The Emperor Engine's God-like Skill System

"We're going to miss the time!"

See you next time!

"You're welcome to come over to my house sometime!"

After speaking, Saitama took off running as fast as he could, each step creating a large crater in the ground.

Chapter 82: Cyborgs? Just Free Labor!

King was at a loss for words. After standing there for a while, he walked in the opposite direction, which was his route home.

“King-sensei and Saitama-sensei live in completely different places.”

"What should I do?"

Who should I go to?

Genos's mechanical prosthetic eyes swung rapidly from side to side, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance. After thinking for a while, he finally determined a certain direction and rushed towards it.

......

Several hours later, King finally returned home. Before going home, he went to the city to check out the new games and also went to the supermarket to buy a few watches. The watch he was wearing that day was damaged during his battle with Saitama.

It was past seven o'clock when King arrived home, and the sky had already begun to darken.

"King, you're back!"

After he pushed open the door, King heard the sound of snow.

How was work today?

The king asked.

"The city was peaceful today, nothing happened, until suddenly there was an earthquake, which really startled us."

Fubuki said with a smile that nothing else happened today except for the violent shaking of the ground.

Fubuki, who was out on a mission, was unaware that the source of the tremor was the man in front of her.

"Is that so..."

King nodded somewhat awkwardly. He only learned afterward that his battle with Saitama had caused a great deal of damage. Fortunately, no one was injured, but he decided that he would never spar with Saitama again.

If the competition continues, not only will he fail to fulfill his duty as a hero, but he will also become a sinner who destroys the city.

"Oh right, Fubuki."

Just then, King seemed to remember something and continued,

"You're a superhuman, right?"

"Ah."

Upon hearing King's words, Fubuki paused for a moment, puzzled, and then nodded, not understanding what King meant by those words.

"Could you please show me?"

The king asked.

King asked this question because he wanted to know the range of skills that the Divine Vision could copy.

Now that Vision has successfully copied the physical techniques of those monsters, and even Homeless Emperor's energy spheres, King is very interested in the range of Vision's copied skills. He wonders if it can successfully copy superpowers like Fubuki and Tatsumaki.

"what?"

Fubuki didn't understand why King suddenly wanted to see her superpowers, but since King had said so, Fubuki certainly couldn't miss this opportunity to show off her strength in front of King.

"Watch closely!"

Fubuki rushed into the kitchen and took out countless metal spoons, placing them on the table.

She slowly raised her hands, bringing a gentle breeze, while the small spoons on the table emitted a green light.

puff.

The sound of metal objects bending echoed on the table. The metal spoons first flew slowly into the air, and then, as if twisted by several unseen hands, bent more than ninety degrees.

While Fubuki was using her superpower to break the spoon, King was simultaneously using Hollow Vision, fixing his gaze on Fubuki.

"How about it?"

Fubuki lowered her hand, and the spoons fell onto the table with a thud.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation, looking just like a child waiting for praise.

"good."

King nodded. This superpower was incredibly convenient even in everyday life, and the method for using it, which he had just used, had entered his mind like a memory.

"Let me give it a try too."

King said with a smile.

"Hahaha, King, don't joke around. Even you can't use superpowers like mine."

Fubuki smiled and said that in her memory, King's greatest strength lay in his physical power and his ability to control fire, which was somewhat different from her and Tatsumaki's telekinesis.

"Our telekinesis is an innate talent..."

But just as Fubuki was speaking, King also slightly raised his hand.

The moment he raised his hand, the soup spoon on the table, which should have been bent, moved again and began to slowly straighten out.

King successfully used his superpowers by employing the illusion of God.

"Wh-what?!"

Fubuki was so surprised by all of this that she couldn't close her mouth.

Although she can't compare to Tatsumaki, Fubuki has always believed that her superpowers are unique.

But King successfully used it.

How can this be? !

Fubuki's face was filled with disbelief; she even rubbed her eyes, momentarily doubting that she was seeing things.

Once the spoon had mostly returned to its original shape, King lowered his hand and stopped using his superpowers.

He felt a bit tired at this moment.

It's already past seven o'clock, past evening. King's physical strength is definitely much lower than at noon, but it's still slightly above that of an ordinary person. The stamina required to copy Fubuki's superpower is also far beyond his imagination.

This feeling of exhaustion was like keeping your brain alert all night without sleep. Although it was bearable, King didn't intend to waste his energy for nothing.

It seems that this superpower can only be used during the day; at other times, King's body probably wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.

Moreover, King only copied Fubuki's skill. If it were Tatsumaki, King probably wouldn't even last three seconds outside of noon.

However, this is also good news for King, as it demonstrates that the scope of God's Vision is applicable to any skill.

The king is essentially someone who possesses an unlimited 'arsenal'.

The only limitation he faced was the amount of ammunition stored in his body at the time.

Although King only used his superpowers for a short while, Fubuki was unable to recover from her surprise for a long time.

"How...how did you do that?"

Even Fubuki's voice trembled slightly.

"It's just simple learning."

King said calmly, closing his eyes to give himself a little rest.

Just then, a loud knocking sound came from outside the door—it sounded more like a metallic object hitting the door than a knocking sound.

"I, I'll go open the door."

Fubuki turned around, walked quickly to the front door, and slowly opened it.

What came into her view was a cyborg radiating a metallic sheen.

Genos.

"You, who are you?"

Fubuki looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, her face full of doubt. She had never seen this guy before.

Is he a weirdo?

She instinctively took a step back, releasing her superpowers at the same time. A gust of wind gradually rose around her, causing her short, dark hair to flutter, and her emerald green eyes to cast a sharp gaze.

"Is Teacher King home?"

Just as Fubuki was on high alert, Genos bowed politely and then asked.

"Teacher King?"

Fubuki was slightly taken aback.

"you are?"

"Hello, my name is Genos, and I am King's apprentice."

"Genos said respectfully."

"King's apprentice?"

Fubuki felt she had received too much information today and couldn't keep up at all.

"I never agreed to take you as my apprentice."

After hearing Genos's voice, King also walked to the front door, his brows furrowing slightly.

He noticed that King was carrying a huge backpack on his back. He didn't remember King carrying that when they parted ways, and a sense of unease crept into his mind.

What are you carrying on your back?

"Master, it's the tent and other necessary personal items!"

Genos answered clearly and articulately, as if he were a student in class.

"Hey, I never said I was your master."

King felt a sense of helplessness. This guy in front of him was completely disobedient, and upon hearing him mention bringing tents and such, a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.