A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Well, given the crimes it committed, it deserved to die.

“Thank you,” Johnson patted Genos on the shoulder and nodded with a smile. “I understand.”

Genos nodded politely: "You're too kind."

Upon entering the room, Saitama was lying on a cushion watching TV. The coffee table in front of him was piled with high-end snacks that were rarely seen. On the tatami mat in front of his head, there was a large watermelon cut in half and with a straw inserted.

Without a doubt, they were all bought for him by Genos.

"Hey, Johnson, you're back?"

Qiao Sen nodded, snatched a bag of Saitama snacks from the coffee table, tore it open and started eating, saying, "I've been back for a while now."

"Sorry, I wasn't in a good mood and didn't notice you came back."

Saitama did indeed look down, resembling a gloomy old man from Maruko-chan, seemingly still reeling from the bad news of not being able to buy discounted ingredients.

"Hehe, are you unhappy because of the weirdo who appeared in the supermarket during the day?"

"Huh?" Saitama instantly switched to his powerhouse mode, staring with dead fish eyes. He glanced at Genos hanging clothes on the balcony and said, "You know?"

“Yes, Genos told me,” Johnson said, betraying the polite cyborg boy without hesitation, “and I have a question after hearing it.”

Saitama, still with a deadpan expression, asked, "...What?"

Johnson asked seriously, "You smashed the weirdo and the warehouse to pieces, didn't the supermarket ask you for compensation?"

"what……"

A bead of cold sweat dripped from Saitama's forehead; the strong mode lasted for less than 10 seconds before reverting to the weak mode.

Saitama scratched the back of his head, looking exasperated, and said, "Do I need to pay compensation for defeating a monster?"

As Qiao Sen watched F Zai disappear after succeeding, he laughed and said, "Well, the warehouse didn't do anything wrong after all."

Saitama was stunned, then reluctantly nodded, and asked with a pained expression, "How much compensation would that be?"

"Since it's a supermarket's cold storage warehouse, the area must be quite large. Add in the costs of labor, site, equipment, etc., charging you several hundred to tens of millions of yen shouldn't be unreasonable, right?"

Saitama: "..."

Sweat poured down Saitama's forehead like a waterfall, and suddenly the chilled, freshly squeezed watermelon juice on his lips didn't taste so good anymore.

"Then, Johnson, what should I do?"

Saitama couldn't help but shudder, as if the supermarket's debt collectors would kick open the door and rush in at any moment, kidnap him, and force him to work to pay back the money.

"Actually, this is easy to handle, and it's about the right time."

Saitama:?

He looked puzzled: "What time is it?"

Johnson gave a wicked smile, snapped his fingers, and said with burning eyes, "Go register with the Hero Association and become a hero, Saitama!"

"Register to become a hero?"

Saitama felt uncomfortable under Johnson's gaze. He frowned and said, "It sounds like a company operation model. Doesn't that mean my previous hobby has become my job? And if I join a company, I'll inevitably have to accept orders from my superiors, right?"

"This feels a bit troublesome!"

Chapter 232 The One-Month Term Has Arrived

Saitama said a lot, but it all boils down to one sentence.

Afraid of trouble.

"Hey, none of these are problems."

While eating snacks, Johnson used King as an example, saying, "You know, King joined the Hero Association a long time ago, but he only recently officially joined as an S-class hero."

"S-rank?" Saitama thought for a moment, recalling that fans had previously referred to Johnson as S-rank, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it the same hero rank as you, Johnson?"

“That’s right,” Johnson nodded, explaining the significance and authority of S-rank to him, and then said, “Once you become an S-rank hero, you don’t need to care about what you call orders from superiors. If it’s something you don’t want to do, you can refuse it.”

"I see..." Saitama was somewhat intrigued after hearing this, but his expression still showed some hesitation. "But..."

"No buts," Johnson interrupted. "Once you register as a hero, you won't have to worry about compensation for damage to facilities caused by hero activities. The association has a special fund to handle subsequent compensation and cleanup."

Saitama raised an eyebrow, as if he wanted to say something more: "Um..."

"The Hero Association pays high salaries to high-ranking heroes!" Johnson interrupted Saitama's spellcasting again, offering a reason he couldn't refuse. "And there are extra high bonuses for defeating monsters in hero activities."

"That's it..."

Saitama's brows relaxed, his eyes suddenly became incredibly clear, and he said earnestly, "Then I'll register tomorrow morning!"

