Great, we're doomed now!

Argny indicated that he understood, and then moved on to the next topic. He took a yellowed photograph out of his pocket and placed it on the table. The photograph showed a little boy with a snotty nose and a small bottom, holding a soccer ball. It was his grandson.

"Do you remember this kid? Three years ago, he was attacked by a tiger-level monster in the park. He was in danger when a young man in a suit saved him."

"How could I not know? Isn't this the very opportunity that led to the establishment of the Hero Association?"

"I never realized before that danger was so close to ordinary people like us..."

He paused, his eyes filled with emotion: "I wanted to thank him properly, but he left right after saving the person without even leaving his name."

Later, I thought that it would be best if heroes could step forward when more people were in danger, so I funded the formation of the earliest hero support group. Later, with public recognition, we were able to raise enough funds to establish an association.

Grandma Sibabawa listened quietly, her fingertips still gliding across the crystal ball: "So, you've found that young man?"

“We’ve found him.” Algni nodded, his tone hesitant. “His name is Saitama, and he’s now a registered hero with the association… No wonder we couldn’t find him. It turns out he lives in Z City, the least populated city, in a no-man’s-land. Even his appearance… has changed a little.”

Actually, he's like a completely different person—he was quite handsome three years ago, but his eyes have lost their sparkle.

Now my whole demeanor has improved, and I seem much more optimistic, but my hair follicles are dead.

Indeed, nothing in this world is perfect.

"He became a hero purely out of interest. His file specifically states that he doesn't like to be ostentatious. If I were to rashly announce that he saved my grandson, I'm afraid it would cause him unnecessary trouble. So for now, I'll place him at the bottom of the S-class."

"S-rank?" The mother-in-law was somewhat surprised. "Is it that impressive?"

"Speaking of which, I asked you to do a divination before, but even the famous Sibabawa couldn't see my grandson's benefactor... Perhaps he possesses an extraordinary power."

Argni said, "As you know, number '000' has always been reserved for him in all the hero rankings and files, but times have changed. The Hero Association has too much influence now, and if he is given too special a status, he will definitely be very troubled."

Furthermore, we must also consider the chain reaction.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Sibabawa stopped what she was doing, looked up and gave Algni a deep look.

Nodding slightly, she gently placed her hands on the crystal ball. The originally transparent crystal ball gradually emitted a faint halo, and as the light and shadow shifted, it seemed that there were blurry images flashing within it—but only she could see them.

Argni held his breath and waited quietly, his jaw clenched, unable to hide his inner unease.

After a moment, Grandma Sibabawa withdrew her hands, and the halo of the crystal ball gradually dissipated.

She looked at Agni and said calmly, "I can't see."

"what?"

The tycoon was taken aback: "It was one thing to not be able to find people in the past, but now that we've found them, is it still the same that we can't see them?"

"Such people do exist occasionally, and their very existence is above mine."

Sibabawa recalled what he had seen in the alley earlier and gave a wry smile: "But to run into two at once, I was really lucky..."

-

【Ding! 】

[Fate Coins +5 (Saitama)]

It seems that Saitama's identity has been discovered by the association's higher-ups. Five? That's not a small number.

Saitama is a guy who won't change his beliefs and logic of action no matter what kind of treatment he receives, which makes him quite difficult to deal with... For Ye Shou, getting his gold coins is as difficult as managing the Gobi Desert.

"I was really surprised to be able to go on patrol with Mr. Kuze today."

Under the shade of a tree, the unlicensed motorcyclist parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, replenishing his water supply while checking the motorcycle's condition to prevent any problems at a crucial moment, just like when he used to ride a bicycle.

Ye Shou also used a motorcycle as his mode of transportation today, but it was black, which looked much cooler than driving without a license.

Why do you say that?

"How should I explain this... Mr. Kuze just seems to have the kind of... well, he's not suited for this kind of ordinary work."

Wuzheng scratched his head sheepishly. Although Ye Shou was usually very approachable, he still felt that this [Divine Might Rider] wouldn't care about trivial matters.

In reality, higher-level heroes don't waste time patrolling, because most of what happens on the streets are trivial matters that don't matter much, unlike the unlicensed hero who helps regardless of the size of the situation.

From helping old ladies cross the street to catching cats, from dealing with bank robbers to mutated monsters, it's basically a mobile jack-of-all-trades shop—and the best part is, it's free.

He's clearly just a C-rank hero without any special abilities, yet his reputation surpasses that of many B-rank and even A-rank heroes, probably due to his gradual accumulation of fame over time.

"I heard you could have been promoted to B-level? Why did you refuse?" Ye Shou asked with interest.

Unlicensed asked in surprise, "How could you do something like this... Well, the reason is simple, I'm just not qualified."

I'm usually quite capable at handling small tasks, but I'm completely incapable of dealing with truly exceptional or eccentric individuals—of course, things are different now than before.

He lowered his head somewhat shyly, perhaps feeling that he was boasting, and smiled embarrassedly.

"The association wants to promote me just because my attendance rate is relatively high, but if my own strength is not up to par, even if I reach B-level, it will be meaningless."

Because no matter what level he is at, what he has to do is the same—Ye Shou could tell this from Wu Zheng's face.

Speaking of which, among the three first-place winners A, B, and C, Fubuki is the least magnanimous... Although she can't be called a villain, she definitely needs someone to discipline her properly and instill in her a bellyful of light and justice.

"That's impressive, working without a license," Ye Shou smiled. "It's important to recognize your own limitations... I've always thought you were remarkable."

"before?"

Wuzheng turned his head and looked at Ye Shou with a puzzled expression. Just then, a noisy commotion came from afar, and it sounded like an explosion, which instantly attracted his attention.

