Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Help!"

Unable to control himself, he wailed loudly.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, seemingly afraid to look at what was about to happen.

The feeling of heat was fleeting.

One second, two seconds, and the expected pain did not come. I quietly opened one eye.

Shocking.

Before their eyes, the monster's enormous body had vanished without a trace, as if it had been erased from reality.

Like a stone sculpture, King sat on the ground, blinked, and after a long while, he stood up, leaning on the stones for support.

As the smoke cleared, he stared blankly at the empty space ahead and uttered a single word.

"what?"

One-Punch Man: Chapter 31 I Saw You Wet Your Pants in Fright

Completely bewildered.

Nothing describes King's current mood better than these four words.

What happened? How did such a big weirdo like me disappear in the blink of an eye?

Could it be that he really possesses some kind of secret skill that even he himself doesn't know about? This thought lingered in his mind for a moment before King shook his head violently.

Doesn't he know what kind of person he is? Where did he get some unknown skill from?

Which hero happened to be passing by and took care of this strange man?

With a blank expression, he shook his head from side to side, trying to find any possible figures.

but no.

Leaving? Are you the type to do good deeds anonymously?

Looking around, there was nothing similar in sight, but instead, I saw an unexpected fact.

Although the street behind him was smashed to pieces by stones, he did not see any injured people.

What is the probability of this?

Regardless, King was genuinely relieved; at least no one was hurt. If someone had actually been killed, he would have felt guilty for a long time.

But suddenly.

He then realized a serious problem.

The strange man died, and he was the only hero present. So...

What happens next is self-evident.

"The monster has disappeared! It was King! King! He defeated the monster!"

Some people, having recovered their senses, saw the tall figure standing easily (or stiffly) in the middle of the street and exclaimed excitedly.

"Is this the strongest man on Earth? The monster was instantly killed."

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

"The Infernal Blazing Wave Cannon lives up to its name! I didn't even see him make a move!"

There are absolutely no shameful moves involved!

"Damn it, I didn't get any pictures!"

Even on the verge of death, he was still thinking about filming.

King was internally ranting, but his face remained expressionless. This wasn't the first time this had happened; he was quite familiar with these guys' imaginations. At first, he was a little bewildered, but after experiencing it many times, he became more adept and set three rules in his mind.

Neither admitting nor denying, neither explaining.

The timid man dared not claim credit for the achievements of other heroes, nor did he dare to explain that he was just an ordinary otaku. Of course, he figured that even if he did explain, no one would believe him.

These people, seemingly under some kind of curse that has lowered their intelligence, automatically come up with reasonable explanations for King in their minds, and then give him many wonderful qualities that he himself is unaware of.

"King is so handsome, can I have his autograph?"

"Can I take a photo with you?"

The crowd grew noisy and tried to move closer to King so they could get a better look at the powerful hero.

dong dong dong.

The Emperor Engine started slightly. Although he couldn't be considered socially anxious, as an otaku, he was still not used to such a lively crowd.

Not to mention, given that they were already extremely guilty.

Taking a half step back, ignoring the disappointed voices of the crowd, King lowered his head and turned without hesitation to run into the alley beside him.

"Ah, King is gone."

"At least let me take one picture."

"Perhaps King is injured? Is he rushing to get treatment?"

"How could that be? That's King! He must just be trying to avoid attracting attention."

"He resolved the issue quietly and left quietly. He truly deserves the title of King. He doesn't care about worldly reputation at all. He is a true hero."

"As expected of King."

"..."

[Task Completed]

[Quest Rewards: 2000 Primogems; 5 Random Rewards]

A reminder flashed through Surtr's mind as he stood by the street, atop a building.

Because of King's presence, the rewards are comparable even though the scale is smaller than many Deep Sea Kings.

Sure enough, it's easier to make money off these chosen ones.

Continue down.

[Mission: A Fragile Lie]

[Mission Objective: The increasingly frequent bizarre activities of the strange individuals are making it difficult for King to maintain his image. Help King keep his lies going.]

[Quest Rewards: 2000 Primogems; 5 Random Rewards]

King is really generous.

The lie was probably that S-level identity.

In a sense, King's ability to maintain his S-rank status for so long without being exposed is due to sheer luck, even without other talents.

If things unfold as they do in the comics, this guy will probably never be exposed, but in reality, it's hard to say.

Surtr could certainly keep an eye on the other party to prevent them from being exposed, but that would be too troublesome. The key to solving the problem lies with King himself.

It feels like I've been doing similar things ever since I came into this world.

Muttering to himself, Surtr disappeared from the spot.

Hahaha.

Leaving the alley, King turned into a quiet, deserted path.

The tall buildings on both sides blocked the sunlight from shining down from the sky, casting shadows that gave the surroundings a slightly chilly atmosphere.

With his hands on his knees, King panted, and only after confirming that no one was following behind him did his tense body finally relax.

"Ha, I survived again."

He patted his chest and said with lingering fear.

"I never expected to encounter something like this just by going out. This world is really dangerous."

"Thankfully, it's all over now. I'll go back and use games to heal my soul."

King took two deep breaths, adjusted his mindset, smiled as he looked at the bishoujo game in his hand, and slowly walked along the path.

This wasn't the first time he'd experienced something like this. Although he was always terrified, he'd somehow gotten a little used to it.

Habits are truly terrifying.

"But speaking of which, I hope he didn't see me almost wetting my pants from fright. I hope he didn't see me take down the bad guy."

King prayed sincerely, but suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him.

"I saw it."

King paused, his body stiffening like a stone sculpture.

Click.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A red-haired girl in a black dress stood behind him with her hands in her pockets, quietly watching him.

Who is she?

Did she see it?

What did she see?

Is she talking to me?

King's mind was a complete mess. The strangely familiar girl in front of him seemed to have heard his rambling and even answered him quite seriously. Who was she? Could it be that she was the one who killed the monster?

I need help! What should I do if the person who impersonated me comes to my door? Urgent!

No, we can't be sure yet. Maybe she wasn't answering me at all.

"Excuse me, what were you saying just now?"

Surtr looked at the strongest man on Earth, who was trying to escape reality, with a strange expression, and repeated a sentence.

"I said I saw it."

What did you see?

King asked in a trembling voice.

"I saw you almost wet your pants from being scared by the weirdo."

Oh no, we're doomed.

One-Punch Man: Chapter 32 A Grand Funeral

Mr. King's anxiety finally subsided.

Even setting aside the issue of having one's underwear exposed, just being told by a pretty girl, "I was so scared I peed my pants when I saw you," is enough to make someone want to leave this planet.

And more importantly...

She saw it.

She saw herself screaming for help in front of the strange man.

The image that had been forced upon them for so long has collapsed.

What did she want to do by coming to see me in the first place?

Did they discover that their senior was a complete idiot, so they wanted the Hero Association to get rid of this pay thief?

Or perhaps he's resentful because his credit was stolen and he's come to vent his anger on him.

It seems like neither outcome would be a good one.

dong dong dong.

Due to excessive tension, the Emperor's engine, which had gradually calmed down, started up again.

Huhu.

My breathing became rapid.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry to have made you witness such an embarrassing scene. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

King lowered his head as if he didn't want to be recognized, speaking rapidly while turning around, wanting to escape this heartbreaking place.

But Surtr clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook.