A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"It's been a long time since I've felt any vibration!"

"So, does that mean the monster has already been eliminated?"

"..."

Just as everyone was discussing it, the overhead loudspeaker began broadcasting a response.

"Breaking news: The suspected ghost-level disaster that appeared in Z City has been dealt with by the 30th-ranked 'Super Alert' (Level A). Z City has now returned to peace. Thank you to the hero for his contribution!"

"Breaking news..."

The Hero Association's broadcasts rang out throughout Z-City, and promotional advertisements appeared on large screens set up in various shelters.

On the screen, Johnson, dressed in a smart and sharp police uniform with his shirt sleeves rolled up, landed like a phantom on a hideous lizard-like monster with his fists burning with azure flames.

Then, the scene changes, and all the monsters that Johnson had defeated appear, including the crane monster from City A that was actually killed by Tatsumaki.

Although it's clear that the promotional video mostly uses ordinary footage from roadside surveillance cameras, the post-production restoration clearly restores the details of every aspect of the battle. Combined with top-notch music and editing, it gives the impression of a high-octane action movie.

"Wow! Is it a new hero? He's so cool!"

"Being able to control lightning, he's another superpowered hero!"

"Wow, that's amazing! He actually defeated the monster with his bare hands!"

"Of course he's strong! He was an A-rank hero right from his debut!"

"Could he have killed that giant insect outside in the same way?"

stab-

With a hiss of an airlock, the shelter doors swung open.

People who saw the light of day again were overjoyed. Some shouted excitedly and ran towards the exit, while others raised their phones to film the heroic figure of Johnson beating up the lizard monster on the screen.

In the words of the investors, at this moment, Qiao Sen's popularity was rapidly monetized, and most of the rescued people spontaneously became his fans.

Everyone around had fled, and the black-haired youth who had been most eager to get out was no longer in a hurry.

He looked at the hero information "Super Cop Johnson" displayed on the screen, slowly stood up, and stretched: "Oh, it's Johnson. Well done."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he reached out to cover his stomach.

"Something's wrong! My stomach is starting to rumble, I need to find a toilet right away."

With that, he dashed past the crowd and rushed out of the shelter exit.

"Oh dear! What a strong wind!"

"Who pushed me just now? How annoying!"

A gap was parted in the crowded people, and the figure of the black-haired youth sped away through it.

In the sky, Johnson also heard the Hero Association's broadcast.

"Is the official hero name finally confirmed as 'Super Cop'?" Johnson pondered for a moment, then accepted it. "Anyway, it's better than that cringeworthy 'Thunderbolt,' and at the very least, it sounds better than 'Bald Cape Man,' hmm..."

A figure sprinting below caught his attention; the familiar old tracksuit and the superhuman speed.

"Isn't that Saitama!"

Just as I was about to go down and say hello, I saw this guy plunge headfirst into a relatively intact public toilet in the ruins.

"Uh……"

Qiao Sen immediately withdrew all his mental energy that was spreading outwards, for fear of receiving some kind of pungent information.

Having not seen him for a few days, I had originally planned to have a meal with him, but now I've changed my mind.

"Let's do it next time."

Anyway, for that guy, the two of them had just eaten hot pot together yesterday.

But as it turns out, some things are simply unavoidable.

"Joe-sen, I'm here~"

Just as he turned around to fly away, Johnson froze.

Is this dog trained to go to the toilet this fast?

"What a coincidence..."

After landing, Johnson observed Saitama's hand from a distance.

Yes, it's very clean.

That means they didn't wash their hands.

Johnson silently took two steps back: "By the way, what are you doing in the shelter?"

"Well, it's a long story..."

Saitama was taken aback, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

He would never reveal that he was trapped in the shelter and unable to escape, which prevented him from fighting the monster.

It would be especially embarrassing for Johnson, who knows he is striving to become a hero, to know this.

"Let's not talk about that then," she thought of the "Limiter Fragments" that had been cleared from her deck once, and decided to invite him, "I'm planning to have a barbecue on the balcony tonight, want to come along?"

"Hey, barbecue?" Saitama seemed interested, scratching his head. "Didn't we just have hot pot yesterday..."

