A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"That's it..."

Johnson also realized that Stands have no physical form, and the necessities of food and water for humans are meaningless to a spiritual entity.

"Why don't you try making breakfast?"

Faced with the unreasonable demands of the original body, the fantasy card that had just acquired a humanoid body hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to take the frying pan and cups that were being controlled by telekinesis.

Looking at the Stand who was earnestly preparing breakfast, Johnson was moved to tears. After traveling for more than half a year, he finally achieved the freedom to cook. Shouldn't he go and celebrate with Saitama and the others?

Although in other people's eyes, there is no essential difference between cooking with a stand-in and cooking with telekinesis.

A steaming hot breakfast was served, and Johnson took a bite with great anticipation. How to describe the taste?

Whether it's the proportion of seasonings or the control of the heat, it's exactly the same as my own cooking, just like eating breakfast I made myself.

But this is not the point.

He gestured for the stand-in who had finished his work and was floating beside him to sit down across the table.

While eating, Qiao Sen asked, "Although we have a spiritual link, why don't you give yourselves a name? It's too troublesome to always use your full name—mainly because it's easy for readers to criticize you for padding your word count if you keep using a four-character alias."

Upon hearing this, Fantasy Cards paused for a moment, nodded solemnly, and fell into thought.

After a short while, he seemed to have made a decision, and calmly but seriously said, "F."

“F? Just take the first letter? That’s too easy…” Johnson put the last piece of fried egg into his mouth. “Then let’s call him ‘F-zai’. It’s a simple and friendly nickname, and it sounds nice with a touch of playfulness. That’s decided.”

F-Zai: "..." (Whatever makes you happy.)

Today's breakfast ended in a harmonious atmosphere. Without Johnson's reminder, F-zai appeared on his own to clean up the mess, expertly going into the kitchen to run water and wash the dishes. Finally, after confirming that there was not a trace of dirt or water on the clean dishes, he silently floated back to his original body and disappeared.

Look, what is professionalism?

This is called professionalism!

If it weren't for the fact that the image of a muscular man in a black and white apron was too explicit, Johnson would have dressed his stunt double in a complete Genos-style housekeeping outfit.

Chapter 49 Skipping Work Operation

Johnson lay comfortably on the sofa, watching his stunt double's movements, when he suddenly exclaimed that he had discovered a new world.

"Having a postpartum nanny at home definitely makes things much more convenient!"

A handsome face in pale purple suddenly appeared in the void, its sharp, knife-like gaze shooting straight at you.

"Uh……"

Noticing the death stare from F-zai, Qiao Sen blushed, a rare occurrence for him.

He then remembered that the current version had fixed the bug where the Stand couldn't physically attack people.

It's best not to be too arrogant!

The man chuckled awkwardly, slightly toning down his ugly capitalist demeanor.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Don't overthink it. What I mean is, Grade B 'precision' is definitely more suitable for things like housework."

Having foreseen his fate of being exploited, F-zai gave a disdainful look that said, "You old geezer, you're really bad. I don't believe you for a second," before sinking into the void and disappearing.

Johnson even temporarily awakened his X-ray vision and saw the internationally recognized friendly gesture that the man made in the void before leaving.

Sigh, is this what happiness is for capitalists?

The person slumped back onto the sofa, hands behind their head, a smile playing on their lips, and immediately dismissed their earlier immature idea.

No, you can't even imagine the happiness of capitalists!

……

After leaving the apartment, Johnson walked the streets of Z City and made two phone calls.

The first call I made to the bureau was answered by Xingzi.

"This is the Special Affairs Section. May I ask what brings you here?"

"Hey, Xingzi, you're at the station so early?"

"...It's already 8:40, Section Chief. Shouldn't this be normal working hours?"

Xingzi recognized Qiao Sen's voice, and her previously energetic tone immediately deflated.

A muffled thud came from the other end of the radio, as if her chin had slammed directly onto the table.

"Ha, is that so?" Qiao Sen chuckled, trying to hide the fact that he had forgotten about normal working hours. "By the way, I have some things to take care of today, so I won't be reporting to the bureau."

"..." Kyoko was silent for two seconds, then let out a furious roar of impotence, "With the section chief's current superpowers, reporting to the station should be a piece of cake, right? So someone just wants to skip work, doesn't he!"

