I am a female swordsman.

If you squander your luck during this period, you'll make up for it in the next, and more. The old scavenger, completely unsuspecting, stumbled into the restaurant of some strange man. Strange men also need to eat, and many of the more wicked ones choose humans as their prey, as if deliberately displaying their malice.

The ground was covered in bloodstains and bits of flesh, so red they were almost black. Rows of human bodies hung in the dim space like dead pig meat, while a butcher with a pig's head grinned savagely, as if selecting his merchandise. This scene would be an unforgettable hellish sight for any sane human being who witnessed it.

"Pork ribs, hehe!!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

They eat people...

Isn't this very idea of ​​living what this malicious world is trying to convey? Without eating something, life cannot survive!

"Snoring, snoring, it's old pork ribs, hehehe..."

The pig-headed butcher's ugly mouth gaped open, dripping with filthy saliva; it had already devoured ninety-nine humans. The Earth Mother, in her mercy, sent it its hundredth human today. Although this human was a bit old and a bit dirty… no, no, this is a benevolent gift from the beloved Earth Mother; it shouldn't ask for more. It is not like humans, this insatiable pest!

The old scavenger didn't manage to escape very far.

After giving thanks and prayers to the great Mother Earth, the pig-headed butcher, with his strong, powerful legs, smashed through all the obstacles in his path and chased after his fresh dinner.

Running, it was like a small mountain, stirring up gusts of wind that added a touch of life to the quiet, ghostly city. With its tongue constantly dangling from its mouth as it ran, the pig-headed butcher was pondering what kind of sauce would make its dinner even more delicious.

Which part of the body should you start eating from?

By the way, let's start eating them while they're still alive. Dead humans don't move and have no chewiness.

"Help!!!!"

The nauseating stench behind him grew ever closer. The old scavenger, already physically weak, began to protest with a sharp pain in his heart after running frantically out of fear. If his aged body continued running, he would either run himself to death on the road, or be eaten by some strange person!

Will anyone be here? In this dead city.

Will someone come to rescue him?

"Gotcha!"

Suddenly, his body jerked violently, and the old scavenger was lifted into the air by a filthy, enormous hand. The pig-headed butcher, backlit by the sun and radiating an aura of despair, wore a devout, grateful smile on his distorted, humanoid face. He was sincerely thanking Mother Earth for providing him with sustenance.

………………

"Was someone calling for help just now?"

Saitama, who was sitting on the rooftop enjoying the breeze, suddenly twitched his ears. He seemed to hear someone's cry for help while he was debating the issue of premature ejaculation with Mado-san.

Saitama's question was confirmed after Yomi carefully examined it.

"Yes... in that direction, someone is about to be captured and eaten by a monster."

Pointing to a point extremely far away in the dead city, roughly ten thousand meters away, where the smoke and dust were barely visible to the naked eye, Huang Quan calmly gave her answer. Her perception had already reached an extremely terrifying level during the ongoing mental plague; even beyond visual range was a piece of cake for her.

"I'll go save him!" Saitama instinctively wanted to move.

"If you run there, you'll already be eaten by the time you get there." Saitama was coldly reminded that by the time he got there from this place, the unfortunate guy would be long gone.

"Huang Quan-san, thank you for the black tea."

As if he hadn't heard Yomi's words, Saitama's expression shifted from casual and frivolous to serious and sharp. He clenched his fists tightly, and the view from the top floor rapidly zoomed in, instantly clearing the previously distant and blurry scene. Saitama saw it, more clearly than ever before, the pig-headed butcher's joyful face.

It's not an illusion, he really has become stronger!

'At this distance, how much force should I use...? Just go with your gut feeling!'

"Um……?"

Suddenly, Huang Quan felt an indescribable tremor in her heart. In the instant the man beside her became serious, she seemed to see a god through the mortal body. It wasn't an illusion; this man named Saitama had truly become stronger. If she were to exert pressure on him now, she might be able to save him before he died.

"You are welcome."

