I, without any personality, become a hero!

"Hey! Is this a greeting?... Indeed, TV often says that customs and habits differ from place to place."

As Saitama began to ponder, Jibril secretly wiped away a bead of cold sweat. How could she have gotten away with it so easily...? She was incredibly lucky, or perhaps this bald man was just very carefree?

"But what brings you here?"

"Uh... I just wanted to investigate who killed this 'Dragon Spirit,' that's all."

"Oh, I see. I killed this big guy because it thought I was food."

Once again, Jibril received a definite answer from Saitama, and this time she did not doubt his words. According to the attack she had just released, although it was not as powerful as "Sky Strike", even a dragon spirit would lose some scales if it took it head-on. Normally, only her master, the war god "Altsch", could withstand it without any damage.

But this bald man was easily swatted away with just one hand? The difference in strength is obvious. Even though Jibril is very warlike, she wouldn't actually go and provoke someone she can't beat to her death. She's outta here.

Jibril responded to Saitama with an exaggerated laugh, preparing to go home and report to her master, the God of War "Altsch".

"Haha~~ Now that you know the answer, please forgive my intrusion, goodbye~!!"

"Ahhh!"

Just as Jibril was about to turn around and fly away, she felt her "weakness" being exploited, and she immediately lost all her strength and fell to the ground, like a pitiful girl being bullied.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"No... um, sir... could you please let go of my hand?"

"What's wrong? Isn't this one of your decorations?"

"How is this possible! These are wings, wings! The most sensitive part of the Skywing race's body!!"

Saitama, who hadn't finished speaking, flashed over in an instant and grabbed Jibril, who was trying to slip away. However, he happened to grab the wing of this winged girl, the part of her body that was most connected to the "Elf Corridor" and stored the most power. It was also the most sensitive part of her body. Jibril's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Sigh...isn't this just for decoration? Wings should obviously be on your back."

"I don't know which race you're referring to as having wings on their backs, but our Skywing race has wings on our lower backs."

Jibril was speechless, and Saitama, understanding the situation, released his grip on the winged girl, stood up, and dusted off the black grime on his clothes. Jibril asked with some concern:

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"That's right, I want you to give a message to your eldest son when you go back."

"Could you convey... a message?"

"Ah."

Saitama nodded, and with a serious expression, he said to Jibril:

"My name is Saitama. I'm a hero who fights out of interest. Because of your selfish battles, you guys have made a mess of this world, making it impossible for other people to live their lives. So listen up."

“I’ll go to each and every one of you and give you a good beating, you bunch of troublemakers. If you don’t want to get beaten up, then you’d better stop fighting and make up.”

"........"

Speechless, utterly speechless, Jibril bent over, her hands instinctively resting on her stomach, and then burst into laughter, completely devoid of any ladylike demeanor.

"Haha—hahaha, you...you really know how to joke! Are you the 'God of Jokes'? You must be a deity born with 'jokes' as your essence, right?"

Is it funny?

"Of course—leaving aside the gods behind other races, just consider the master who created my Winged Race, the God of War 'Arsht,' who was born from the concept of 'the strongest.' The strongest person in this world is my master; no one is stronger than the 'God of War.' You're really making a funny joke."

"I see."

Upon hearing Jibril's words, Saitama couldn't help but smile expectantly. Perhaps this time he could find an opponent who would give him the passion to fight. However, seeing the idiot next to him still smiling...

Saitama casually flicked Jibril's forehead, who was still laughing without any regard for her image, knocking the winged girl to the ground with a large bump on her head.

"Remember to tell your boss what I said. I'm really looking forward to fighting him."

"Hiss... Are you serious?"

Touching the large bump on her head, Jibril's expression was a mixture of pain and disbelief. In this day and age, someone actually dared to challenge her master, the God of War "Althos"? That was just too outrageous and crazy!

"Ah! Of course, it's been a long time since I've found an opponent who can make me fight with all my might."

"Alright... In that case, I will pass on your words to my master. Be prepared to regret it."

"Hurry up and stop babbling! Do you want me to give you another hard knock on the head?"

Upon hearing Saitama's words, Jibril immediately sped away, not wanting to get another bump on her head. She decided to pass on Saitama's words to her master, the God of War, Artoch.

Chapter 88 The World of Games (Part 4)

"Avant Heim" floats 20,000 meters in the air, like a giant whale floating in the sky. Its back has a land area large enough to build a country. The settlement of the Skywing race and the palace of the war god "Arsht" are located on the back of this giant "Fantasy species".

"Did that person say that?"

"Exactly, those absurd and ignorant words were so funny that the bald man even hit me on the head with a bump because he was not convinced."

