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"Then you say, 'I am willing to become Jupiter's chosen champion.'"

Jupiter continued to entice the naive Saitama.

Why are you saying such strange things?

Saitama was somewhat puzzled after hearing Jupiter's words.

"It's like a formal ceremony, or a declaration of joining the team."

Jupiter explained why Saitama should say that line.

Okay~

Saitama figured that shouting a slogan wouldn't be a big problem, so he agreed.

"Tell me about it."

Jupiter looked at Saitama expressionlessly and spoke.

"I, Saitama, hereby declare that I am willing to become Jupiter's chosen champion!"

Is this okay?

Saitama looked at Jupiter and gestured to him, asking if what he was doing was acceptable.

Of course~

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get eating!"

A barely perceptible smile flickered in Jupiter's eyes as he nodded and spoke.

"I'm about to start the battle!"

Saitama ate the beef with gusto, his face beaming with excitement.

As for Jupiter, he said nothing, but was searching through his mind for the system, whose presence was barely noticeable.

Jupiter looked at the newly added functions in his brain system, and was quite satisfied with the Saitama avatar that lit up in the God-Chosen Champion section.

This newly emerging function is the result of Jupiter's hard work in modifying the system over the past few days. As long as the level of goodness reaches "friendly" or above, and the other party agrees to voluntarily become Jupiter's chosen champion, then Jupiter can gain the other party to become his chosen champion. As for what benefits Jupiter will gain from becoming his chosen champion?

The benefits are numerous, the simplest and most direct of which is that Jupiter can directly summon his chosen champion when facing an enemy who outnumbers him in battle...

Unfortunately, Saitama lost his one-punch-to-kill buff once he left his own universe, which is why Jupiter felt a little regretful and disappointed.

Chapter 109 Saitama's Lifelong Rival ( )

Inside Saitama's house.

A man with slicked-back blond hair and a scar on his face is battling Jupiter's bald champion.

Jupiter's chosen champion Saitama had a furrowed brow and a serious look in his eyes, his fingers flying across the keys. In contrast, the blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle exuded endless ease and comfort.

"KO!"

With a virtual electronic voice, Saitama collapsed to his knees, covered in sweat.

"Damn it! Damn it! It's absolutely awful!!"

Saitama kept shouting, his voice filled with resentment.

“Um, Mr. Saitama, it seems you’ve lost again. Now our score is 500 to 0.”

The blond, slicked-back-haired man looked at Saitama and spoke very calmly.

"continue!"

Saitama seemed to have his fighting spirit reignited. He hadn't felt this way in a long time—this feeling of being filled with resentment and surging fighting spirit.

"Well, it's getting late, I should probably head back."

The blond man with the slicked-back hair checked the time, stood up, and addressed Saitama.

"Snapped!"

"continue."

"I won't let you run away after winning!"

Saitama tapped the floor lightly, producing a muffled sound, and spoke in a deep voice to the blond, slick-back-haired man.

"Uh, no, I didn't mean to run away. It's just that Saitama-kun, whether it's a strategy game, a strategy game, or a fighting game, you absolutely can't beat me."

The blond, slicked-back-haired man looked at Saitama and sighed. Then, he pulled out countless DVDs from the backpack beside him.

"Just pick one of these games!"

"I'm betting my world number one spot, there's absolutely no way you can beat me."

The blond man with his slicked-back hair spoke to the others with unwavering confidence.

"So many games?"

Saitama's eyes lit up as he looked at the games scattered all over the ground.

"Let's do it one at a time!"

The next second, Saitama's eyes sharpened instantly.

"But I need to go home..."

The blond man with the slicked-back hair hesitated, because it was time for him to go back.

"Come on! Anyway, no one else lives in this building. You can just pick any room. I have extra bedding."

Saitama's attitude was resolute; he showed that he would not let the man go unless he could compete with the blond, slicked-back-haired man in front of him.

"Ugh……"

The blond man with the slicked-back hair sighed, sat down, and reluctantly picked up the controller, ready to continue this tedious and boring game.

A blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle stands behind Saitama.

On an ordinary wooden table were some simple snacks and three teacups with almost no tea leaves.

Nearby, three people were sitting around a wooden table, but the atmosphere among them was somewhat silent.

"How embarrassing!"

Among the three, a woman with an exceptionally beautiful face and a stunning figure, whose appearance, physique, and manners were all undeniably beautiful, was watching the people in the room with extreme nervousness.

"Jupiter, the number one S-class hero; King, the number eight S-class hero; and Genos, the super rookie in S-class..."

"They're all S-class heroes! So, do I, a mere B-class hero, really deserve to be here with these real monsters?"