Seeing Saitama enter serious mode, Johnson couldn't help but chuckle; this guy was as easy to persuade as ever.

He glanced at the cyborg boy who had finished hanging the laundry and walked in from the balcony, and said, "By the way, Genos, come along too."

"Registering to become a professional hero? If it's the teacher's decision, then I have no problem with it." Genos overheard the two's conversation from the balcony and then said, "I know where the hero assessment is located. If you're going tomorrow, I can show you the way."

"Ah, the hero assessment?"

Saitama looked surprised and scratched his head, saying, "Registering to become a hero, isn't it just like going to a bank and filling out a few forms? There's even an assessment required!"

He originally thought that for someone like him who had been participating in hero activities for over a year, registering as a hero was just a matter of signing his name.

If there's anything in this world he's not good at, it's going to school and taking exams.

"Teacher, filling out the forms is only part of the registration process. Because there are so many people who want to become heroes, the hero assessment was set up as a screening threshold."

Before Johnson could speak, Genos stepped forward to explain, "But don't worry, teacher! According to the information I found online, the Hero Association's selection process consists of a physical test and a written exam. I believe that with your abilities, teacher, you will definitely be selected!"

“I see,” Saitama said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand. “As a hero, physical fitness should be more important, right?”

"Okay, I know!"

Johnson smiled without saying a word as he watched Saitama regain his confidence.

Judging from his expression, he probably thought that the physical test accounted for most of the score in the hero assessment, and that he could pass the written test by just writing something casually.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably have to start as a C-rank hero when he participates in the hero assessment.

This is where Johnson needs to step in.

Johnson's plan is to form an "S-Class Joint Recommendation Team" by uniting "Tornado of Terror", "Silver Fang", "The Strongest on Earth" and himself.

The predecessor of the recommendation group was naturally the long-established mysterious hero organization, the "Hot Pot Group" headquartered in Z City.

Genos, who has mastered the Flowing Fist, also possesses S-class combat power, but Johnson did not include him this time.

After all, this kid is a newcomer like Saitama. He has the ability, but he hasn't established a voice yet.

Since I took the lead on this matter, it should carry enough weight.

Oh, right, we can also mention "Atomic Samurai," who was beaten up by Saitama.

Although this guy is arrogant, he still highly respects those who can defeat him.

The "Atomic Samurai," who was leading his swordsman disciples in arduous training in the desolate wilderness, thought: "...Achoo! Strange, why do I suddenly have the feeling that I'm being targeted by a powerful figure!"

This brings the total number of S-level members in the recommendation team to five.

With the joint recommendation of five S-rank heroes, if the association officials in charge of the review process can still collectively go blind, Qiao Sen wouldn't mind going to City A and soloing the Hero Association like a dungeon.

Those who are simply blind can be given the Sharingan directly, while the corrupt members within the association can be thrown to feed the monsters they keep underground.

So happily decided!

After finishing his snacks, Qiao Sen clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "Well, you guys keep chatting, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"Ok!"

"So early?"

It was still early before his usual rest period, so Johnson wasn't really planning to go to sleep.

Back in the afternoon, F-zai had already given a notification that the cooldown of "Walking of Fate" had ended and that the time travel operation could be performed at any time.

Wasn't it because I spent the day shopping with Tornado that I got delayed?

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In addition, the collection of fragment cards has reached the expected level, and even exceeded the number required for one fusion.

[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] ×198

[Can be fused!]

Fusion requires: 160 Limiter Fragments

However, this "limiter breakthrough" was intended for F-zai's personal use, so Johnson wasn't in a hurry.

Anyway, each fusion will yield several hundred or even thousands of fragment cards in the future, and his current resource reserves are less than 200 cards. His small goal is to hoard 998 cards first.

F-zai: ?

[Is this even human language? I'm in a hurry!!]

"Relax, we're going out to have fun anyway, there's no rush," Johnson said while taking a shower, seeing F-Zai staring at him with a death stare. "What if this upgrade is too big and they demolish Saitama's house?"

F-zai still had a deadpan expression. Qiao Sen, his head covered in shampoo bubbles, said, "How about we fuse first, and then upgrade when we get to other worlds?"

After listening and thinking for a moment, F-zai felt that what the original said was still somewhat human. As he activated his ability, he stepped into the void and disappeared.