her hip. “By the way, if you call yourself a hero without registering, you’ll be considered a pervert in this country.”

"How could this be?!"

"So you used to be a bald, caped weirdo, huh?" Morion pointed out.

"Ah!" Saitama's expression turned ashen.

"So, if you ask me, I'd say the brains of everyone here have been parasitized by microbial monsters, right? They're all pretty abnormal."

Morion shook Genos in his hand and asked Saitama:

So, do you want to come along?

Saitama recalled the three years he spent eating discounted food every day and said very seriously:

"I'm going!"

“Then let’s go together.” Morion looked at Genos in his hand. “Can I take you to the police station?”

"Just leave it at the lost and found."

Genos thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"OK."

He can just call the doctor to come and pick him up when the time comes.

“Let’s go then.” Morion suddenly pointed to Saitama’s bald head. “Speaking of which, is this really alright?”

"What?" Saitama slapped his head in confusion.

"Om..."

A mosquito floated up from above.

"Ah! Didn't I kill them all?!"

"How come there are still survivors!"

"Don't run away!"

As Saitama watched the mosquito fly away in exasperation, Mori chuckled.

I'm so sorry I couldn't satisfy Mr. Mosquito.

But then again, the mosquito must have been full.

Saitama, you're such a wimp. I'll probably forget about you in a minute.

By the way, I wonder if I could subdue Saitama if I split into mosquito-like offspring?

Mori looked at Saitama, lost in thought.

Once Saitama had completely gotten rid of the mosquitoes, Morion picked up Genos's other half from the ground not far away, carrying one in each hand, and walked towards the center area.

They are currently in the outer district of Z City. Although it is a little distance from the city center, it is not far, and they don't even need to take a taxi.

Morion and Saitama walked side by side along the roadside

Morion continued chatting idly with Saitama:

"But speaking of which, wouldn't it be better to just book the exam online?" Saitama felt that Morion's decision to go directly to the exam site was a bit unnecessary.

Morion rarely went out before.

“Oh, that?” Morion replied, “Because I’m going to the outskirts of Z City on the other side, and I happen to be passing through there.”

"Besides, we're already out now, and we're not far from our destination."

"I heard there's a martial arts school over there, and their kung fu is really good. I'd like to go check it out."

"The dojo of S-Class Rank 3 Silver Fang Bang?" Genos asked, being carried on his shoulder.

“Yes.” Morion nodded.

"I see." Saitama nodded. "By the way, why did you suddenly want to learn martial arts?"

"Why?" Morion thought for a moment and replied, "I have to have some ability to protect myself."

"I've heard that learning martial arts takes a lot of time," Saitama said, arms crossed behind his head. "Do you really have that much time?"

“Don’t say that,” Moraine said with a smile. “Although you may not be able to tell, I am a real ‘fighting scholar’.”

"Why call him 'Fighting Scholar'?" Saitama asked. "Wouldn't it be better to call him a Fighter or a Fighting Master?"

“Because I really am a ‘fighting scholar’,” Moraine said matter-of-factly.

"Ah... I don't understand."

“It’s okay if you don’t understand. Just remember that I am a true ‘fighting scholar’.” Morion looked at Saitama.

Saitama blinked, indicating that he had remembered.

Moraine looked away and took a moment to sense it.

The martial arts scholar did not feel any digestion from the potion.

Saitama must have remembered that Morion was a "fighting scholar".

It seems that although he is powerful, he lacks the "status" required for digesting magical potions in the mysterious world. Playing Saitama might be no different from playing any ordinary person.

Soon, the two arrived at the police station.

Moraine handed over half of Genos, one on top and one on the bottom.

"Officer, I found this on the roadside."

"Quickly praise me for returning the lost money."

"While you're at it, please also handle the lost and found."

"Thank you."