Qiao Sen subconsciously moved his phone away, and only after the energetic roar from the other end of the line temporarily subsided did he pick it up again and continue, "Hey, hey, don't worry about such details. My dear subordinates, keep up the good work today!"

"Then please, our inconsiderate section chief, stop calling and hogging our precious connection and interfering with the Special Affairs Section's normal operations! Over!"

beep...

Hearing the busy tone from the other end of the radio, Qiao Sen blinked. The deputy section chief was able to speak such a long passage without punctuation in one breath; his lung capacity was truly impressive.

This character card was definitely worth using!

Immediately afterwards, he dialed the number of his Hero Association's official contact, Lanny.

“Miss Lanny, I’m Johnson. I need to ask you for a favor.”

Lani, who was in a meeting, received a call from Johnson early in the morning. She gestured for her team members to stay put, then quickly went to the next office and solemnly replied, "Mr. Johnson, please speak. I will do my best to cooperate if it is within my capabilities!"

"That's it..."

Johnson explained his idea, and Lani tapped her fingers lightly on the table, pondering, "Do you want a communication device that can receive information from the Association at any time? Indeed, if some heroes with strong individual abilities were equipped with such a special communicator, the efficiency of dealing with monsters would definitely be greatly improved... Okay, I will report your suggestion to headquarters. For the time being, we can provide you with an internal wireless walkie-talkie from the Association. After connecting to a specific channel, it can be transmitted immediately no matter where a monster disaster occurs."

"Okay, that's fine."

"Okay, how can I deliver it to you?"

"No need, I'll come and get it myself," Johnson's voice came through the receiver. "Are you at the branch office now? Which office?"

Lani answered instinctively, "2801, I'm in my office."

"Then could you please open the door?"

Lanny: ?

"Uh...now?"

Just as the blonde female cadre was puzzled, a crisp knock came from outside the office door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Please come in."

"I apologize for disturbing you, Miss Lanny. It's been a long time."

As the tall figure walked in through the door, Lani was so shocked that her pupils dilated. The explosion-proof phone she was holding, which she hadn't hung up yet, slipped from her hand and was about to fall to the ground.

A giant hand appeared out of thin air, caught the falling phone, placed it back on the desk, and casually pressed the hang-up button to end the call that was no longer needed.

Half an hour later.

After being pulled aside by Lanny to update his ability data, Johnson was finally able to leave the association's gate, now holding a custom-made personal walkie-talkie from the Hero Association.

The police station also has similar equipment, so Johnson was no stranger to it.

I tuned the signal to the channel provided by Lani and put on the matching wireless headset. After a brief, crackling sound, I heard the staff's voice reporting.

"...Images of what appears to be a wolf-like monster have been captured on mobile phones taken by citizens of City D. Special personnel have been dispatched to confirm the location! The specific location is..."

"Traces of the Class B bounty criminal 'Angelo the Demolitionist' have appeared in City C. Requesting permission to dispatch a hero of Class B or higher rank to investigate. Over!"

"..."

In an instant, a series of messages concerning the disaster and the criminals were played through the headset, and a satisfied look appeared on Johnson's face.

With such intelligence gathering capabilities, coupled with increasingly powerful disaster response capabilities due to the ever-growing number of heroes, it's no wonder that the police can't compete with the Hero Association.

Let's start with the nearest city, D!

At the Z City Hero Association branch, Lani, who had access to the surveillance footage, watched as Johnson disappeared from under the main gate camera. Her beautiful eyes gleamed, and a certain thought in her heart gradually became firm.

For that project that headquarters is currently preparing, we absolutely must recommend our No. 1 superpowered individual, Lord Johnson, to it!

Compared to "Blast," who completely disregards his hero status, our Z City's "Super Cop" is far more deserving of the top spot!

Having made her decision, Lani swiftly pulled out her chair, her dashing figure suggesting she was stepping onto her battlefield.

On her office computer desktop, she opened a Word document titled "Special Work Plan for Adding 'S-Class Sequence'", and her hands flew across the keyboard, thus beginning a battle for the association's civilian staff.

Chapter 50 Monster Hunt

City D.

This city, which is adjacent to Z City, is located in the high-latitude region of the same supercontinent, with almost identical climate conditions and no significant differences in urban development.

The biggest difference is probably the population. The bustling crowds on the streets are worlds apart from those in Z City, which is suffering from severe population outflow.

"There's no harm without comparison," Qiao Sen sighed, then adopted the tone of a keyboard warrior.