A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"Are you looking for Saitama?" Seeing the old lady nod, Johnson turned around and called into the house, "Saitama, someone's looking for you!"

"Hey, they're here..." Saitama finished brewing the tea, took a few steps over, and after seeing who it was, he immediately wanted to close the door.

The old woman's face darkened when she saw Saitama, and the murderous intent she had when knocking on the door resurfaced: "Hey you, come out and talk to me!"

"Ugh, I have to go out again, what a hassle!" Saitama's face stiffened, and he reluctantly walked out. "Um, Johnson, please sit down for a while. The tea is ready. I'm going out for a bit."

"It's out of the way."

boom!

The old woman slammed the door shut, and a sharp roar could be faintly heard from outside.

Qiao Sen picked up his teacup and took a couple of comfortable sips. The tea was so-so, but he wasn't picky; he was simply enjoying the relaxing process.

boom!

Chapter 16 Saitama's New Home

boom!

Another door slammed shut.

Qiao Sen turned around; it was Saitama.

His expression revealed a complex mix of composure, helplessness, embarrassment, and bewilderment.

"So, who is that old lady?"

“That old woman is the landlady,” Saitama sat down opposite Johnson, picked up his teacup and took a sip. “Because I’m three months behind on rent, she wants me to move out by tomorrow.”

...Before tomorrow?

Good grief, you might as well just tell her she wants you to get out right now.

"Oh, but didn't you help her resolve so many problematic households? Why won't you give her even a little leeway?"

"That's why. Because the police arrested all her tenants, and no one was paying rent, so the old woman told me to get out."

"..."

Johnson Apartments.

Slurp—X2

Since Saitama hadn't had dinner yet, and Johnson, who was helping him pack, was also hungry, the first thing he did when he got home was to cook.

For convenience and speed, the first choice is naturally Johnson's specially made extra-ingredient instant noodles.

As a result, the sound of slurping noodles on the balcony became two separate sounds.

"Thank goodness you were here, Johnson, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to find a place to stay today. You've been a huge help." Saitama chewed on a large piece of boiled beef. "But don't worry, I'll move out as soon as possible. Thank you so much."

A "limiter fragment" was generated along with the hair that fell off Saitama's head. Johnson caught it with lightning speed: "It's okay, my guest room is always empty anyway, so you can stay here for a long time if you want."

Saitama felt a gust of wind behind him, but when he turned around, he found nothing. He was puzzled but didn't think much of it and turned back to eat his noodles in silence.

The next day.

Johnson went to the police station, made an appearance before his superiors, dealt with a few backlogged reports, and then rode his scooter to the road for duty.

Even though we have special privileges, we can't always skip work.

After diligently completing his day's work, Johnson returned to his apartment building and saw Saitama walking down the stairs with a large suitcase in each hand.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Saitama? Have you found a place to live yet?"

“Yes,” Saitama said, stacking the cardboard boxes he was carrying on an old handcart he’d found somewhere, wiping his sweat. “The owner of the clothing store said that there’s an area in Z City that has become a no-man’s-land at some point, but the basic water and electricity haven’t been cut off. I was thinking of going there to see if there are any vacant houses to stay in.”

Qiao Sen suddenly realized that Saitama had moved to a single apartment in the no-man's-land so long ago.

"Oh, that's fine, I'll help."

"It's really troublesome."

With their combined efforts, Saitama quickly finished organizing his meager belongings and piled them all onto the handcart.

Saitama was about to say that he could go by himself, but then he saw Johnson reach out to the full trolley. A faint blue light flashed, and the trolley disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, like a pattern erased by an eraser.

Saitama: "..."

[Fantasy Card: Scrap Cart]

Card Type: Item Card

Rarity: N

[Description: A handcart full of scrap metal; upon closer inspection, many items are still usable.]

【Effect 1: Mobile Dormitory】

Wherever the cart is pushed, that's where home is.

【Effect 2: Waste Recycling】

Selling it to a scrap metal recycling center might yield some profit.

Johnson: "..."

The moment the cards were made, both of them couldn't hold back their excitement.

Saitama: Superpowers are really convenient!

Johnson: I'm so lucky to have a reliable job!

"Let's go up and check again, see if we forgot anything."

"I don't quite remember, but since you asked, Johnson, let's check it again!"

The two went upstairs. Saitama went into the guest room to check it over, and when he came out, he was carrying a red and yellow striped garment with a ball of white fabric in the middle.

The more Johnson looked at it, the more familiar it seemed: "What is this?"

"The clothing store owner knew I was walking the path of a hero, so he specially gave me a hero uniform before closing the store. The material is quite sturdy." Saitama unfolded the uniform, a sheepish smile on his face. "Thank goodness you reminded me, Johnson, otherwise I would have really forgotten."

The outfit consisted of a yellow jumpsuit, red rubber gloves and boots, and a white cape that could be attached to the shoulders.

Looking at this comical uniform, Saitama, holding it up in front of him, gradually overlaps with the image of the bald cape-wearing hero.

Right!

"It's okay, even if you forget, you can come back to pick it up next time."

"Joseph, you're such a good person."

"Stop giving out those 'good guy' cards. Let's get going before it gets dark!"

"Okay, sure! But what's a 'friend card'?"

……

On the deserted streets, rows of streetlights lit up.

beep beep beep...

A police-painted scooter sped along the road carrying two men. The wind howled, and the man in the back seat had a few strands of hair occasionally being blown out. The man in the front seat remained expressionless, his eyes burning with a clear, azure flame. With invisible mental power, he accurately captured cards that were invisible to others and put them into his pocket.

[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] x15

This time, more than ten "limiter fragments" have been collected, but the Stand has yet to provide any feedback that it is "compatible".

Qiao Sen understood that the opportunity to break through the limitation was indeed not so easy to obtain. At this rate, the number of "limiter fragments" needed for fusion would only increase in the future.

Let's have another Sichuan hot pot tonight!

prick--

The screeching sound of brakes rang out, and Saitama was thrown forward by inertia, his wind-blown hair obscuring his eyes.

"here it is……"

When he lifted the hair in front of his eyes, a gray-white residential building stood before him. The balcony on one side was made of red bricks and looked somewhat dilapidated, but it was fully equipped with facilities such as rooftop antennas and solar panels, making it the best-preserved building in the area.

"Is anyone here?"

Johnson cupped his hands into a megaphone and shouted at the top of his lungs, but the entire street was deserted, with no response except for the echo.

"Great, nobody's here, let's stay here."

Saitama: "..."

You're using a very new way of confirming things, but I have to say, it's really useful.

As with everything we'd seen along the way, this apartment building was deserted.

Saitama walked into the hallway and tested the lights: "Ah, it does have electricity, so I'll use this spot!"

"Wait a moment!"

Saitama paused, turning to look at Johnson.

Johnson shook his head: "I didn't say anything."

"It was I who told you two idiots to wait a moment!"

Just then, a street lamp in the distance suddenly came to life, pulling its "body" connected to a large number of wires from the road, baring its teeth and roaring angrily: "This is my territory! Who gave you permission to move in without permission?!"