Taking the opportunity to secretly tattle, Jibril had already brought everything she needed to. In the end, it was up to her master to teach that bald man a lesson. As for whether her master would be defeated? ... Jibril hadn't even considered such a trivial matter. In this world, the God of War was the "strongest."

The enormous god seated on the throne possesses eighteen wings. It is said that the Skywing race was created from the feathers on these wings. He is the creator of the Skywing race, the God of War "Althos".

After listening to Jibril's report, the God of War did not react much, but simply tapped his fingers on his throne as he pondered.

"A man who appears to be human...without the power of an elf...yet he blocked your attack unscathed...and it's said he even killed a dragon spirit?"

"Judging from their appearance, they must be powerful individuals who came here from another world."

The gods born in this world, as well as most races that can manipulate elven magic, are not unfamiliar with the existence of other worlds. Races that are proficient in summoning magic can often bring strange things from other worlds. However, because it takes a lot of power to keep the summoned creatures in this world, otherworldly creatures generally do not stay here for very long.

The probability of summoning an intelligent race that can communicate with you from another world is extremely small, while the probability of summoning a powerful being who can kill a dragon spirit with a single punch is no less than the probability of a "Star Cup" falling directly on your head when you leave home.

Immediately intrigued by the bald man named Saitama, the God of War "Arsht" gave Jibril an order.

“Go and observe that man. Didn’t he say he was going to teach all the races and gods involved in the war a lesson?”

“Go and lead the way for him. If this man truly possesses immense power, then bring him before me.”

"Hey......."

Not quite understanding, Jibril, the winged girl, cautiously inquired of her master.

"Master, you don't really think that man can fight you, do you?"

"So, I'm having you take him to find the forest elf god 'Kainas' and the goblin god 'Okan.' If this man possesses the power to defeat gods, then bring him before me."

"Saitama... I'm really looking forward to it."

Artes, the God of War who has rarely taken the initiative to fight since the beginning of the great war, does not care about obtaining the Star Grail to become the "One God". He is already in the position of "strongest", so it doesn't matter if he becomes stronger.

The God of War, Arthas, seeks and craves someone who can defeat him. After Jibril brings news of this bald man, the God of War has a premonition... that the person he has been searching for has arrived.

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"Rick, can't you let me have a turn...?"

“Um… Mr. Saitama, I’ve already given you one ‘Queen’ and two ‘Bishop’ titles. Giving you any more would be very difficult for me.”

"Damn it... this game is so hard."

Having accidentally entered another world, Saitama met the human Riku and the machine girl Shuvi. After being invited by Riku to their village settlement, Saitama ate, drank, and exercised, but then became bored.

There are no TV shows to watch to pass the time. I usually have a game console that I borrowed from King, but now I really can't find anything to do.

Seeing that Saitama was clearly bored, Rick very considerately suggested playing a game with Saitama, namely "chess".

The "chess" in this world is an entertainment game that originated from the forest elves. It is said that the forest elves learned the game culture after summoning people from another world.

Because it's easy to make and the rules are simple and easy to understand, it has become popular among human tribes. After all, these days, besides survival and work, this is one of the few things that can pass the time.

After starting to play "chess", Rick was shocked to discover a fact: this Saitama... his chess skills were astonishingly bad. Not to mention that he had to be told the rules almost 10 times before he understood and remembered them, he also made all sorts of mistakes when he actually started playing... The final result was obvious: Saitama lost miserably.

Even with Rick's various concessions, including giving up one "Queen" and two "Bishops," Saitama was still utterly defeated. It's safe to say that intellectual games are completely foreign to Saitama.

"Ughhh—I'm not coming anymore!"

Having completely lost his temper, Saitama simply lay down on the stone bed next to him. This was the bedroom that Riku had arranged for him. The mentally broken Saitama chose to go to sleep.

"Well......."

Rick was quite embarrassed. He should have just let Saitama win a game, but unfortunately, he was also giving it his all when he played. Even though he gave Saitama three pieces, he still managed to execute a beautiful plan to win the game.

“Rick”.

"What's wrong, Shubi?"

"Something's wrong..."

The machine-type girl, Shubi, pulled Rick out of Saitama's bedroom and led him to her own room, where she began to recount her story earnestly.

"That plan... are you planning to involve Saitama?"

"I........"

Rick's expression immediately turned extremely ugly. The plan that Shubi mentioned was exactly what Rick was planning to do to completely end this war. By using the important information he had about various races, he would deceive, maneuver, and induce them to concentrate the power of all races in one place and unleash it, which would pierce through the planet and manifest the "Star Grail".

The origin of the war among the gods is the desire to become the sole being, to control the Star Grail and become the "one and only god" of this world. Therefore, the only way to end this war is to seize the Star Grail.