The woman glanced at the muscular, handsome man beside her, wearing a white leather coat, then at the blond man fighting Saitama, and finally at the cyborg with short blond hair and handsome features sitting opposite the muscular man. She couldn't help but question herself.

"No! Fubuki from Hell, you must work hard to get along with these people. Maybe with their help, you can make that incredibly proud older sister look at you with new eyes! No, perhaps, surpassing your sister is not impossible."

The woman, named Hellish Blizzard, is the younger sister of Tatsumaki Terrifying, currently the third-ranked S-class hero in the Hero Association and the world's most powerful esper. At this moment, she is constantly encouraging herself and giving herself a pep talk.

"No, I'm still so nervous!"

Having calmed down, Fubuki was about to strike up a conversation with the big shots around her when she noticed the burly man in the white fur coat beside her, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Is he angry?

"Damn it, my heart, which had just calmed down, is racing again! I'm getting nervous again!"

Just as Fubuki was about to open her mouth, she suddenly choked on her words and couldn't utter a single sentence.

"King?"

The burly man sitting next to Fubuki is none other than Jupiter, the current number one ranked hero, known as the Godslayer. His gaze is now completely fixed on the blond man who is playing video games with his chosen champion, King, who is known as the strongest hero on earth, but whose strength is actually only imagined by his enemies and who is just bragging to his teammates.

At this moment, several days have passed since Jupiter arrived in this world. During these days, Jupiter has not continued to investigate the Monster Association. He has handed over all the tasks related to the Monster Association to the Hero Association for investigation. Jupiter himself is either resting with his eyes closed or increasing his favorability with the Hero Association, who is touted as the chosen champion.

Over the past few days, Saitama, just like in the story, met King, the humanoid Saitama summoner, and finally learned that King had no other superpowers besides being incredibly lucky.

No, to be honest, King isn't completely without any superpowers. At least he can use two fingers to control a video game character to hang up and beat Saitama in the virtual world.

In other words, King became the only person in the One-Punch Man world to defeat Saitama head-on, making him arguably the strongest enemy Saitama encountered throughout the entire series...

Although it's about video games.

"This guy..."

Jupiter watched King, who was stroking the handle with two fingers and easily smashing Saitama while suspended in mid-air, and seemed to be pondering something.

"If I give him a game controller and create a remote-controlled robot, what kind of power can King unleash? If the robot's ability index is the same as Genos', it can probably unleash 1.5 times the original Genos' power? No, perhaps it can unleash two or three times or more of Genos' fighting power through combos."

Jupiter fell into deep thought, just like in Ender's Game. If King wasn't told that the battlefield and enemies he faced were all real, but just virtual electronic characters, could King become an invincible being, just like his name and the legends passed down among countless people?

"Looks like this guy has his own uses after all."

Jupiter looked at King and came to a conclusion.

In Jupiter's eyes, everyone has their own value, but some people's value is insignificant, while others' value is enough to make Jupiter look at them with new respect...

Clearly, King is also someone with great value. With a little guidance, he might create unexpected value and become a pleasant surprise.

"Damn it, I have to say something to break the heavy atmosphere..."

"But what should I say to break the heavy atmosphere? I'm so nervous, and I really need to go to the bathroom..."

Fubuki's face flushed slightly, but looking at the group of S-class heroes around her, she couldn't utter a single word.

What is this man thinking?

"I can't understand it, I can't comprehend the other person at all."

"I can't understand not only their existence, but also their thoughts."

"Beyond my imagination, it exists entirely outside the scope of the standard."

Just as Jupiter was contemplating King, Genos was also contemplating Jupiter. Genos was very good at using data to analyze people, but even Genos, who was good at analyzing others, could not analyze Jupiter's behavior patterns. Jupiter, who seemed like a god and a savior in the eyes of the world, was full of strange incongruity in Genos's data-driven eyes. It was as if Jupiter, this savior, had his own purpose in everything he did. For Jupiter, saving the world was more like an afterthought.

Inside the small room, King and Saitama were locked in a fierce battle, while Jupiter pondered the value of King and Saitama. Genos was trying to analyze Jupiter, but only Fubuki, a B-class hero, remained huddled in place, pitiful, weak, and helpless. She had some physiological needs that she wanted to address, but due to the aura and oppressive presence of the S-class heroes, she dared not go and could only endure it, and endure it some more.

“Jenos…”

Just as Genos was analyzing the situation, and Fubuki was feeling anxious and nervous, trying to suppress her physical discomfort, Jupiter suddenly spoke, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"Uh, yes."

When Genos saw that Jupiter had chosen to initiate a conversation with him, he was taken aback at first, but then immediately nodded.

"Great, it's finally starting to talk?"