I am a female swordsman.

Worse still, this monster is constantly corroding and decomposing the surrounding debris, merging it into its own body and continuously expanding its decaying form. If this continues, the monster's threat level will likely not just be Tiger-level, but could very well evolve into Demon-level!

Boom!!

As the garbage monster continued its advance and devouring, a sudden explosion engulfed half of its head in flames. However, as the black smoke dissipated, the garbage monster's charred head wriggled, easily expelling the charred parts as if excreting waste. The explosion and flames had failed to achieve their intended effect.

"Damn it! My flamethrower isn't working!"

The B-rank hero, [Torch Hunter], held his torch cannon, the faint crimson ring around the muzzle testifying to the power of the fire cannon he had just unleashed.

"let me!"

On the other side, the muscular "Gloves Man," wearing boxing gloves, let out a thunderous roar. His two fists collided violently, producing a resounding boom. As a B-class hero, "Gloves Man" possessed muscular physiques honed through free-fighting training; he had used these muscles to beat many monsters to death!

"No, [Gloves Man], your muscles have no effect on this monster!"

"Look closely, Toy Boy, muscles are a man's romance!"

Gloves Man took a deep breath, his muscles and bones trembling violently, making a churning sound. His clothes were torn apart by his bulging muscles, and even facing a completely different and formidable opponent in the boxing ring, he still swung his fists fiercely!

"Explosive Machine Gun Fist!"

In an instant, a barrage of punches rained down on the Garbage Monster's massive body, showcasing muscular physiques and the sheer power of his sweat-drenched muscles. The Gloves-wielding warrior, as if possessed, roared: "Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!!"

The barrage of punches landed squarely on the Garbage Monster's body. Even the escaping poison gas was driven away by the powerful force of the blows. Flesh and sap exploded, and the Garbage Monster, facing the full power of a B-class hero, could not withstand the onslaught of its massive, bloated body, and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Explosive Heavy Cannon Fist!!"

After a rapid barrage of attacks, a decisive blow arrives.

The heavy artillery has taken the bait! The intense impact even made some fearless onlookers feel their blood boil! For ordinary people who have been torn apart by the monster, such a satisfying beating is something they could only dream of!

"Well done!"

"Gloves Man! Gloves Man! Gloves Man!"

"Kill this despicable monster!!"

The black gauntlets on Gloves Man's hands turned bright red from the impact of the force; the powerful blows even created a sense of pressure in the air. The Garbage Monster's massive, heavy body was thrown several centimeters into the air, and the shocking scene even silenced the surrounding noise for a moment.

The boxer with the smug smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Is that all you've got? Hahaha, you're just tickling me!" His body was lifted off the ground, a mocking smile appearing on his distorted face. The Trash Monster's body writhed, completely neutralizing the explosive physical power of the Gloves Man.

"How is this possible..."

His series of powerful punches, including his finishing blow, were effective moves that had been used countless times in boxing matches. Even a monster would be beaten senseless and fall to the ground obediently.

It had no effect.

"Next up is your grandpa, Gloves Man." The distorted face squeezed out an ugly, ferocious smile. The next moment, a giant hand made of rotten garbage slammed down, and the disgusting stench that it generated made everyone on the street close their eyes and open their mouths to vomit.

Meanwhile, the glove-wielding man, who was at the center of the wind pressure, had an image in his mind of a human swatting a mosquito.

At that moment, he was like that mosquito.

"Die!!!"

It was as if he could already see Gloves Man being smashed into a pulp, and the Trash Monster's ugly face grew even more excited.

Just then, a man carrying a supermarket bag, his face slightly dazed, happened to pass by the battlefield. He raised his hand towards the burly garbage monster, seemingly about to do something from a distance. This man with a dangerously receding hairline was none other than Saitama, who had already achieved his goal for the day and looked like he was about to die.

It seems a bit far, but I should be able to hit it...

Moreover, the two heroes who were holding on at the scene were clearly unable to continue, and they would die if no one rescued them.

Swipe!

