A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

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Just as I handed the fantasy cards to F-zai to add to my deck, I caught a glimpse of a tall, thin, timid figure out of the corner of my eye.

"You are……"

Johnson turned his gaze and saw the person's left cheek wrapped tightly with gauze, which seemed to overlap with someone in his memory.

The man's heart started racing as Johnson's gaze swept over him. He quickly raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless and explained, "I...I...I'm here to find the hero who just defeated the monster!"

Thump thump thump... thump thump thump...

As the familiar "Emperor Engine" sounded, Johnson suddenly realized, "It's King!"

I was wondering why it looked so familiar.

However, could it be that the slightly younger King in front of us is currently dressed like someone who just encountered the weirdo who left him with three scars?

Johnson slightly raised the brim of his hat, walked over and patted King on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, you're looking for Saitama, right?"

King, already a hardcore otaku, didn't recognize Johnson's hero identity: "Hey, is that hero's name Saitama?"

"If you're talking about the guy who defeated that octopus monster, then it must be him."

Johnson pointed, and King turned his head to look in the direction of his finger.

In the ruins of the collapsed city, a figure was struggling to move the fallen building debris. Pieces of reinforced concrete of varying sizes flew to both sides like wads of waste paper, causing dust to billow in the air.

"It's right here! How can I not find it... Oh, I've finally found it!"

Saitama returned happily carrying two large plastic bags; his previous shopping basket had vanished.

"Uh……"

Upon seeing his benefactor return, King was about to speak when he heard the man beside him say, "Stop! Saitama, let me help you with your things."

"Oh, thank you! But why..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two plastic bags were enveloped by his telekinesis, detached from Saitama's hands, and flew into the air.

Immediately, Qiao Sen clapped his hands together, his cheeks puffing out.

"Water escape—who built the dam?!"

"Wow--"

An exaggerated stream of water sprayed towards Saitama from a distance, and by the time he reacted, he was completely soaked.

Along with that, the bloodstains and grime on his body were washed away completely.

"Okay, it's okay."

With precise control over the water output of the "Great Waterfall Technique," Johnson snapped his fingers, and the plastic bag in the sky fell back into Saitama's hands.

puff--

Tick ​​tock tick tock…

Drenched in water, Saitama took it blankly, spitting out a mouthful of water, his dead fish eyes filled with resentment: "Josen, I have no grudge against you, why did you spit on me!"

"That's not saliva, it's... never mind, just think of it as a superpower."

"Don't think you can get away with this so easily!!"

King, who had been watching in a daze, suddenly realized that his benefactor's defeat of the giant octopus monster wasn't so outrageous after all.

Is this what a hero is?

"Hey, you're still here?"

After arguing for a while, Saitama realized he couldn't win against Johnson, who was always acting like a sugar daddy. He gave up and then noticed King, who had been standing next to Johnson.

"Yes, it is!"

King snapped out of his daze and bowed sincerely to Saitama: "There's a pharmacy outside the pedestrian street. I asked them to bandage my wound and then rushed back to thank you, my benefactor!"

“Oh, there’s no need for such a formal thank you,” Saitama scratched his head. “I’m someone who wants to be a hero out of interest, and since I’ve encountered a monster, there’s no way I can just ignore it.”

"Besides, the big guy I took down today was also a significant gain for me, so there's no need to worry about it too much."

A hero...

A hint of envy and longing flickered in King's eyes, but when he looked at Saitama and Johnson, who was clearly no ordinary person beside him, that glimmer of emotion quickly faded.

Impossible. I'm just an ordinary person, a lazy otaku who only knows how to play games. How could I become a hero like them, who are already strong?

"That's possible."

Chapter 83 World Line Convergence (Part 1)

"That's possible."

"It's happening!" Johnson suddenly said.

Saitama looked bewildered: "What's possible?"

"……Eh?"

King was greatly shocked.

Did I just blurt out what was on my mind?

“As long as you keep training, you can become stronger too.” Johnson pointed at Saitama. “Just look at Saitama. He’s been training for less than a year, and he can already take on monsters of this size on his own. If it were you, I think you could do it too, right?”

Saitama: "..."

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you suddenly using me as an example?!"

"really?"

King couldn't help but feel a little tempted; becoming stronger...

impossible!

It felt as if a tiny voice inside the King was screaming hysterically—

Absolutely impossible!

Someone like me who has neither courage nor perseverance...

Even the most basic training would be impossible to sustain, right?

"Think about it. If you're interested, you can come find me in Z City." Johnson took out a business card printed by the Hero Association and handed it to King. "I'll introduce you to the best trainers."

"Ah, okay," King said instinctively, taking the bag. "Thank you..."

He glanced down at the name on the business card: S-class hero, "Super Cop" Johnson.

King recalled a news article he had seen while surfing the internet and suddenly realized what it meant.

It turned out to be him!

Seeing that Johnson extended the invitation without even asking for his opinion, Saitama immediately bristled: "Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me so obviously when you talk to me. I haven't even finished my own training, how can you train others?"

click-

Johnson quickly pulled out his phone and captured this precious moment.

When I sell it to Bald Cape Man later, I'll set the price at 10000 yen per piece.

After finishing, he said, "Since it's just a side trip anyway, wouldn't training together be more motivating?"

Saitama, whose art style was gradually becoming simpler, couldn't help but jump up and down: "Don't just make decisions for people so casually!"

"Hey hey, are you angry?" Johnson adjusted his hat brim and unleashed his ultimate move, "I'll cover the premium beef hot pot this month."

"Please introduce me to more trainees like this!"

King: "..."

King, who was already socially awkward, couldn't join the conversation between the two. After dealing with Saitama, Johnson walked over to him and said, "By the way, you were injured just now, right? I have a healing ability that can speed up healing. If you trust me, let me heal you!"

"Oh, is that alright? That would be great."

"Healing Palm Technique" activated, and chakra brimming with healing power surged into the wound. King's expression softened, and he exclaimed with delight, "It worked! It doesn't hurt anymore!"

"It's good that it works, uh..."

When the gauze was removed from King's face, Johnson's expression froze.

The three familiar scars still remain on King's face, making him even closer to the strongest hero on Earth in the original story.

A bead of cold sweat broke out on Johnson's forehead, something he rarely did. Where exactly did things go wrong?

I just treated a few survivors, and the cuts on their abdomens have completely healed. How did that happen?

At this point, Saitama thoughtfully found a piece of broken glass from a French window and held it up in front of King so he could see what he looked like.

"Wow, it's really completely healed. Although it left a scar, it looks surprisingly good. Now those thugs shouldn't dare to bully me anymore."

Saitama agreed wholeheartedly, commenting, "Indeed, it looks quite imposing at first glance."

Johnson: ?

"Arigato, Joshen-san!"

Hey, you're not angry?