A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"Great! Then I'll get straight to the point, it's like this..."

Upon hearing King's description of the strange phenomenon, Johnson's expression froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"You mean, a lot of weirdos died as soon as they saw you, before the fight even started?"

"If I understand correctly, do you mean I was scared to death by you?"

"Yes... no, I'm not sure how they died either, which is why I wanted to ask you."

"As you know, Mr. Johnson, I used to be just an ordinary person who was good at games. Even after I gained superpowers, I would still involuntarily get nervous when I suddenly encountered a monster, which would cause my heart to race and stuff..."

"Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of fighting. On the contrary, I really hope to have a big battle to test my current strength."

Johnson's ears twitched slightly as he gleaned a key piece of information from King's words: "...Okay, I think I understand."

King, feeling a little embarrassed, quickly added, "I've been trying to overcome this recently, such as watching horror movies alone at midnight, avoiding well-lit roads when walking at night, or playing murder mystery games in my room with the lights off... I've been doing training like this."

"However, it seems that because I've been spending too much time alone lately, I've been encountering a lot of strange people, which is why I've noticed the phenomenon I was just talking about."

That's the gist of the matter.

Snapped!

Johnson couldn't help but rub his forehead. When he heard "heart racing," he already knew pretty much how those weirdos had died.

When King's passive skill meets "electric current propulsion", the combination of these elements reveals only one truth!

"The True Emperor Engine!"

Case solved.

Those strange people were indeed scared to death.

As for those strange training methods King came up with to overcome nervousness...

All I can say is that he truly deserves to be called a ruthless character from the original work who can get along with Saitama.

Where there is a sleeping dragon, there will surely be a phoenix chick; the ancients were right.

"Ahem, King, I understand your situation. In summary, it should be considered normal."

Johnson tried to organize his thoughts, thinking about how to persuade... no, how to enlighten King, who had only recently come into contact with supernatural powers.

"Really? But shouldn't a normal fight involve using electricity or fists to defeat monsters?"

"If the monster dies before the fight starts, then none of the moves from the game or the manga will be useful."

"..."

King's argument was well-reasoned and supported by evidence, leaving Johnson speechless.

Only the current King can ask such a question. If someone else saw a fierce-looking, strange person blocking the road and suddenly died, wouldn't they be quick to give way?

"That's true, but in reality, everyone's fighting style is different."

Johnson scratched his head in slight distress, but thankfully he wasn't Saitama, and his hair was strong enough.

Forget about hair loss, even my freshly permed hairstyle hasn't changed at all!

"Take S-class heroes as an example, like me and Tatsumaki, we both like to use telekinesis to finish battles—because it's clean and hygienic... no, it's more like it's effortless and convenient."

Having found a suitable angle, Johnson began to speak eloquently, listing on his fingers: "The other S-class warriors each have their own unique characteristics in combat. Bangalore excels in martial arts, Atomic Samurai uses swords, and Flashy Flash's weapon is speed."

Even among muscular heroes like "Super Alloy Darkshine," "Tank Top Master," and "Sexy Prisoner," their fighting styles are completely different—

"The 'Super Alloy Darkshine's' physical body is its best weapon; in battle, simply charging into the enemy will basically eliminate them."

"The 'Tank Top Master' prides himself on his strength; even without skill, it's enough to handle most enemies."

"As for 'Sexy Prisoner'... well, Mr. Prisoner's fighting style is really indecent, and saying too much about it will easily get me attacked by the censors, so I won't go into details here..."

King, on the other end of the phone, was already a little confused after listening to Johnson rattle off a whole bunch of examples of S-class heroes. He was just one step away from being completely fooled.

"After saying all that, King, have you figured anything out?"

Sure enough, Master Qiao changed the subject and steered the conversation toward King.

King paused for a moment, then cautiously replied, "Johnson, do you mean... that I shouldn't be bound by preconceived notions, but should bravely seek out the fighting style that best suits me?"

As if he had grasped the true meaning of battle, King's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Of course, with his current imposing stature and strong physique, calling him a tiger is not an exaggeration at all!

"wrong!"

King: "..."

It was as if a blow had struck King on the head, shattering the light before his eyes.

Johnson's voice came through the phone, his tone impassioned: "King, your current fighting style is the best fit for you, why bother with all that effort!"

King: "...Huh?"

(?_??)

"King..."

King was still somewhat puzzled, and Johnson was immediately exasperated.

"Your greatest strength is nothing other than the strongest aura on earth, which surpasses all heroes by birth!"

"Even the faintest of monsters would be terrified and die on the spot from the sound of a heartbeat as loud as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing..."

"This! This is what you, King, are best at—teeth!"

Chapter 107 End-of-Month Card Draw

"Eh, is that so..."

At that moment, King seemed to have realized something.

However, Johnson's voice didn't stop on the phone.

There's only one time or countless times when it comes to trash talk; once he gets into the zone, he's still going strong!

"The song of humanity is the song of courage! The greatness of humanity lies in the greatness of courage!"

"King, you just said that you get nervous when you encounter monsters, but you're not afraid of fighting them. What does that mean?"

"This shows that courage in the face of tension is also a form of courage!"

"Therefore, there is no need to waste time on training to overcome tension; instead, tension should be used as motivation to move forward!"

"The involuntary amplification of the heartbeat due to tension is not a sign of cowardice, but a deadly technique that can shatter the enemy's heart without physical contact. I call it—'Emperor's Engine'!"

For a moment, King's mind was filled with Dio's words.

But the hesitation and lack of confidence I felt before making the call vanished completely.

"Emperor Engine? That sounds pretty fitting for my hero's name."

"I think... I think I understand!"

Although I didn't fully understand, I felt that what Qiao Sen-san said made a lot of sense!

This is King's current thinking.

At this moment, an ordinary hero uncle whom Dio had never met before suddenly experienced the charisma of the "Emperor of Evil".

call--

After his excessive verbal sparring, Johnson teleported to the balcony and let out a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept through the streets of the deserted area, and the green belts and trees on both sides of the road were blown down in the same direction.

Then they teleported back instantly, seamlessly continuing their previous chat.

"That's it! With the 'Emperor Engine,' you can easily defeat weak monsters without even fighting!"

"Even enemies who can withstand the first wave of aura attacks will be intimidated and become hesitant in subsequent battles."

"As for the moves in the subsequent battles, it's fine to draw on the characters in the game based on this. It's up to King to develop them himself."

"I understand! Johnson-san, I will try my best!!"

beep...

After hanging up the call with King, Johnson let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the sofa without any regard for his image.

It's true that verbal sparring isn't a skill that can be used so easily; my mouth is dry from talking for so long.

As he gulped down the bottled water that F had handed him, Qiao Sen made up his mind.

From now on, no matter who dares to use their verbal skills against me, I'll definitely give them a good slap in the face—the neighbor's kid's favorite treat!

This thing is extremely dangerous; we have to be careful!

After catching his breath, Johnson also sighed sincerely.

Now that even King is working hard to become stronger, the future of this world is truly something to look forward to!

"Then I should give it my all. I can't let Saitama and King outdo me, can I?"

Qiao Sen stretched and then perked up, ready to give it his all.

"F-boy, how many cards have you accumulated?"