A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

King carefully opened the slightly damaged case of the dating simulation game disc. He breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the game disc, which featured a pink anime girl, was intact.

"That's wonderful! My beloved wife wasn't hurt in this accident. I was worried that we wouldn't be able to rekindle our relationship! It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune!"

Mua~

At home, King let loose and hugged the disc, giving it a big kiss before putting it into the disc slot of the game console.

The loading bar finished shortly afterward, and a cute pink anime girl appeared on the screen, her sweet voice hitting King right in the heart.

"Long time no see, Onii-chan! Did you miss Sae-chan while she was away? Hehe, Sae-chan missed Onii-chan too!"

"Oh my gosh! Yako-chan is the best!!"

Ding dong.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, King, whose eyes were filled with his anime waifus, trembled and almost threw the game controller on the spot.

"Uh...that startled me. Who could it be at this hour?!"

After calming his startled emotions, King pressed the pause button and muttered to himself as he walked to the door.

The long-awaited meeting was interrupted, and even the timid King looked a little annoyed.

"Who?"

boom--

The door opened, and the two Hero Association members in black suits took a deep breath, opening their mouths to speak, when a very imposing figure suddenly appeared before them—

The room's lighting fell behind King, casting a heavy shadow on his impatient face.

Three scars running across his cheeks and a slightly furrowed brow create a terrifying face that can stop a child from crying. Even two adults facing it feel as if a dark cloud is pressing down on them, and an aura of overwhelming power is overwhelming them. Even the air seems to carry a hint of the rusty smell of blood and gore.

goo-dong-

The two men in black suits subconsciously swallowed, feeling like a small boat in a storm, struggling and tossing in the raging waves, with the possibility of sinking at any moment.

"We are staff members of the Hero Association! Please believe us, we have absolutely no malicious intent!!"

Chapter 85 World Line Convergence (Part 2)

"Hugs, hugs, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!!"

"I'm so sorry for visiting without prior appointment! I'm truly sorry!!"

When King didn't react after listening, the two men in black suits were immediately drenched in cold sweat, and their legs went weak, so they knelt down on the same day.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you!!" ×2

King: "..."

King stared blankly at the two men in black suits who suddenly knelt down in reverence. In reality, the scene before him had changed so quickly that his brain hadn't quite caught up.

What were they saying just now?

Hero Association?

Is the service from this organization really that good?

Seeing that the two didn't look up for a while, King was a little helpless and asked tentatively in his usual deep voice, "So... what do you want from me?"

"Yes, here's the thing... uh, well, it might be a bit complicated to explain. May we come in and talk to you?"

"Let's talk inside, it's not impossible..." King was about to make way for the two of them when he suddenly remembered that the TV in the living room was still paused on the interface of the dating simulation game that had just been opened. "Okay, let's talk right here at the door!"

"sorry!!"

"We know we were wrong!!"

"..."

……

"That's what happened..." King said with a worried look on the phone, "I finally managed to deal with them, but they still insist that I defeated the octopus monster. They say I'm now some kind of 'special hero' of the Hero Association, and they even gave me a hero name like 'King.' What am I going to do?"

"Uh……"

Johnson picked up the baseball cap that was placed aside, never expecting that things would unfold in such an absurd way.

Ultimately, the credit for Saitama's defeat of the octopus monster went to King, and unlike in the original work, he also received his future hero name ahead of time.

The so-called "specially invited hero" is kept secret until enough battle records are collected to push King into the S-class hero tier in one step.

The plan devised by the Hero Association's M City branch is clearly a blatant copy of Lanny's previous successful case, which means...

Is there anything I have to do with this?

Johnson couldn't help but scratch his head.

Fortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, the process changed, but the result remained the same.

It can only be said that King's incredible luck in this world is as invincible as Saitama's fist.

"If you ask me, this should be a good thing. Putting aside the facts, hasn't the Hero Association already given you a stipend in advance, treating you like an S-class hero? You can't possibly have to give it back, can you?"

"Uh, this..."

King paused, recalling the confusing string of numbers in the payment SMS, and realized he was indeed a little reluctant to part with it.

"What should I do? Mr. Qiao, can you help me?"

“Of course, no problem,” Johnson laughed. “I happen to have a guy here who wants to challenge you in games. Why don’t you come over now, King? You can still try our Z City’s special late-night hot pot.”

"Hmm... if it's about playing games, this seems... feasible!" King thought for a moment, suddenly feeling somewhat tempted, but then he realized the crux of the matter, "But, Mr. Johnson, what... did you just call me?"

Johnson replied matter-of-factly, "King."

"Hey, isn't this a bit much?" King's old face fell, his naturally fierce and powerful features instantly filled with worry, making him look somewhat comical. "After all, I'm not a real hero!"

Someone casually remarked, "Hey, you get used to it. It's common professional etiquette for heroes to address each other by their names."

"Oh, is that so?" King, who had been completely fooled, scratched his head, sighed, and made a decision. "Then please wait for me for a moment. I'll pack up and take the high-speed train over!"

"Okay, remember to bring your game console too."

"understood!"

……

into the night.

Ding-dong-

"I'm coming."

Saitama put down the remote control and ran to open the door.

Wearing a baseball cap, carrying a backpack, and holding two large bags, King appeared at the door looking travel-worn.

"I'm sorry to have kept you both waiting."

King, with a smile that he considered "gentle" but was actually terrifying, said, "When the taxi driver heard about this address, he was unwilling to drive any further, so I had to walk in myself, which caused a delay."

Saitama scratched his head and took King's luggage: "Ah, I live in a rather remote place. Come on in."

"Thank you for bothering me."

"King, you're here," Johnson walked over, and the entryway, with three people standing there, suddenly felt a bit crowded. "Have you had dinner yet? We're planning to have a late-night snack, so let's eat together."

“I’m a little hungry,” King said, opening one of the packages, which was filled with seafood and dried goods. “I heard we were going to have hot pot, so I brought the seafood I bought in J City. I hope you’ll like it.”

"You're here, no need to be so polite." Saitama's eyes lit up, and he naturally took the package. "Then let's have seafood miso broth hot pot today! Wow, what a huge piece of kelp..."

As they were talking, the person had already entered the kitchen quite consciously.

Saitama's cooking skills are pretty good because he's been single for many years, which is one of the reasons why Johnson usually brings his own ingredients to come over for a free meal.

I'm just too lazy to wash the dishes.

"Come in and have a seat," Johnson led King into the living room. Seeing that he was a little nervous, he poured him a cup of hot tea and comforted him, "Don't be shy, make yourself at home."

"Good, good."

Saitama's disgruntled voice came from the kitchen: "Hey, hey, hey, isn't this my house? Shouldn't I be the one saying these welcoming words to guests?"

"Aren't you busy? I'll take care of this little thing."

After a brief exchange of banter, King, who was chronically socially awkward, gradually relaxed. However, the thought of the Hero Association's plans immediately brought a frown to his face again: "Johnson-san..."

"Okay, don't say any more."

"Uh……"

Johnson abruptly interrupted the spellcasting: "I know what you're worried about, King, but don't rush. I have indeed devised a plan to make you stronger, but it needs a trigger before it can be implemented. As for the near future..."

As he spoke, Johnson pointed to Saitama, who was busy in the kitchen.

"You know how strong Saitama is, right?"

“Ah, of course,” King nodded subconsciously, “After all, it was Saitama who saved me from the monsters.”

"You'll be doing your daily workouts with Saitama from now on!"

"All right……"