A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

In the afternoon, he received a call from Saitama, who teleported to the training base to retrieve the souls of the dying Asura Rhinoceros Beetle and Crocodile Monster. For him, that was already worth the price of admission.

"And this is a good thing!"

Saitama asked curiously, "What good news?"

Johnson laughed and said, "King can now defeat Dragon-level monsters on his own, which proves that our special training this week has been very effective. Isn't that a good thing?"

Saitama spread his arms wide, slamming his right fist into his left palm: "That's right! How about we celebrate with barbecue tonight?"

"No problem!" King said shyly but sincerely, "I have to thank you all for your help, Mr. Qiao Sen."

"No, it's clearly your own hard work."

During their casual conversation, Genos, who was sitting upright behind Saitama, suddenly raised his hand like an elementary school student: "Teacher!"

"What is it, Genos?"

Saitama turned his head, his eye twitching slightly: "Just say what you have to say. This isn't a classroom, you don't need to raise your hand."

Chapter 179 Genos Checks In

"Understood, Saitama-sensei!"

Genos nodded, put his hand down, and sat up straight, saying, "It's like this, the ingredients I ordered online this afternoon have been delivered downstairs by cold chain. Please allow me to pick them up as ingredients for tonight's banquet."

"Banquet...banquet?"

Saitama imagined a grand scene in his mind: a room full of guests, tables laden with delicacies, and waiters in suits rushing around him. He couldn't help but shake his head to banish this image from his mind.

“It’s just a dinner with friends, nothing as formal as Genos makes it out to be,” Saitama explained, then stopped abruptly, realizing he was probably wasting his breath, and said instead, “…Never mind, thank you for your help!”

Genos nimbly stood up and bowed to the three people present: "Yes, I'll go down now!"

boom--

The curtains on the balcony were lifted by a violent gust of wind, and in the next moment, Genos's figure had disappeared into the living room.

A bead of cold sweat hung on Saitama's forehead, and he couldn't help but go up to the balcony and look down.

A red and black delivery truck was parked downstairs, and Genos was transforming into a super mover, neatly stacking the boxes on the ground.

It was so fast that it left afterimages.

The truck driver had never seen anything like it before; he stood there dumbfounded, holding the list in his hand.

He stared blankly as Genos performed alone, unable to get a word in edgewise.

This inexplicably exciting and absurd scene made Saitama's eye twitch slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Genos really knows how to act decisively..."

“You don’t understand,” Johnson said, coming up to the balcony as well, and patted him on the shoulder. “This is youth!”

Saitama was speechless and couldn't help but retort, "...Please don't speak like a middle-aged man. I'm only 23 years old!"

"is it?"

As Johnson casually glanced at a certain hairy hard-boiled egg, he instantly gained "+999" points of Saitama's rage.

It seems like nothing was said, yet it also seems like everything was said.

(????)

……

City Z.

"Teacher! Please leave the bowls and chopsticks where they are and let me take them!"

"Teacher! Please move aside, the kitchen and bathroom floors need mopping, please come back in five minutes!"

"Teacher! Your gym uniform has been repaired. Please check it!"

"Teacher! The sneakers have just been washed. Please wait a moment, I'll dry them with the 'incineration cannon'!"

"teacher!"

"teacher!!"

……

With Genos moving in, the housekeeping star's work suddenly became much easier.

Of course, the main reason is that Saitama's attributes have recently improved, so F-Zai has focused his work on outsmarting him and collecting the card fragments, leaving him with no time to take care of the housework he used to be mainly responsible for.

However, in Saitama's eyes, the sudden appearance of such a large Genos is not necessarily all a good thing.

The most obvious change was that he found his previously spacious living space had suddenly shrunk considerably.

Whether it's getting up at night or waking up in the morning, there's always a cyborg disciple with a notebook and pen in hand, ready to record data, hiding in the dark observing your every move.

This kind of obsessive fan behavior is really disgusting, causing Saitama's sleep quality to drop sharply recently. He has droopy eye bags and looks listless. He hasn't been able to get used to it for almost a week.

"...Jenos!"

"I've already said that I'm no different from anyone else when I sleep, so could you please not suddenly appear in my room?!"

Saitama, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes and looking utterly exhausted, roared in frustration.

"Yes, Saitama-sensei!" Genos sat up straight and apologized earnestly. "I'll be more careful next time so as not to disturb your sleep."

Translated: I made a mistake, but I'll do it again next time.

Saitama: "..."

This was the first time he'd ever encountered someone so stubborn and unyielding. His patience quickly reached its breaking point, and he roared in frustration, "Don't cyborgs need to sleep?!"

"Yes!"

Genos's expression remained unchanged as he nodded in agreement, saying, "Although the design retains all the habits of a human being, the brain can actually get sufficient rest without sleep."

Saitama: "..."

—Hmm? Am I discussing the performance of the machine with you?

(☉_☉)

"I'm back!"

On the balcony, a handsome young man landed gracefully.

As was his habit, Johnson changed into his slippers, walked into the living room with his head down, and snapped his fingers.

Rice tahini beans!

The Stand ability was activated, and two large packages of groceries, each filled with plastic bags from a supermarket, were unsealed from the fantasy card, appearing out of thin air and floating in the air.

"The supermarket had a special sale today, so I bought a lot of groceries."

"...Huh? What! Is today a supermarket sale day?!" Saitama was struck dumb. His arm trembled as he grabbed the calendar, glanced at it, and immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again. "I've been preparing for a week, and I forgot again!!"

Genos's pupils contracted as he realized his teacher was in unprecedented trouble. He glanced at the wall clock and frantically calculated in his mind how to get to the supermarket within five minutes to purchase the discounted items.

Johnson's eye twitched: "...Don't forget it, Genos, it's not a big deal."

Genos paused, then obediently stopped. "Eh, really, Mr. Johnson?"

“Of course it’s true!” Johnson waved his hand, and two large bags of ingredients floated to Genos’s front. “I bought a lot of ingredients, enough for the three of us. But Genos, I’ll have to trouble you to prepare the ingredients.”

"Received! Please rest assured that I will handle it!"

Genos had tied on his apron at some point, strode forward, grabbed two large packages, and headed straight for the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Johnson sat down on the sofa, glanced at Saitama who was still lying dead on the floor, and casually turned on the TV.

The familiar free disaster channel appeared on the TV screen. Johnson didn't pick and choose, just watched the disaster news anchors reporting on the disaster situation in various cities, and he watched with great interest.

Well, these are just minor skirmishes below the Ghost level. The world is still quite peaceful right now!

"Need I say more?" Saitama slithered from the tatami mat onto the sofa like a caterpillar, stretching out his hand and yawning. "Genos is great in every way, except his thought process is a bit off."

"If this spying continues, I feel I need to go to the hospital to see how to treat my neurasthenia!"

"Don't go," Johnson kindly comforted her, "The treatment and medication for that area are very expensive."

Saitama: "..."

"Really? Then forget it."

Saitama sprang to his feet with a somersault, looking energetic.

So-called neurasthenia symptoms are instantly cured in the face of an empty wallet.

Chapter 180 Qiao Sen Decides to Try

"However, Genos's bad habit of going out at night is still a problem!"

Saitama's expression was more serious than ever before as he earnestly asked, "Johnson, what do you think I should do?"

"What can I do? I don't have any apprentices, so don't ask me!"

Qiao Sen gave him a strange look, then spread his hands irresponsibly: "I'll spoil my own disciple."

Saitama: "..."