"That sound... is it a car accident?"

He was so experienced that he could even identify what kind of explosion it was.

"Mr. Kuze, I'll be going now! By the way, thank you for signing me up for the class!"

He had already obtained a driver's license but was riding a motorcycle at high speed without one—he chose one with a relatively quiet engine, and even considered whether it would disturb the residents during his patrol.

Ye Shouze watched him walk away calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed:

"I should be thanking you properly—go and change things, the longer this unknown trajectory of fate continues, the better!"

Chapter 337: As expected, numbers are the most important (Bonus Chapter 4.5K)

Ye Shou has always had a strange feeling when watching anime series. It seems that people find it difficult to form a unified opinion about any character.

He couldn't appreciate the appeal of some characters who were all show and no substance.

They are clearly acting recklessly, clearly trampling on the dignity and lives of others, and clearly believing in some nonsensical Japanese fallacies, but they have all kinds of supporters just because they are good-looking and powerful.

It's understandable that they're "popular," since popularity often just means "wanting to see lewdness."

But if some people really try to excuse his behavior and protect his image, it's hard for others to empathize with them.

Conversely, even the most virtuous person, who is impeccable from every angle and has made no mistakes, will be ridiculed simply for lacking ability, or belittled simply for having an ordinary appearance.

For example, Mumen Rider from One-Punch Man. When Ye Shou was watching the Deep Sea King arc, he thought that this character had a very noble sense of justice that is rarely seen nowadays, and was fully worthy of the name of a hero.

But at some point, comments like "lacking strength only causes trouble," "self-pity," and "hypocritical saint" appeared on the forum, and the voices were quite loud, making Ye Shou wonder if he had traveled to a parallel world.

Of course, as time went by, the evaluation eventually returned to its rightful place.

But this incident did leave a deep impression on Ye Shou. He subconsciously began to look for corroborating evidence, and then he became convinced:

People hate the weak more than the evil.

But he didn't want to refute it, because it was quite in line with reality, and even Ye Shou himself had this tendency.

—At that time, he felt a strange sense of disappointment.

Perhaps that's why he views the Mumen Rider differently:

If weak justice is not celebrated, then I will make it strong.

Those who believe in the survival of the fittest must be shown justice when it comes to power.

In this way, it will be flawless!

……

The streets, which should have been bustling with activity at midday, were thrown into chaos by a group of people dressed in black metal combat suits.

Only their heads were visible; their entire bodies were tightly bound in armor resembling iron cans, exuding a powerful aura. This was the violent group that called itself the "Peach Blossom Spring Gang."

The man at the head was burly with a pointed head; he was none other than the leader, Hammerhead.

He stood in the middle of the road, hands on his hips, and shouted: "Those who don't want to work should stay idle! Let those who love to work support everyone, that's what a free and equal society is!"

Many honest, kind, and unassuming people are ostracized and looked down upon simply because they stay at home, and are labeled as "parasites" living off their parents. In reality, they simply cannot find a more suitable way of life for themselves.

In this world, some people are born without a competitive spirit, while others are overly competitive. If that's the case, then those who enjoy working should be encouraged to work more, earn more money, and pay higher taxes to support those with low competitiveness…

Passersby initially gathered around out of curiosity, some even thinking it was street performance art. But then, Hammerhead impatiently scanned his surroundings, spotted a parked family car on the side of the road, walked over imposingly, bent down and grabbed the front of the car, his arms bulging as if stretched by muscles.

"what!"

It was effortless for him, but with a deliberately low growl, he lifted the entire car over his head, attracting everyone's attention!

boom!

The car was thrown dozens of meters and slammed hard onto the ground. The car frame twisted and deformed as it rolled, glass shards flew everywhere, and a shallow crater was punched into the ground.

The onlookers turned pale instantly, screaming and scattering in all directions. The once bustling street suddenly became empty, leaving only the arrogant laughter of the Peach Blossom Clan.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards." Hammerhead dusted off his hands, his face full of disdain. "They just stood there watching, none of them supported us. How boring."

"Brother, I think politicians like to appear on television in addition to giving speeches on the streets."

"Hmm, that's a good idea... but it's my first time on TV... it would be too boring to just talk dryly without any juicy tidbits."

He turned to his subordinates and asked, "Are there any valuable targets nearby? I'm going to make a big splash and let everyone know how powerful the Peach Blossom Clan is, so they'll obediently accept our demands!"

A burly subordinate quickly stepped forward: "Boss, there's a super-rich man's villa in the nearby Wengku district. There must be a lot of valuable stuff inside... cough, I mean, let's go and kidnap the tycoon. That'll definitely make us famous!"

"Great idea!" Hammerhead's eyes lit up. He was simple-minded (perhaps his thick skull took up too much brain space), so he didn't think too much about it. He waved his hand and led his men to start the operation.

"Let's go! Let's show those rich people what we're made of!"

hum~ hum~ hum~

Just as the Peach Blossom Group was about to head to the villa, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from afar, growing closer and closer.

As the hammerhead turned around, a silver lightning bolt ripped through the sunlight, leaving an afterimage that was almost stretched into a line, and came to a steady stop in front of the Peach Blossom Clan.

The rider took off his helmet, revealing an ordinary but determined face—an unlicensed rider!

He saw the mangled car on the ground and the shattered shop windows along the roadside. His brow furrowed, and he asked in a serious tone, "Who are you people? Did you destroy everything here?"

A short, stout subordinate stepped forward, puffed out his chest, and proudly shouted, "That's right! It was all done by our Peach Blossom Regiment! How about that, scared now?"

"A hero? Just in time!"