Shirou's clones number 30 million

Apollo scrutinized Saitama closely, and fell into deep thought.

Last night, during the gathering in the White Mist Space, Saitama still had that blank expression and said he didn't care, but he also tried to use other people's memories, emotions, passion, etc. to revive his own feelings, at the suggestion of others.

But now it seems that he no longer cares about the lack of emotional connection.

Before yesterday, Saitama's biggest concern was that his feelings were gradually disappearing.

So, Saitama today has nothing left to care about.

"What's wrong with him?" Artemis leaned closer to Apollo and asked curiously.

"He has a disease called emotional loss disorder, and now it seems that he doesn't even care about the only thing he cares about anymore."

Apollo paused for a few seconds, thinking as he spoke:

"Saitama, why did you just say that you think you should be angry?"

"The contents of the manual."

Saitama took a small booklet out of his pocket and unfolded it slightly.

"Look for yourself, this is what I wrote in my own hand last night."

Looking at the words in the manual, Apollo fell silent.

Title: How to make yourself act more like a human being.

First, you should eat and sleep normally every day, even if you are not hungry, thirsty, or tired.

Second, if you can't laugh, don't force yourself, but when you encounter ridicule or other treatment, you can try to get angry.

third……

"Did you realize the changes today last night? This sounds like a farewell message."

"What were your plans yesterday?"

"Yes." Saitama closed the booklet, put it back in his pocket, and continued:

"Imitate other people's expressions and actions, and then make them your own, in order to disguise your personality as it was three years ago."

"How naive! What's fake will always be fake, and it can never become real. Feelings are the hardest thing to fake."

Although he subconsciously offered a rebuttal, it was merely raising a question without providing a solution, and was no different from rambling nonsense.

So Apollo thought about it carefully for a while and suggested:

"Perhaps you can look to doctors and scientists. Although it's a psychological issue, I think there are also many physical factors involved."

"I've tried, but it's no use."

"That only shows that the person you hired was not competent."

Do you have any recommendations?

"Let me check it first."

Apollo placed his right hand on Saitama's shoulder, continuing to explore the unusual features within his body.

However, nothing was found.

"From a purely mystical perspective, there's nothing wrong with it; it might be a genetic issue."

"How about you try to build a scientists' alliance?"

"Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Each scientist has a different research direction. Even people who study the same topic may have academic disputes."

"Many hands make light work; no matter how talented a single scientist is, he can't compete with an entire alliance."

“Okay,” Saitama replied. “I’ll tell Genus later.”

Dr. Genus is the founder of the House of Evolution, which focuses on studying freaks with the aim of helping humanity evolve.

Currently, we are collaborating with Saitama.

Even so, all Saitama could do was provide blood samples and cooperate with some experiments.

Currently, Saitama still lives in the same place, but he spends most of his time at the House of Evolution every day.

"By the way, what are you doing here? You probably aren't interested in things like fighting matches, are you?"

"That's what it says in the manual."

"Let me see, the fifth point: Go out more often, don't always stay in one place and just sit there. If there are any competitions or similar events, try to participate."

Apollo looked up at him in surprise:

"You were probably only slightly better last night than you are now, right?"

"If the emotional deficiency is 100% today, it was 99% last night."

"You were able to write something like this last night?"

"The information I gathered online last night is about a collection of perfectly healthy humans." Saitama's tone was flat, as if he were talking about someone else.

"I see. Does it work?"

"I don't feel anything."

"That's normal. So many measures we've taken before didn't work. It would be strange if it could be cured so easily."

Apollo pondered for a few seconds, then smiled and said:

"How about I try punching you in the eye and see if it makes your eyes water?"

"can."

"You're really going to come? I was just saying. If a fight really breaks out, you probably won't retaliate, right?"

"I'll punch you back."

"You still have to pay it back!"

"That's what it says in the manual."

Apollo glanced at the booklet in Saitama's hand again, looking astonished.

"How are you any different from a tool? Except, you were your own tool yesterday."

"Speaking of which, if you follow the instructions in the manual and someone accidentally steps on your foot on the street, are you going to step on it back?"

Saitama glanced down at the manual and confirmed:

"Yes."

Apollo stared at Saitama in astonishment. At that moment, he inexplicably felt as if he were witnessing the rise of a great demon king.

He strictly followed the manual in everything he did, without any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness. No matter what happened, he felt neither sadness nor joy, and had no feelings whatsoever.

In such a state, if a conflict arises with someone, it will inevitably lead to extremely serious consequences.

Chapter 640 I'll Find You a Strong Man

Chapter 641, Section 640: I'll Find You a Strong Man

In that instant, a phantom future suddenly appeared before Apollo's eyes.

Saitama sat blankly on a bench by the street. A few boys walked over, noticed his appearance, and started laughing.

Saitama made no move in response.

But when the other person poked his bald head with their finger, Saitama suddenly stood up and poked the other person in the same way.

Because his face was devoid of any emotion, the other party mistakenly thought that Saitama was provoking him.

Enraged, the boys challenged Saitama.

Saitama took out the manual, glanced at it, and responded.

A battle was about to break out, but how could a few ordinary boys possibly be a match for Saitama?

In the blink of an eye, several corpses appeared on the ground.

The city is covered by surveillance cameras, so the disciplinary committee responsible for maintaining order naturally arrived quickly.

Then, blood flowed like a river.

The above content is not Apollo's delusion, but a possible future.

"Did you see that? The future just now."

"I saw it."

"Any thoughts?"

"I don't feel anything."

It's that same bland, unremarkable feeling again, as if they're talking about someone else's story.

Even when killing someone casually, it's as if he's stepping on an ant, completely unconcerned.

Although I sometimes have similar feelings when I observe people, I only think about it in my mind.

Or rather, any god might have similar thoughts, but thinking and doing are two different things.

"As expected, I can't let you go unchecked, otherwise today would become the day the Demon King is born."

Apollo sighed helplessly and turned to look at Saori Kido:

“Saori, you have spent the most time in the human world and understand humans the best.”

"After hearing so much from us, you should have a general understanding of the situation. What do you think we should do?"

Saori Kido hesitated for a few seconds, then tried to say:

"In this situation, we'll have to find someone to take care of him, right?"

“It seems we have no other choice.” Apollo nodded slightly.

Without any emotion, and disregarding all common sense, morality, and law, it relies solely on the contents of the manual.

Such a person is truly too dangerous.

If Saitama, who was 99% emotionally deprived last night, still had some self-control and knew what he should and shouldn't do.

Today, he has completely lost his self-control and has become a robot that only acts according to the manual.