Huang Quan, maintaining a gentle smile, suddenly uttered a meaningful sentence. The next moment! The floor of the top floor of the skyscraper cracked inch by inch! Saitama's figure disappeared from the top of the building amidst a sour cracking sound! The terrifying monstrous force almost caused the entire top floor of the building to collapse!

Except for the area within three feet of Huang Quan, which remained unharmed, the rest of the area was covered with shocking, spiderweb-like marks!

“I hate it when people disturb my rest time, especially cannibalistic scum.”

Her voice gradually shifted from ethereal to icy, and her long, flowing black hair instantly turned lifeless white. Her tall, slender figure was perfectly outlined in the gusts of wind, and Huang Quan, her face filled with chilling murderous intent, stared at the pig-headed monster like the Grim Reaper. A man-eating monster—this brought back some distant and unpleasant memories!

Chapter Seventeen: Driven by Interest

Grasping the fruits of today's harvest, the pig-headed butcher's relatively simple mind was filled with an even stronger appetite.

Like many other monsters that have eaten humans.

The memory of that delicious taste lingered in my mind, unforgettable. I wanted to eat people until I was full for the rest of my life. Humans are biologically rich in nutrients, yet they are also the sinful children of Mother Earth. Their only way to atone for their sins is to supply these strange beings. Thinking about it this way, these strange beings who are willing to provide a way to atone for their sins are exceptionally noble.

Thank you, Mother Earth.

Give us food and wash away our original sin.

Thank you, Mother Earth.

Save our lives from the cruelty of our unfilial son.

As the strange man prayed to the great Earth Mother Goddess in his heart, a shout suddenly came from the distant sky, gradually becoming clearer.

"Stop right there, you idiot!!"

Instinctively, it shifted its obese body towards the source of the sound above its head. The pig-headed butcher's ugly, contorted features barely opened a slit, its murky eyes struggling to make sense of something. Finally, it saw a tiny human fist growing larger and larger!

Zoomed in, enlarged, until it filled the entire field of vision!

boom!!!!

The plume of smoke that rose from the ground was a hundred times more magnificent than the spectacle created by the pig-headed butcher's earlier run! One building after another trembled and groaned under the bombardment of this unparalleled force, tilting and collapsing! Like a meteorite, Saitama's body, unable to control its rampaging power, crashed through countless layers of reinforced concrete walls and countless load-bearing columns before finally struggling to its feet amidst a pile of rubble!

Because of fear that something was wrong, I used more force, resulting in excessive force.

After leaping such a vast distance in an instant, Saitama's accuracy faltered slightly, and he embarrassingly missed his target...

Stunned, incredulous, as if struck by lightning!

The pig-headed butcher's mountain-like body trembled slightly as the human fist, which had disappeared from sight, plunged into a building not far from it. The devastating impact echoed all the way, and the scene of destruction reminded the strange man of the trembling despair he felt when he was still a pig, bound by the butchers.

Despite this force, it still could not escape the fate set for it by its rebellious humankind: to be obediently slaughtered after being well-fed and watered.

"Hey, you pig over there! Put down that old man you're holding!" Saitama, emerging from the smoke and dust, roared at the monster. His raised fist was incredibly convincing; having failed to hit the enemy as expected in his first appearance, Saitama felt he had lost face in front of his friends.

Mado might use this to really hurt him!

"Human! Don't come any closer!"

Realizing the horrific things that were about to happen, the pig-headed butcher instinctively held the old scavenger he was grabbing towards Saitama. He didn't know if it would work, but the monster, driven by fear and on the verge of losing control, did it, and then he saw an increasingly intense rage on Saitama's sharply defined face.

it works!

Just as he was about to feel a little smug, the piled-up fat and facial features revealed an ugly smile, and the pig-headed butcher felt the hand holding the human lose control.

The large, ugly arm covered in steel hair had somehow become covered with cherry-colored veins. These veins intertwined like vines and were deeply embedded in the monster's arm, as if they had originally grown from within it.

