A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

King shivered for no reason, as if he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Chapter 86 Hot Pot Team Expands Recruitment

"By the way, King, where's the game console?"

Sensing that King was already having second thoughts, Johnson deliberately changed the subject.

"Come on, let's get it out. Since we still have some time before we can have a midnight snack, let's play a game first."

When it comes to playing games, King's expression immediately softens, his face stops looking sour, and he straightens his back.

"Oh, okay, it's in my other bag, I'll go get it now."

five minutes later.

The words "GAME OVER" appeared on the TV screen. Johnson was stunned for a moment, not understanding why, even though he had entered "Spider Time," he was still unable to interrupt the relentless combo performed by the game character controlled by King.

Is this what they call talent?

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him, the child is ruined."

His own game character screamed and fell to the ground. Johnson put down the controller in frustration: "King, I know your strength very well. From now on, the task of challenging you will be handed over to Saitama."

Seeing that Qiao Sen had conceded defeat, King, who had been wearing a bitter face, finally smiled slightly: "Hehe, games are indeed one of the few areas where I am good at something."

"Hey hey hey, the seafood hot pot is here~"

Just then, Saitama arrived with a hot pot. Johnson quickly used his superpower to cut off the game console, and the defeat screen on the TV immediately turned into a blue screen.

"Alright, cut that part out and stop broadcasting. Let's go get some late-night snacks!"

King smiled broadly: "Okay."

The TV screen switched back to the free disaster channel, and as one ingredient after another was served, the atmosphere in the living room instantly became lively.

Johnson used his telekinesis to suspend the food items that wouldn't fit on the coffee table in mid-air. "Saitama, is there any beer left in the fridge?"

Saitama got up and walked towards the refrigerator upon hearing this: "Is there one? I remember you brought a lot last time."

"Let's open two more boxes to celebrate, as we've gained another member to our hot pot team."

"okay!"

With everything ready, the three of them each opened a bottle of beer.

"Cheers!" x3

As various ingredients were added to the pot, Johnson and Saitama began their first battle for the meat slices as they cooked.

King suddenly felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the scene before him, realizing how lonely he had been in the past twenty-seven years of his life.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson and Mr. Saitama!"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly feeling sad?"

"Don't be shy, hot pot is something you have to make quickly, or there won't be any left!"

"Eh……"

Looking at the empty hot pot with only the broth left, King couldn't help but question his life.

Has anything been cooked in this pot just now?

Seeing that King hadn't eaten a single bite, Saitama pushed the boiled, pinkish-white octopus slices in front of him towards King: "Want to try some? They're delicious boiled octopus slices! And I've made my special wasabi sauce!"

"Octopus slices..."

King subconsciously thought of the giant octopus monster that had almost killed him that afternoon. He was about to say thank you when he heard Johnson, who was adding vegetables to the pot, say, "I suggest you don't eat this. It's cooked, but you'll most likely get diarrhea."

King: "..."

Saitama: "..."

King withdrew his chopsticks, which had just been extended slightly, without hesitation. His decisive action made Saitama's vision go black on the spot.

"Hey, there's a limit to slander!"

Two hours later, the three of them had eaten and drunk their fill.

King, who is in the worst physical condition, has already vomited twice in the toilet. Even Saitama is a bit drunk, clinging to Johnson's leg and refusing to let go, vowing to fight another three hundred rounds.

Johnson kicked Saitama back and used his telekinesis to clean up the mess on the floor: "Alright, alright, I'll do the dishes today. The rest of the stage is yours!"

"Stage? What stage?"

Saitama looked bewildered, but King snapped out of it, took a sip of herbal tea to help him sober up, picked up the controller from the ground, and said, "So Saitama, are you going to challenge me too?"

"A game?" Saitama instinctively took the controller, and his interest was piqued. "Sure, I'm really interested in playing games!"

After vomiting, King regained his composure, a confident look flashing across his face: "Then let's do it!"

In the kitchen, Johnson separated the dishes and trash, then called out the all-powerful F-boy.

F-zai considerately waved to signal the main body to get lost, fully understanding Qiao Sen's eagerness to see Saitama being tortured to death. He then picked up the apron hanging on the wall, tied it on, and entered housekeeping mode.

Fortunately, the two people in the living room didn't have time to pay attention to the kitchen right now, otherwise they would have seen the eerie scene of an apron floating in the air while doing housework.

When Johnson arrived, Saitama had already sensed something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, why isn't my controller responding? I clearly pressed the counter button!"

"Because I countered your counterattack the instant you tried to counter it."

King calmly said this while simultaneously unleashing a powerful attack from his game character, cleanly and decisively depleting Saitama's health.

Saitama shook his head, skeptical: "It must be because I drank too much. Let's try again!"

Half an hour later.

"Do not--"

After bringing King's character to the brink of death, Saitama watched helplessly as King effortlessly executed a godlike maneuver, turning the tide with a single-handed shield counter-attack that resulted in a ten-kill comeback.

Life's great joys and sorrows can happen in an instant. After experiencing an unprecedented defeat, Saitama let out a scream, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Saitama has been defeated 108 times and is unable to rise again.

King, with an air of mastery, picked up the still-warm teacup beside him and took a sip.

Click!

The Polaroid camera in Johnson's hand captured this precious moment.

……

A week later.

After taking some time to handle the police station's affairs for the week, Johnson quickly left at Anzu's urging.

The so-called "processing" simply involved signing documents that required his approval, and the Special Affairs Section of Z City had long since taken on the form of a certain Black Widow.

The certain hands-off manager was naturally happy with this outcome.

With a snap of his fingers, he arrived at the park and saw King, wearing a mask of pain, doing squat training under Saitama's supervision.

"48...49...Keep it up! Just one more and you'll break 50! King, you can do it!"

King's tall but not strong body crouched down shakily, large drops of sweat streaming down his scars, veins bulging on his forehead, and intense emotions coalescing into a suppressed roar—

"Drink—"

"50!! You did it!"

pat.

"No, I can't take it anymore..."

King plopped down on the grass in the park, panting heavily as if he were completely exhausted.

"That's it for today's training. If I keep this kind of terrifying training volume every day, I'll definitely die from overwork!"

Chapter 87 Heroes Gathering (Part 1)

"how could be?"

Saitama, dressed in sportswear, stood with his hands on his hips. Although his collar and back were soaked with sweat, he was undoubtedly in much better shape than King.

“My initial training volume was twice that of yours, and I’m doing just fine now, aren’t I? Besides, you’ve improved a lot since a week ago. At the beginning, you couldn’t even do twenty squats.”

"No no no..."

Upon hearing Saitama's words, King, who was sitting on the ground, shook his head vigorously like a rattle: "People are different from one another, and I don't want to die young!"

Grandpa Maruko, who has hair, found a twig somewhere and poked King's thigh: "Come on, hang in there a little longer!"

(⊙?⊙)

King shuddered: "Don't come any closer!!"

"..."

Saitama, who was getting completely crushed in the game, was now somewhat driven by personal grudges, and his innocent grin was seen as devilish by King.

Johnson greeted them, bought them drinks in advance, and then sat on a nearby bench to read the newspaper.