A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

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Many of these issues ultimately end up as mutual wrangling or even fizzling out.

This can be considered one of the unwritten rules in the hero industry.

For example, in Z City, it seems that Qiao Sen led the way, and none of the four S-class heroes who registered in Z City had the habit of properly reporting their battle results.

As their top liaison, Lani's workload was once astonishing.

But it was precisely because of her hard work and perseverance that she rose to the position of branch manager.

drop--

"minister!"

A subordinate's voice came through the communicator. Lani pressed the instant call button and replied briefly, "Go ahead."

The subordinate responded efficiently, "Through big data analysis, the public relations department has discovered that the recent negative public opinion surrounding the 'Hair-Lobed Man' is showing signs of exploding!"

"Hmm?" Lani frowned, clearly not expecting this situation. "How did this generate such a negative public opinion spike? Explain in detail!"

"Uh... yes!"

The voice on the communicator paused for a moment, as if organizing its thoughts.

"Most people still question whether that person's strength matches S-class combat power. There are also rumors that he has been insidiously working with the 'demon cyborgs' all along, deliberately stealing the credits of other S-class heroes, and even..."

Chapter 303 You can still come over and hit me through the internet!

Lanny's face grew increasingly dark as she listened, and she asked, "Even what?"

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The subordinate was startled by Lanny's clenched teeth, but for the sake of the job, he had no choice but to continue reporting cautiously.

"Some even say that the 'Hairless Cape Hero' looks like a complete slacker, and that his exaggerated heroic achievements must have been fabricated by the association!"

"...It's utterly absurd."

Lani couldn't help but facepalm after hearing this, feeling a vein bulge on her forehead and an urge to hit someone.

—These idiots… Sorry, a lady shouldn't swear…

—I can't stand it anymore! Don't these idiots have eyes?!

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Or are they launching attacks based on appearances without even watching the hero combat videos released by the Hero Association?

Absolutely abominable!

Lani tapped her fingers on the table, exuding the aura of a powerful woman. She said, "Grab the relevant keywords, put pressure on various platforms to delete the posts, and also on the media and individuals. Anyone who dares to follow the trend or fabricate false information, have the legal department work overtime to send lawyer's letters. If the impact is too serious, we will deal with them directly!"

"Yes, Minister!"

"Oh, right."

Lani was about to leave the live chat channel when she thought for a moment and added, "Compile a list of the accounts that spread the most outrageous rumors and their real-name information, and send it to me."

"Roger that!"

After hanging up the call, Lani picked up the phone on the table and dialed a contact number that was saved in position 1.

"Lord Johnson, excuse me, there's something I feel I need to report to you..."

……

Justice League Forum.

"The S-class 'Hair-Lobed Man' is trash, come and argue if you disagree!"

"The S-Class Hero Disaster Performance Record of a Scoundrel".

Saitama from Z City is a prime example of a treacherous hero.

"Is it taking advantage of others or stealing credit? I strongly suggest that Genos distance himself from the shameless villain Saitama!!"

《……》

A blond-haired man sat in a rented room, frantically typing on a secondhand keyboard stained with grease.

"It's just about blocking the collapsing building. Anyone could do that, right?"

"Those monsters he eliminated weren't actually powerful monsters at all, were they?"

"S-rank? Just from this person joining, it's clear that it's nothing but a publicity stunt!"

"Don't even mention him. If it were me teaming up with the 'Cyborg,' we could just as easily slaughter everyone!!"

"I have solid evidence that Saitama stole the credit. Reply 'The blond-haired man is the most handsome' and send it privately."

"..."

The entire rented room, including the toilet, was about 10 square meters. The bedside was filthy, piled with cigarette butts and a ramen noodle bucket crawling with flies.

Even with such a miserable life, the blond-haired man, hunched over his keyboard, still moved like a war god, typing 29 keys per second to engage in a verbal battle with the crowd.

Once he'd outmaneuvered a normal person who was too lazy to bother with him, the blond guy, having won the online battle, excitedly looked at the rows of his "works" on the screen. His malnourished and sleep-deprived face was contorted with the joy of venting his desires and achieving a spiritual victory.

The next second he slumped into the worn-out gaming chair with exposed foam, as if entering a state of post-coital meditation, too lazy to move an inch.

You have a new text message. Please check your inbox.

The forum reply notification sound, set to a sweet, girlish voice, rang out, and the blond-haired guy immediately perked up.

"Let me see which little cutie dares to jump out and challenge my authority..."

With his clumsy hands, Huang Mao operated the mouse and clicked on the latest reply to one of the posts, where he saw the last comment.

“If you did anything even remotely, you wouldn’t do nothing at all.”

Yellow Hair: ?

What did he say?

It seems like something was said, but it also seems like nothing was said?

The blond-haired man glared at him, immediately yelling "Typists, come here!" and grabbed a keyboard to fight back: "You're a piece of shit, and you dare to talk nonsense on my turf?!"

Amidst the crackling of hammering, the flames of war spread, and an epic battle erupted in an instant. New message notifications, like the constant roar of artillery fire, filled the air, and the number of posts visibly increased by over 100.

"You're a giant in the online world but a dwarf in real life. I could take on 10 of you offline."

The other party's contemptuous attitude infuriated the blond-haired man, who then laughed in anger and typed sarcastically: "Mind your own business! I'm a giant! What can you do if you're unhappy? Hehehe, what? You think you can come over through the internet and beat me up?"

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, according to the turn-based combat rules of the game, it was clear that the opponent had been defeated.

Yellow Hair scoffed, grinning like a victorious rooster, and got up to open a bottle of soda to celebrate.

Just as he opened a glass bottle of soda and was about to pour it into his mouth, the dimly lit space of the rented room seemed to blur for a moment, and two scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness.

(._.)

(?(?Д??)

A burly, imposing figure looked down at the blond-haired man. With a "crack," the bottled soda he hadn't even had a chance to drink shattered on the ground. The blond-haired man, seeing the faint glow of blond hair and blood-red eyes in the darkness, suddenly felt his legs give way and collapsed to the ground.

"So you think you're all that, 'I'm arrogant, what can you do to me?'"

Qiao Sen glanced at the smoke-filled room, frowned, then looked at the forum webpage that was still open on the screen, and casually said, "Alright, now that I'm here, how are you going to die?"

"I'm not!!" the blond-haired man shouted in terror, his expression freezing for a moment. "Wait...you...you're 'Wing Chun Qiao Wen'?!"

Johnson smiled kindly: "It's me."

"No!!"

Huang Mao screamed and tried to escape, but was caught by Qiao Sen's iron hand and pulled back in mid-air.

"Look at how many rumors you've spread online!" Josen asked coldly, shoving the blond-haired man's neck against the screen. "Do you know you're wrong?"

"I……"

"How dare you resist!"

Qiao Sen's eyes sharpened, and he interrupted the spell with a shout.

Yellow Hair: "...Huh?"

—Wait, wait! I'm willing to admit my mistake!!

"You like to swear, huh!"

"Headshot keyboard kill!"

boom!

"……what!"

"Super Healing" activated!!

The blond-haired man, his head bleeding profusely, was momentarily dazed and dumbfounded.

—Ouch…wait, I got hit? Or maybe not?