Although the plan is highly feasible, it is extremely difficult to execute it perfectly without any mistakes, because humanity is too weak... like ants trying to shake a giant elephant, even with all their combined strength, they are still incredibly fragile.

Even with the addition of Shiro, a Machine Race member, Riku still wasn't entirely confident he could achieve his plan. However, Saitama appeared at that moment.

With a single punch, he completely killed a powerful human of the Dragon Spirit race. Possessing such power, he is an existence that cannot be ignored in this great battle. Moreover, after initial contact and communication, Riku found that Saitama was very easy to talk to, so he began to waver.

Whether he is evil or is called a cold-blooded villain, Riku wants to use Saitama, this human who has nothing to do with this world, and wants to use his power to achieve his own plans.

“I’m sorry…Shubi…I…”

“Rick...Shubi will always support your decisions, and likewise...Shubi has given herself to Rick.”

Chapter 89 The World of Games (Part 5)

In this world, it is extremely difficult for humans to survive. The most important issue is the safety of their habitat. Not only do they need to be hidden away from the battlefields of other races, but they also need clean water to ensure their survival. Finally, they must always be wary of being affected by the battles of other races. You should know that those world-destroying monsters can destroy a mountain more easily than cleaning up the dust.

In this world that is worse than hell, it is truly a miracle that humans have survived. Compared to other human tribes that live on the ground like gophers, it is fortunate that the leader of this village tribe is Rick, who not only has a relatively comfortable place to live, but also clean water sources that make life easier for the villagers.

Furthermore, during the five years that Rick served as the village leader in these continuous battles, the tribe's population grew to over two thousand. Typically, villages of similar size would see at least a hundred deaths each year, but under Rick's leadership, the number of casualties in those five years was only 48.

Perhaps in this hellish world, sacrificing a few to ensure the survival of the many is an unavoidable choice. But every time a sacrifice occurs, Rick feels pain and self-blame. However, there is no other way for people in this world but to use their fellow countrymen as bait to prevent the majority from being threatened with death.

So far, only such sacrifices have been made to protect the survival of the rest of the village, but if this continues, all Rick can see in the end is despair. The war between the gods and other races has not stopped, and the road to the future is still only hell.

After finally meeting the machine girl Shuvi, Riku finally saw hope of ending the war. So now, this human, who was regarded as an insignificant ant by other races, made up his mind to end this war no matter what. Perhaps Riku will still succeed in the end, but this time... luck favored him a little more. A hero who came to this world out of interest unexpectedly.

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Saitama, who had just woken up, rolled over and got out of bed. Although he had arrived in a strange world where he knew no one, this bald hero was easygoing and carefree. As long as there was a bed, he could sleep comfortably. Besides, there were people here who would treat him to meals for free.

Stepping out of the bedroom carved into the mountainside, Saitama was greeted warmly by the villagers. Unlike Riku's deliberate gestures, in this cruel and unreasonable world, humans are only human beings, and only by surviving humans helping and supporting each other can they survive in this hellish place.

At first, there was a language barrier, but after the machine girl Shubi made a small translation device for Saitama, there was no problem with their communication. As if they were neighbors, Saitama waved to them and responded. Then, a little girl with purple hair ran up to Saitama.

"Your clothes are so strange, they're bright yellow and very eye-catching. Are you from another village?"

"Are my clothes strange?"

He tugged at his hero costume, because Saitama had worn the same costume when he helped Hatsume with his experiments, so the overly bright clothes looked very strange in this world.

"Yes, Rick said that we must wear clothes that blend into the environment, are not easily spotted, and are easy to disguise."

"By the way, where is Rick?"

Since he didn't see Rick after waking up, Saitama directly asked the little girl in front of him.

"Rick went out to scout. Why does he always risk his life to go out like that? Otherwise... otherwise, Dad wouldn't have..."

"what happened?"

Seeing the tears streaming down the face of the purple-haired little girl, Saitama scratched the back of his head, wondering if he had said something wrong.

"The child's name is Ina. Her father is Ivan, who was killed not long ago when he went out with Rick to gather intelligence and supplies."

"Uh......"

Saitama, unsure of what to say, could only watch helplessly as the bald hero, unable to comfort a child, continued to stroke Ina's head, while the red-haired woman who had answered Saitama's question did so.

“My name is Chloe, and I’m Rick’s sister. You’re someone Rick brought back from outside. Everyone will trust and accept you, and you can treat this place as your own home.”

"Okay... is there anything I can do for you?"

Sensing that the people here were living in great hardship, Saitama felt embarrassed to accept their free meals and offered to help.

"As for what to do... although there are indeed quite a few things that require manpower, the arrangements have already been made. How about this!"