The instant Saitama raised his hand, a dazzling light swept across his head! He instinctively covered his hair, and then looked up to see the incredibly exaggerated blade energy cleaving the trash monster in two at the waist! The blade energy, tearing back and forth, easily shredded the trash monster's tough body!

"Nice to meet you. I've already chosen a gift for you." A handsome young man, aloof and proud, dressed in leather armor, appeared out of nowhere, landing on a street lamp.

"Let me show you what despair is."

He gracefully lowered the Masamune to his waist, his left-handed stance making the act of drawing the sword seem slightly awkward. Yet, it was precisely this awkward and uncoordinated movement that made everyone—including the two B-class heroes, Saitama who was trying to intervene, and the targeted monster—feel the cruelty of death.

Sword Technique: Earth Shattering!

Four beams of energy shot out from the gleaming blade of the authentic sword, which had been pushed open by half an inch. They converged and struck from four different directions, ultimately tearing through the ground like a fountain and completely engulfing the garbage monster's body in the energy beams.

Despair can happen in an instant.

Upon realizing the despair bestowed upon him by the handsome silver-haired youth, the garbage monster's consciousness also plunged into endless darkness.

"It stinks!"

The monstrous body, shredded by the blade's energy, released a foul stench, causing Saitama to frown and cover his nose. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Sephiroth, a strange unease creeping over the man with the flowing silver hair. It was as if a voice inside him was urging Saitama to rush over and punch him to death.

Chapter Fifty-Five Changes

"He killed the Tiger-level monster in just four strikes!"

Torch Hunter's expression was a mix of envy and longing. The trash monster that he and Gloves Man couldn't even hold on to together was so easily defeated, making one question the meaning of life.

"No, he didn't even draw his sword..."

The Gloves-wielder, with his superior eyesight, refuted the Torch Hunter's claim; the S-class hero who had just arrived to provide support hadn't even drawn his sword. The blade was barely half an inch from its sheath, yet Masamune unleashed a deadly aura. It was hard to say whether this was confidence or arrogance; perhaps half an inch was enough for him.

"S-class hero, [One-Winged Angel]."

With a handsome appearance like that of a saint and a cold, aloof demeanor, such a person was simply too perfect to be human. He was not a human being, but an angel who belonged to the side of a throne.

Sephiroth's appearance and his instant defeat of the monster took only a few seconds; many people didn't even have time to react to what had just happened. From confusion and bewilderment to excitement and fervor, it started with one person shouting his name, and then the entire street seemed to boil over!

"Sephiroth! Sephiroth!"

"Winged Angel!!"

"Sephiroth! Sephiroth!"

Cheers erupted one after another. The handsome silver-haired youth was like a savior bestowed upon the world by a god. His power and perfection made people want to kneel and worship him. No matter how strange a person was, they could not last a single move under his sword. He protected the suffering people with his overwhelming strength.

"Thank you, Almighty God, for your great power walks in the world and saves us lowly people from floods and poisonous insects. Praise be to Almighty God..." A believer of unknown sect knelt on the ground, facing Sephiroth, and prayed loudly, his voice so devout that it was as if he had witnessed a living miracle.

Sephiroth, who was worshipped and revered by so many people, remained remarkably calm.

If it were anyone else in his position, even if they could remain outwardly calm, they would probably feel immense satisfaction and glory, as if they were a god walking among mortals.

But he truly... felt an endless emptiness.

Becoming a hero—such a boring farce! He felt like a clown performing on stage with several other clowns. From beginning to end, Sephiroth felt no satisfaction or joy. If it weren't for his promise to that woman, he might have even considered giving up his identity as a hero. Sometimes, Sephiroth even wondered if Yomi was deliberately playing a trick on him.

"While cool and aloof men are popular, showing your softer side alongside your cool demeanor can make you even more appealing."

Appearing behind Sephiroth without anyone noticing, the unassuming black-haired girl was making battle logs. A polite, distant smile graced her face. Compared to the dazzling, sun-like Sephiroth, Mado Yomi was utterly inconspicuous, so inconspicuous that she was easily overlooked.

