Shirou's clones number 30 million

"Logically speaking, I should be angry; in the past, I probably would have been angry, but now, I don't know why, I don't feel anything at all."

"this..."

King looked surprised and looked up at Saitama's face again, his heart filled with doubt.

"Has something happened to you lately?"

"No, everything is the same as before."

"Hmm... Come to think of it, you do have fewer expressions than before. When you saved me before, your facial expressions were much richer than they are now."

King lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds before speaking again:

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere."

"Oh."

“Mr. Saitama, I accidentally discovered a monster stronghold a few days ago. Although I am hailed as an S-class hero, I actually have no fighting ability at all. Fortunately, I met you here.”

"Ah."

"This time, I still intend to steal your credit!"

"Here you go."

"Ah...! Well... how about this? You give me your contact information, and from now on, I'll be in charge of finding the weirdos, and you'll be in charge of fighting them. All the fame and money rewards will be mine!"

"I refuse."

"Huh...? I've gone to such lengths, aren't you angry?"

King looked at Saitama with surprise, his face full of confusion.

What's wrong with him? No matter what he says, he has this blank expression, like a robot.

Moreover, his tone when refusing remained very flat, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Mr. Saitama, are you married?"

"No."

"You don't look young anymore, do you? You've never been in a relationship before, have you? Playing games at an arcade at this time of year, are you still unemployed?"

"Yes, unemployed."

"You've said all that, yet your expression and tone remain unchanged? It seems I'm not suited to provoking others."

King sighed softly, mentally analyzing Saitama's situation.

A while ago, when he rescued me on the street, he still had a lot of hair on his head, but now he has none.

At that moment, his face was full of expressions, and he looked excited and even gave himself a lot of courage.

But now, he exudes a coldness from the inside out, as if he were a person who was born indifferent to emotions.

"Mr. Saitama, did you... have any hobbies in the past?"

"Go to the supermarket to buy discounted items."

"That's a good hobby. I happen to have a supermarket discount coupon on me, which gives you a 30% discount. The supermarket isn't far from here, want to give it a try?"

"Where's the strange guy you found?"

"That's fake, it was just a lie I made up. Anyway, let's go to the supermarket and buy some discounted items first."

"Ah."

From the moment they entered the supermarket until they took out their supermarket discount coupons to pay for their purchases, only to discover that the coupons had expired and they could only use cash, but they didn't have enough cash and had to put their purchases back, King kept staring at Saitama's face the whole time.

However, his face remained blank, and neither his tone nor his eyes changed at all.

As King walked out of the supermarket, he couldn't help but ask again:

Aren't you angry?

"Ah."

"How could that be? If someone did that to me, I'd be furious. Hmm... what would you do if several people insulted you to your face?"

“Slap each of them.”

"Huh...? Weren't you not angry?"

"Yeah, but they not only blocked my way, they also spit on my face."

"Ah...oh, a scenario simulation?"

King paused for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and began to ponder the matter seriously again.

It seems that Saitama isn't heartbroken because of something sad, but rather because he has a problem with his emotional function.

"Wait here for me a moment."

King strode into a roadside bookstore, bought a brand-new collection of jokes, and tossed it to Saitama.

"Give it a try."

Saitama stood by the roadside, slowly flipping through the joke book, one page at a time.

"Isn't it funny?"

"I don't feel anything."

"Hmm... I'm not very good at talking. In that case, how about we come to my place and play some visual novels?"

"can."

That day, the two tried many things that would cause excessive emotional fluctuations, but Saitama's expression remained unchanged.

......

Nighttime, inside the white mist.

"Thank you all so much for today!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile. "Thanks to Adris, we cleared the first singularity smoothly, and I can finally get a good night's sleep."

"Don't mention it. Next time you encounter a formidable enemy like this, don't forget to call me," Adris said with considerable emotion. "The feeling of fighting an enemy with all your might is just so exhilarating!"

As they were talking, Shirou quickly noticed Saitama, whose expression remained completely unchanged.

Even Shirou, who looks like a slime, uses punctuation marks to express his feelings. His blank expression, which remained unchanged throughout, made him stand out among everyone else.

After shaking hands, Kitahara Shirou subconsciously asked:

"Don't you feel anything?"

"Ah."

"Impossible, right? My concert today was so lively, my heart was pounding so hard, and I felt so sad that I couldn't sing in person. Didn't you feel anything?"

"I don't feel anything."

Seeing this, Kitahara Shirou couldn't help but move closer to Saitama, grab his cheeks, and pull them apart a few times.

"His expression recovered so quickly! He had been looking so blank for so long, it doesn't seem like a mental illness. Could this be a side effect of losing all his hair?"

“How can hair and feelings be equated?” Shirou Sakurai shook his head slightly and pondered, “However, if it’s a limiter or some other reason, why are we, who share everything with him, completely unaffected?”

The group circled around Saitama, scrutinizing him closely.

"Don't you want your hair to grow back, Saitama?"

"I don't feel anything, it doesn't matter whether I feel it or not," Saitama said nonchalantly.

"How is that possible? Saitama, who joined the House of Evolution and associated with monsters for the sake of his hair, actually thinks hair is unimportant."

"You're exaggerating! But his problem is indeed very serious; it's a clear case of emotional loss."

"Don't just talk about the problems, think of some solutions too."

Upon seeing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously looked at Liu Xiu, who was not far away.

"Xiuer, what do you think?"

"Well... everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. I really don't know much about these kinds of psychology or biology-related issues. I'll wait a few days and brush up on my knowledge in this area."

"Even Xiuer doesn't know this, it seems you're hopeless, Saitama."

Saitama watched the group indifferently, remaining completely calm no matter what they did.

Even if someone suddenly appears from behind him, trying to scare him, it's still the same.

"Why do I feel like even if the sun exploded right in front of you, you would still have this expression?" Kitahara Shirou looked at him curiously.

"Perhaps, I can imagine that scene too."

"Anyone who doesn't react at all to the latest joke collection is definitely sick. Tsukimi, it's up to you."

"No...! Lala isn't omnipotent. But I'll go back and ask first."

Chapter 313 Bankruptcy and Unpredictable Fate

Chapter 313, Section 314: Bankruptcy and Unpredictable Fate

"Whoa...!"

At that moment, a gasp from the side startled Kitahara Shirou.

Turning my head, I saw a man in tattered clothes with messy hair standing on the open ground next to me.

He had a beard and wore a dirty white shirt with bloodstains on the sleeves.

"A newbie? What's wrong with you?"

Who are you...?

The man looked at the group with surprise, about to ask a question, when his stomach suddenly growled. He quickly asked:

"Did any of you bring food?"

"Uh... You're the first one to end up as badly as you. Don't you have any memories of it?" Asami Shirou couldn't help but ask.

"Are you transmigrators too? I'm sorry, I've disgraced transmigrators. Does anyone have anything to eat? I've been starving all day, and I'm almost too weak to even speak."

"There's definitely no food here. Wait a moment, I'll go get you some bread from the fridge."

As soon as he finished speaking, Asami Shirou disappeared.