Shirou's clones number 30 million

"How much? I'll take it."

"Mr. Saitama, I knew you wouldn't let me down. Rest assured, I certainly won't let you down either! By the way, we're having a sale right now, buy two get one free, are you interested?"

"Give me two boxes."

"Okay! I guarantee it will be effective within a month, no, even a week! When that time comes, please be sure to come to our company and help us with some promotion."

"No problem, it's a small matter."

If my hair really could grow back, I wouldn't mind doing ten more promotional campaigns, let alone just once.

After paying and seeing the salesman off, Saitama immediately opened the box and started trying it out.

This is a medicated hair growth product; according to the instructions, it seems to be applied to the scalp.

Soon, a layer of white hair growth cream was applied to the top of his head.

......

A week later.

"It didn't work at all. Was I scammed?"

Although it wasn't the first time I'd been fooled, I still felt really angry.

After much hesitation, Saitama decided to make a phone call to inquire.

However, no one answered the phone.

"Why isn't she answering? Did she change her phone number?"

I left home and headed straight for the company where my target company was located.

"Where is this?"

The towering buildings that once stood there have disappeared, replaced by ruins that are being cleared.

Traces of blood can still be faintly seen in the collapsed building.

"What's going on?"

Saitama stopped a worker who was clearing rubble and asked:

What happened here?

"Are you an employee of this company? You should find another job. I heard that a strange person appeared at this company a week ago, and there were a lot of deaths and injuries."

"Didn't anyone survive?"

"Yes, I heard that all the employees who were in the company at the time were eaten by the monster. The few people who weren't in the company at the time were lucky enough to escape, but they all ended up in the hospital."

"I see..."

My hopes for long hair have been dashed once again.

Fortunately, this is not the first time.

After countless dashed hopes, Saitama had long since grown accustomed to it.

"Eh..."

After turning around and walking a short distance, a piece of paper suddenly floated down from the sky.

Saitama instinctively caught it and found a message written on it:

Hello, Mr. Saitama, I am a member of the Monster Association.

We already know about your story, and you really want to grow hair, right?

We believe you have the potential to become a weirdo. If you wish to grow your hair back, please call the number below.

Looking at the words on the paper, Saitama couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry.

I do really want to grow my hair back, but I don't want to become a weirdo, do I?

I actually received an invitation from the Monster Association. Just how far has the news spread that I want to grow hair?

"Bastards! How could I possibly collude with you!"

Saitama couldn't help but crumple the paper into a ball and throw it forcefully on the ground.

At the same time, a burst of laughter rang out from the side.

“Mr. Saitama, I understand perfectly how you feel about being looked down upon. How could someone like you possibly join the Monster Association?”

"Who is speaking?"

Turning my head, I saw a large dragonfly with a mouth almost the size of a trumpet flying in mid-air.

"Mr. Saitama, I am Genus, the founder of the House of Evolution, and I have some research experience in biology. Hair regrowth is a piece of cake for me. If Mr. Saitama doesn't mind, I'm willing to do my best to help you regrow your hair!"

How did you know me?

“Mr. Saitama has defeated countless monsters, and those useless people in the Hero Association like to claim credit for him, but I know this very well.”

Saitama seemed to be deep in thought. When he talked about helping himself grow hair, he was clearly interested in his own body and wanted to study him.

However, drawing a little blood is not a problem.

The premise is that he genuinely wants to help his graduate students develop their technology.

"make a deal!"

Chapter 297 Multidimensional Sonata

Section 298, Chapter 297: A Multidimensional Sonata

Night in most of the world, in a space of white fog.

"How did you end up on the villain's side?"

After shaking hands with Saitama, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was about to discuss the current situation with them, couldn't help but look surprised.

I thought we were all righteous partners saving the world, but I never expected someone to betray us.

Moreover, he is also very active in fighting monsters.

"Well... there's nothing we can do about it, his offer is just too attractive."

Saitama unconsciously wanted to scratch his hair, but when he touched his smooth, mirror-like scalp, his face darkened.

Why am I losing hair even though my exercise intensity isn't high?

"How did the Monster Association and the House of Evolution know about you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in surprise as she recalled Saitama's memories.

In Saitama's memory, he did not see any interaction between the two.

For the past two years, Saitama has been living a daily life of fighting monsters and training, repeating the same things day after day.

Although he had known about the Hero Association for a long time, he had no intention of joining it.

Heroes become worthless when they come in large numbers.

With this thought in mind, he remained alone.

Naturally, in such situations, the credit is often taken by others.

That being said, there are also some oddballs who are defeated by Saitama in public, and no one else can take their place.

Therefore, heroes created out of personal interest actually have a certain degree of fame worldwide, unlike those in the original works who are completely unknown.

"As for the Monster Association, it's probably because I've been a bit too obsessed with my hair over the past year."

"In my world, anyone who is overly obsessed with something ends up becoming an oddball."

"Given my situation, it's not surprising that the Monster Association has its eye on me. Or perhaps the Monster Association itself is wondering why I haven't become a monster yet?"

Saitama chuckled self-deprecatingly at this point.

"Last year, I actually wanted to give up exercising, but the hair I lost couldn't be recovered, and the sunk cost was too high, so I really couldn't bear to give up. So, I could only keep going, and my hair became thinner and thinner."

"I never expected that this would attract the attention of the Monster Association."

"As for the House of Eccentrics, it's obvious that they've been targeted because I've been fighting monsters too frequently."

Fujimaru Ritsuka fell silent. He really wanted to retort, "Then why bother with your hair? It's not that important."

But thinking about how many heads Saitama turned when he walked down the street over the past year, he couldn't help but sigh.

Those strange looks were unbearable.

"Good luck. The House of Evolution has impressive research capabilities. I hope you succeed soon."

"By the way, you know my situation here. With our current strength, do you think we can defeat Tiamat?"

Upon hearing about the battle, Adris immediately became interested and pondered:

"If it's just the fighting power shown in anime or games, I could easily win."

"But in reality, Tiamat certainly couldn't have been only at that level."

"How about I give it a try?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him speechlessly. Why did this guy get all excited when the topic of battle came up?

It's already the eve of the wedding, with only one day left until the ceremony, yet they show absolutely no awareness of their own responsibility.

"No! Some things must be done personally. No matter how dangerous or troublesome they are, we cannot delegate them to others."

"What a pity," Adris scoffed, then added, "Well... don't worry, go ahead and fight. If you accidentally die, I'll collect your corpse."

"We're already in Uruk, why are you still talking about this?" Kitahara Shirou looked at him in surprise. "No matter how much you regret it, there's no going back now?"

"That's true, but facing an opponent we've never met before, we're still a little worried."

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then continued:

"Moreover, if we are really no match for them, it is also possible to buy some time and then strengthen our strength."

“Since you’ve already made up your mind, then don’t hesitate any longer.” Kitahara Shirou changed the subject, teasingly adding, “Or are you not mentally prepared to shoulder the hopes of all humanity?”

At that moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted instantly.

No wonder I've felt uneasy ever since arriving at the Absolute Demonic Front: Battlefront Singularity. Now I understand.

It's not that I'm worried about the enemy being too strong, nor am I afraid of fighting; it's just that I'm not mentally prepared yet.