Sephiroth didn't reply, but instead asked directly.

"I've already met my quota for this month, right? Is there anything else a professional hero should be doing?"

Since being recognized as a professional hero by the association, Sephiroth has been diligently completing his mission assignments in order to become a qualified hero. He efficiently handles missions for both Shinra and the Hero Association, and Sephiroth consistently delivers flawless performances whenever he appears in action.

Yomi Mado, for various reasons, became his hero assistant.

"Nothing."

Having received a reply, Sephiroth tossed his trench coat aside, a hint of disgust flashing deep within his turquoise eyes, and prepared to leave.

"I haven't even started lecturing you yet, Safi-kun, and you're already so eager to distance yourself from me?" Mado Yomi pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, her gentle, calm smile glaringly obvious.

"..."

Sephiroth stopped in his tracks. Over time, he had developed a strange irritation towards this dark-haired woman. She was gentle and polite, distant and aloof, but at her core, she was a very arrogant person, so arrogant that she didn't care about anything, and her smile seemed to mock the world.

“Safi, you still don’t understand what a hero is.”

"I have followed your advice." The implication was that by carrying out the Hero Association's missions according to the plan laid out by Yomi Mado, every single task could be completed perfectly. If this didn't make him a hero, then Sephiroth would suspect that Yomi Mado was playing him for a fool.

These are merely necessary conditions.

Closing the notebook she was using to take notes, Yomi's aloof expression vanished briefly, replaced by an expectation that Sephiroth couldn't comprehend. Lost in thought, Sephiroth seemed to see the shadow of the woman he longed for in Yomi. Coming back to his senses, a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes for some reason.

"If your method is still ineffective within three months, I will suggest to the association that we replace the assistant."

"Of course, that's your right." The emphasis on the word "right" made it sound a bit like a fit of pique.

It was another word that made Sephiroth lose his composure: power.

Everyone is born with certain rights to love, to touch, to laugh out loud... because only then can one be considered a complete human being, not some incomplete monster.

Mado Yomi didn't say anything more, and put on a polite smile again.

She began helping Sephiroth with some cleanup work. The heroes had fought desperately to protect the citizens, so there was no need to trouble them with the trivial matters after the battle. She called the fire department and engineering teams to restore the neighborhood, compensate for or restore damaged items, and Huang Quan also greeted the two heroes from before, suggesting that they take a rest.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and order was quickly restored. People's faces showed less worry and panic, and more peace of mind and longing for the future.

Glory to the heroes!

Just as Yomi Mado was working methodically, a sneaky figure crept up to her and grabbed her shoulder.

"Machiko's work is really hard."

"Uh...!? Saitama-kun, you scared me." Huang Quan was startled by the sneak attack from behind, but she was relieved when she turned around and saw that it was her old neighbor from Ghost City.

"Hehe, just came over to say hello. ... Mado-san, where's that silver-haired hero from earlier?" Saitama habitually scratched his head and chuckled, his eyes darting around as if searching for something.

"They probably went back."

Saitama nodded, a simple smile on his face. He had a feeling there was something about that silver-haired boy. But when he pushed through the crowd to get closer, the boy was already gone. What a pity.

Chapter Fifty-Six: A Feeling of Unfamiliarity

Saitama is very curious about the hero, the one-winged angel.

“Mr. Mado, hehehe, I hope you don’t mind if I take up a little of your time.”

Saitama, who felt a bit like he was disturbing others' work, shamelessly followed Mado Yomi. If it weren't for Miss Mado's good temper, the group of burly guards around them would have rushed up and swept this unemployed vagrant away long ago.

"I just can't do anything with you."

With a sigh of resignation, Yomi Mado's antique glasses gleamed with an eerie white light. In the next five minutes, she arranged all the work with dazzling speed, pointing out some potential problems along the way.

After doing all this.

Huang Quan and Saitama, who was carrying a convenience bag, walked towards a bench where they could barely sit down.