With precise telekinesis, he caught a "limiter fragment" that had suddenly formed. Johnson remained calm and said, "It's my treat today. So, tell me if you're coming or not."

"Yeah!"

Johnson pointed towards the restroom: "Then go wash your hands."

"Ah, I've been found out... Actually, I was just in a hurry. I'm usually very hygienic!"

Saitama's expression froze.

"But is washing hands really that important?"

Chapter 38 Barbie Q

sizzle...

On a baking tray piled high with ingredients, fresh pork belly sizzles and drips oil as it is grilled. The red-hot bamboo charcoal meets the dripping oil, occasionally igniting into a bright flame.

Saitama squatted in front of the grill, fanning himself vigorously. The meat, scalded by the flames, quickly cooked, and an enticing aroma filled the air.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, his index finger twitching: "Johnson, the meat's almost cooked, is your sauce ready yet?"

"Here it comes," Johnson said, carrying a tray of barbecue sauce, condiments, and seasoning dishes from the kitchen. He pulled over a folding chair and sat down. "Don't rush, for charcoal grilling, the sauce is the key, you know?"

Saitama hurriedly flipped the grilled meat and mushrooms on the baking tray: "I don't know, all I know is that I'm starving."

"Okay, let's eat then."

Johnson picked up a barbecue brush and brushed the prepared barbecue sauce onto the pork belly that had been grilled until it was crispy and golden brown, gesturing for Saitama to start eating.

The two each opened a bottle of ice-cold beer and clinked glasses. They took a bite of the piping hot grilled meat wrapped in fresh lettuce, and the chewy texture and rich sauce burst in their mouths, instantly giving meaning to their previous busy work.

"It's so hot...but Johnson, your sauce is really delicious."

"Of course, I'm a professional when it comes to food."

The food in the refrigerator was decreasing at a visible rate, and even the baking tray had to be replaced no less than ten times.

Because his body's energy needs far exceed those of ordinary people, Johnson already had a large appetite; Saitama's appetite also increased day by day after he met him.

At this moment, the two gluttons were getting into their stride, and the battle on the balcony became increasingly fierce.

Thanks to the results of his training, Saitama has gone from being completely dominated by Johnson at the beginning to now being able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and barely maintain a 50/50 situation. The existence of the protagonist's halo is undeniably powerful.

Of course, Johnson didn't go all out; the "limiter fragments" that occasionally fell out with his hair were enough for him to release them into the sea several times.

After downing a case of beer, Saitama patted his round belly and let out a satisfied burp: "I can't eat anymore, or I feel like I won't be able to fit into my uniform tomorrow morning!"

"A real man can't say he can't, this is nothing..."

Jingle Bell……

Johnson swept the grilled pineapple beef cubes onto his plate when suddenly his cell phone, which was on the coffee table, rang.

Qiao Sen stood up and handed the barbecue tongs in his hand to Saitama: "Excuse me, I'm going to take this call."

Saitama took it, sprang up from the recliner with a somersault, and his usually sullen eyes suddenly lit up with excitement: "Go ahead, leave this plate of grilled meat to me!"

"That was really hard for you."

"Hello, this is Johnson."

Back inside, Johnson answered the phone, and a familiar female voice came through the receiver.

"Oh, it's Miss Lanny. Good evening."

With the phone dangling from his ear, Johnson turned on the tap in the kitchen to wash his hands: "Your two subordinates? Oh, I saw them, but the situation was rather urgent... It's alright, no need for apologies, and I also learned about the officially confirmed hero's name from the news."

He washed the dirt off his hands and dried them with a towel. "...Forget about the press conference and stuff. I'm not interested in the so-called hero rankings. You can arrange that...Event funds and hero stipends? I remember there was a bank card information in the information I filled out last time, right? Okay, just transfer it to that account, thank you."

With telekinesis, Saitama carried the phone back to the coffee table. From the balcony came Saitama's muffled voice: "Josen, are you done yet? If you don't bring this plate of grilled meat soon, I'm really going to eat it all!"

"They're here!" Upon hearing this, the fighting spirit in Qiao Sen's eyes reignited, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed over. "You old bastard, you really aren't planning to leave any for me!"