A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

No matter how things develop in the future, those pure and noble souls within them will remain unchanged.

Then join us!

The above is his thought process after talking with association executive Bach.

Before leaving, he made a special trip to the director's office. The somewhat weary Director Xiong simply patted him on the shoulder, told him to "do a good job," and then told him to get lost.

Johnson readily agreed.

The first thing I do after get off work is go to the convenience store.

As his physique gradually became inhuman, Johnson's appetite also increased accordingly.

Just as a car with a large engine displacement will definitely consume more fuel, so too will his body.

After replenishing household necessities and the refrigerator's stock, I came out with both hands full of bags and small bags, almost drowning in them.

Finding a secluded corner, Johnson decisively activated his Stand ability, sealing everything in his hand into a card.

Suddenly, I felt much lighter from the heavy burden of life.

Turning around, a harmless face came into view.

Good evening, officer.

Saitama, whose art style is simple at first, greeted everyone with a smile, scratching his head as he did so, completely unaware that two precious strands of black hair were falling from between his fingers.

“That just now,” he gestured, “was that the legendary superpower? You’re the legendary superpowered person, right?”

Johnson: "..."

You seem quite curious, but your training probably isn't quite up to par yet.

[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] +1

Hmm, another one?

Johnson silently put away the N card that had inexplicably appeared in his hand and immediately made a decision.

"Oh dear, oh dear, we've been discovered?"

Hearing Johnson's deliberately lowered voice, Saitama's expression turned serious, his fists clenched, and he even prepared for battle: "Ah, according to the plot of the TV series, is this the time to kill him to silence him?"

Johnson walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Of course not! Since you've seen us, let's go together."

"Ah?"

……

Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

The fiery red chili oil churned violently, and thick slices of discounted veal were poured into it one by one. In a few ripples, the bright red raw meat was cooked by the boiling broth, and an enticing aroma filled the air.

Two sweating men sat around a hot pot, their burning gazes fixed on the bubbling meat slices inside.

"All right!"

"I'm not welcome!"

At that moment, the two men holding wooden chopsticks were like two peerless swordsmen. The instant the meat slices were cooked, sparks flew as their gazes met in mid-air, and their swords were drawn simultaneously.

歘歘歘 (pronounced chua)...

A single sword flashed across nineteen provinces; both sides made their mark, and the piping hot slices of meat, dipped in a special spicy sauce, were devoured.

"Sizzle... Wow! It's hot... No, it's spicy!"

Compared to Saitama, whose face turned red from the spiciness, Johnson's movements were much more elegant.

With its powerful basic attributes, the scalding hot meat slices were torn and ground to shreds in an instant by its iron teeth and copper jaws. While its opponent was still desperately fanning himself and looking for beer to relieve the spiciness, it had already scooped up the remaining meat slices again.

"Ah...despicable!"

Saitama watched in despair as Johnson put the rest of the beef into his mouth, tears streaming down his face.

"Hmph, when it comes to mastering hot pot, you're still a long way off, Saitama-kun!" Johnson elegantly wiped his mouth, a mocking, crooked smile spreading across his face. "Want to defeat me? Maybe next time!"

"Next time? I can't accept that." Saitama scratched his head, not noticing that another five or six strands of hair had fallen out. "I was already very surprised to be invited. Thank you so much for your hospitality, Johnson."

"No problem, it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks." Johnson waved his hand to indicate that it wasn't a big deal, then calmly put away another limiter fragment. "Besides, you don't understand, the true essence of hot pot..."

Saitama blinked, then straightened his back, looking both confused and impressed, and sat up straight: "Eh, what is it?"

"That's what you get for fighting over the food!" Johnson patted Saitama on the shoulder. "A hot pot meal without anyone fighting over it with you is soulless!"

Saitama suddenly understood, nodding repeatedly with a serious face: "I see! This is the first time I've heard such a unique insight. I've learned a lot!"

"As tuition, please wash the dishes today, thank you."

"...Ah, okay."

We ate hot pot until late at night, and it was almost midnight when we saw Saitama off.

He summoned his stand-in and put the purchased ingredients into the completely empty refrigerator. Johnson opened the doors and windows on the balcony to let in some fresh air. The cool night breeze blew away the lingering stale air in the room, making him feel much more awake.

[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] x10

[Can be fused!]

"Ok?"

Seeing the special N card that jumped out of the deck and floated in front of him, Johnson couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Although his own stand-in intelligently provides a lot of information, it never shows much emotional fluctuation.

At that moment, he received a response from his stand-in filled with intense emotion, a response brimming with...

Thirst!

Then let's merge.

With a will, the ten limiter fragments simultaneously shone, overlapped, and began to merge. When the white light dissipated, a brand new fantasy card appeared before Johnson's eyes.

[Fantasy Cards: Limiter Break ACT1]

[Card Type: Special Card]

Rarity: N

[Description: Formed from the fusion of unknown fragments, this is a conceptual power that was originally invisible.]

【Effect 1: Restriction Removed】

[Designate any object to break through one racial growth limit.]

It's still an unremarkable N card, and even the grinning, dead-eyed bald guy on the card face hasn't changed at all.

However, the card effects that were displayed made even Johnson's heart flutter.

Chapter 8 Substitute Upgrade

As we all know, there are limits to human capabilities.

But with this Nvidia card, the so-called limit is based on the defense!

Saitama, I, Qiao, am determined to be your friend!

"Ah!"

On his way home, Saitama rubbed his nose hard: "Strange, the weather isn't cold, so why do I suddenly feel like I'm catching a cold... Never mind, let's hurry home!"

……

The Johnson family home.

The fantasy card once again conveyed a sense of longing. Johnson curled his lip, knowing how tempting this "Limiter Break ACT1" card in his hand was to his Stand.

Of course I want to use it myself!

"You want it? Wukong, if you want it, just say so. How am I supposed to know you want it if you don't tell me?"

Even though you're looking at me very sincerely, you still need to tell me what you want.

Do you really want it?

If you want it, I'll give it to you. How could I possibly refuse?

It's impossible for me to refuse to give you what you want, or for me to give you what you don't want.

Let's be reasonable!

I'll count to three now, and you need to clearly state whether you want to...

Do you really want it? Then take it! You don't really want it, do you?

Fantasy Cards: ...

Considering that his strength ultimately stemmed from his Stand, Johnson hesitated for a moment before finally giving up the opportunity to break through the limitation.

Anyway, Saitama is in Z City, so I can just treat him to a few more hot pot meals.

Having received the permissions granted by the main body, the fantasy card appeared and eagerly "ate" the special N card in Johnson's hand into the deck.

In an instant, azure flames roared, and Johnson saw an oval-shaped white light envelop his Stand, as if it had materialized from illusion, ultimately leaving behind a...

Egg.