The energy was continuously drained from the monster's body, and energy flowers resembling cherry blossoms slowly bloomed. Soon, half of the pig-headed monster's body was paralyzed, yet its consciousness remained clear. It was as if its consciousness was deliberately kept conscious, so that it could witness the despair at the end of its life!

"Thanks, Mato-san."

Seeing what was happening to the strange man, Saitama knew that the kind-hearted person who had been freeloading had intervened. Either of them, in this situation, wouldn't pretend they hadn't seen anything.

Without the hostage, Saitama won't feel constrained anymore; he's going to beat this weirdo to a pulp today!

No need for further explanation.

In a flash, Saitama appeared before the pig-headed butcher. Facing the massive, mountain-like body, he took a deep breath, bent over, and clenched his fist. The sight was strangely comical, like an ant daring to throw its fist at a carriage, attempting an impossible feat.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The pig-headed butcher's body was lifted more than ten meters into the air from bottom to top!

Bones burst, muscles ripped apart, blood gushing out!

A huge cavity appeared in the monster's chest, and the energy carrying blood mist shot straight up to the azure sky. Layer upon layer of white air waves bloomed like funnels, centered on Saitama's fist, and slowly dissipated until that unimaginable power flew away to who knows where.

This scene was reflected deep in the old scavenger's eyes, causing him to involuntarily kneel on the ground.

He seemed to see a god!

"Phew, that feels so good."

Looking up at the result of his punch, Saitama let out a slight breath and revealed a pure, satisfied smile. The feeling of killing an enemy with a single punch was truly exhilarating, especially under these circumstances.

"Hero, are you a hero?"

The old homeless man, kneeling on the ground, trembled as he tried to get closer to the black-haired man, yet hesitated, too afraid to approach. Bathed in the midday sun, Saitama appeared exceptionally sacred and majestic, like the heroes recently proclaimed in the media, a being who saves people from despair.

"hero?"

Saitama, who has lived in the ghost town for many years and is not very aware of news from the outside world, was puzzled by what he heard.

"Professional heroes are a new profession jointly launched by the government and conglomerates, specifically designed to deal with monsters." Mado Yomi, who had somehow appeared there, calmly looked at the monster's corpse, violently mangled into a bloody pulp. She paused for several seconds before continuing her explanation. "The Hero Association is still being formed; there are no professional heroes yet. So, Saitama-kun, are you interested? Apparently, there's an exam and interview, just like taking the civil service exam."

"What? There's an exam too? That's so annoying."

Upon hearing about the interview exam, Saitama immediately recalled his miserable experience of not being able to find a job not long ago. He didn't want to relive that time now, muttering under his breath.

Seeing the old scavenger's incredibly devout gaze, Saitama paused for a moment. He felt something inside him being touched, and then he grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

"My name is Saitama. I'm a hero I do out of interest. Remember that name, old man!"

Author's Note:

P.S.: It's been a while since I've commented at the end, mainly because I'm afraid of getting flamed lol. Finally, I'm taking a day off for May Day. Have a great May Day holiday everyone!

Chapter Eighteen: Heroes?

Through the old scavenger's incoherent narration, Huang Quan and Saitama learned the whole story.

They then destroyed the building that the strange man used to store his "rations".

The raging fire buried all the misfortunes and sins, and everything that had happened in this place vanished without a trace with a wisp of smoke. Perhaps because he had never seen a cannibalistic monster treat humans as food, Saitama, who was also one of the arsonists, had an exceptionally somber expression.

"Are you uncomfortable? You're right, anyone would find it unbearable to see such incurable malice."

Pushing up his black-rimmed glasses, Huang Quan's gentle smile vanished. The word "cannibalism" always made it difficult for Huang Quan to view it with complete calm and rationality.

Before Saitama could speak, she continued talking on her own.

“A long time ago, I was employed by the government to deal with certain man-eating monsters. My colleagues didn’t have my strength; they were just ordinary people who had undergone training… Of course, their training was definitely not as good as yours, Saitama.”

"Oh, I see. Speaking of which, today is Saturday..." Saitama tried to say something, but Yomi stopped him from saying anything.