Infinite World: Random Characters, Start with Red Archer

"They're here."

Saitama calmly stood up and walked towards the front door in his usual casual clothes.

Without paying attention to who was outside the door, he simply opened it.

Then I saw a strange figure...

"You are...?"

With a question mark above his head, Saitama watched the pink-haired man carrying bags in both hands, wearing a hat and sunglasses, looking puzzled.

"Excuse me, I'm here to pay a visit."

"It is impolite to arrive uninvited..."

Please accept these.

Before he could even introduce himself, Saitama thought he might be some kind of salesperson or waiter, but then he saw the box being handed to him from his pocket.

"And this..."

"And this carton of milk and a discount coupon that might help you..."

Premium beef!

Vegetables on special offer!

Premium milk!

That would have been fine, but what really made Saitama's eyes widen was the discount list that the supermarket would be advertising for the next few days.

"!"

With a sharp look, Saitama immediately perked up and began to seriously examine the suspicious-looking man.

"My name is Diablo, and I am a traveler who wanders the world..."

“I had received care from Mr. Saitama before, so I brought a gift to visit him this time.”

Please don't be shy.

"Um..."

Saitama didn't pay attention to the unfamiliar name; he only knew that the person in front of him brought him something very comforting, and his affection for him increased dramatically.

"I won't come in; it wouldn't be good to bother you."

"Oh, it's alright. Since you've come all this way, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"

Seeing the other person's polite manner, Saitama felt a little embarrassed.

Although his family wasn't very wealthy, they could still offer him tea.

After all, the other party brought so many gifts, how could he not invite them in for a seat?

"No, no, no, there's really no need. I have something to do and can't stay here any longer."

"I just happened to be passing by and only hoped to meet Mr. Saitama."

"I'll come again when I have time."

He waved his hand, refusing to let the other person in, as if he had to rush to some important meeting.

Anyone who didn't know better would think this person was some high-ranking official, sneaking in with a bag to curry favor.

"Then... I won't keep you any longer... Dia... Luo?"

"Diapolo!"

“Uh, Diabolo.”

"Well then, Mr. Saitama, we'll meet again someday."

In a daze, the surrounding environment changed.

"This should be placed here."

"Then put the beef and milk in the refrigerator."

As if nothing had happened, Saitama was arranging the gifts the other party had given him in the house.

"Speaking of which... what was that just now?"

He recalled the scene he saw at the door and was puzzled.

Strange creatures emerged from behind the man named Diabolo, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze.

"A superpowered person?"

He thought about the occasional gossip broadcast on TV and didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!"

"Ok?"

Suddenly hearing a sound coming from the balcony, Saitama turned his simple face.

There was a creature with horns on its head, separated from its fur, hanging on the balcony and swaying like a rag doll.

"Ahhh, help me!!"

It stood upside down and stuck into the balcony railing, its body swaying like a roly-poly toy but unable to break free.

Hearing footsteps, she instinctively cried out for help, but then realized that she probably shouldn't have done it.

"Is this tiger skin? It would look really nice as clothing."

The man's voice was filled with languor and curiosity, but to Gabumon it sounded far too dangerous.

Participants?

(No...it shouldn't be.)

If they were truly involved, they should have launched an attack the moment they saw her in such a sorry state.

Who would even bother to appreciate the fur she flung out...?

"dog?"

"I'm not a dog!!!"

The offensive address provoked her to retort.

Okay, she's now certain that this person isn't a participant, but rather someone from the local world.

Is this person simply lacking common sense?

Why do I feel like she's a "dog" when I see her?

Although it resembles a "wolf dog" after evolving into Garurumon, Gabumon doesn't look like one at all, does it?

"Ah, it can talk..."

Touching his chin, Saitama stood on the balcony, bent over, and muttered to himself as he looked at the creature that was upside down and stuck in the railing.

"Is now the time to say that?"

"Could you help me pull it out?"

Gabumon felt like he had encountered some kind of extraordinary being, and he was on the verge of tears.

Why is she always so bad at cooking?

Even though I try so hard to live, things always go wrong...

This time, they even ended up being ridiculed by a local.

"Crack!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she was lifted up by a hand.

Gabumon paused for a moment, realizing something was wrong.

She hesitated for a moment, then inserted the penis too deeply, and couldn't pull it out easily herself. As a result, the man seemed to pull her up with one hand.

Looking at this ordinary, simply styled bald man, she was about to speak when she was startled by his suddenly flushed expression.

"Huh?! My fence!"

His body was jolted around so hard that his eyes looked like mosquito coils, but Gabumon knew that the other party was concerned about the building that had been damaged when it was pulled out.

"You have to compensate me!"

"what??"

Being carried like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made of snowflakes), Gabumon was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

She fell down a building because she was distracted and jumped. How did it end up like this?

Compensation?

Does she look like a wealthy human?

Why is this person not afraid of me at all, but instead seems completely unconcerned?

Does this mean that people in this world are all fierce and aggressive? When they encounter terrifying creatures, all they think about is "Fight! It's awesome!"?

"Okay, it's decided."

"I'll let you go if you fix the fence."

"They're quite easy to talk to..."

"Pah! No way!! I didn't do it on purpose!"

Gabumon was initially taken aback by Saitama's laissez-faire attitude, but then began to explain.

"But you're the one who broke it, aren't you?"

However, as Saitama's simple face approached, Gabumon felt immense pressure.

"Ugh..."

Unable to refute...

The mistake caused by his own distraction while jumping between floors, even if not intentionally intended to cause damage, still objectively resulted in losses for the local resident.

"If you're not happy about it, you can use this fur as payment..."

"No way!! I'll fix it!"

Gabumon cried out anxiously as he watched the white and blue fur being taken away.

For her, not resorting to force to break the deadlock immediately was already a stroke of luck.

As an unsuspecting participant, she had no idea what kind of person was in front of her.

Judging from his performance just now, he doesn't seem like an ordinary person.

However, it was precisely because she felt guilty and was timid that she complied with this arrangement.

Unintentionally, this saved them from the risk of "withdrawing from the game".

However, she is not yet aware of this benefit.

.........

"That's a bit scary."

Having long since left the building where he lived in Saitama, Han Ming muttered to himself, recalling the scene from earlier.

He used the Crimson King when he finally left.

The ability to erase time...

It was a sudden idea of ​​his; he wanted to test Saitama's reaction.

The truth, however, shocked him greatly...

In the space where time is about to be deleted...

Saitama's eyes will follow his movements.

This means that Saitama is able to capture his actions during the time-deletion process.