We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Come to think of it, isn't the place where Blast and the monster fought in the news the same place where he and Saitama fought? Does that mean we're also responsible for this? At Yata's pleading gaze, Krieg shook his head regretfully. His favorite motto was: the greater the power, the less responsible. Besides, Tornado was just looking for an excuse to vent her anger. If she really wanted to do it, this building would have been gone long ago.

"Huh? Do you think I'll believe you?" Tornado floated higher and stared directly at Yata, who was hanging on the door. "Where do you think I came from?!"

It was perfect reasoning. Krieg shrank back from the door. What happened next had nothing to do with him.

In the well-soundproof room, Krieg nodded his head at Yata through the glass, hoping that he could understand what he meant and pass it smoothly. Tornado's mind was not as mature as her strength, or he treated her as a big naughty child. Although no one would die, Yata would probably stay in the hospital for a few days.

I don't know if this will make Yata have more opinions about the profession of hero. Compared with the insignificant gratitude, Krieg is more looking forward to this. A Yata with his own opinions is the right person. Being obedient is useless in a world like One Punch Man where all power belongs to oneself.

"Krieg, what's that noise outside? You can't hear it if you close the door." Unexpectedly, Saitama, who had already fallen on the sofa, protested. He looked lazy just now. It turns out that this guy is quite gossipy.

"It's just fake news that's hurting people. It has nothing to do with you." Krieg distanced himself from Saitama and also distanced himself from him. As long as Saitama didn't let the secret slip, no one in the world would know what the explosion was all about.

"Oh," Saitama said with a confused look on his face, but he quickly put the matter behind him. "I'm going to move back to my own home. I won't encounter any monsters here, but there are quite a lot of them back home, which is very important for improving my hero level."

What’s going on? This guy actually knows how to work hard?

Saitama felt offended by Krieg's shocked look, "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't I want to fight monsters?! I'm not always this relaxed!"

"Yeah, I doubt you'll leave until the refrigerator is empty," Krieg immediately admitted Saitama's guess. Saitama wanted to refute him, but looking at the oversized TV and the extremely low temperature of the air conditioner, he became depressed again. "I'm going back to my own home. Don't you have any intention of trying to keep me?"

Krieg looked puzzled. "No, why would I keep you?"

The man named Saitama was officially sunk at this moment.

"Lunch is ready, you can eat now," Genos brought out a few plates from the kitchen. The pattern on his apron was a very cute little chicken. This was Krieg's bad taste, but after taking the photo and uploading it blatantly, it unexpectedly brought Genos a lot of new popularity.

As expected, handsome boys are good. People like them regardless of whether they have human bodies or not. This world is really too superficial.

Saitama had already taken his seat at the table, inviting Genos to join him. Genos, clutching his plate, could actually see a hint of anticipation on his face. These two, seemingly a pure teacher-student relationship, always acted so strangely. One was a cyborg filled with hatred, the other a nerd with a complete lack of social skills. The fact that they could sit at the same table together was entirely due to Genos's stubbornness.

Perfect match, Krigela opens the door to see if Yata is dead.

"Ahem," Yata was adjusting his tie, and when he looked up he saw a shadow pressing over. "Mr. Krieg, the afternoon meeting is cancelled, you can rest for a while." Yata reminded him weakly, Tornado is so terrible, all S-class heroes are like this, and when he thought of this, Yata felt that his future was hopeless.

"Are you okay?" Krieg was speechless. God knew how difficult it was for him to put on his clothes.

"It's okay for now."

Chapter 181 Hell Snow

"Um, Mr. Krieg?" Yata revealed a piece of information to Krieg before leaving. "Do you know the number one in B-rank Hell Blowing Snow?"

"I know," Krieg nodded. There weren't many characters described in detail in the original novel, and Fubuki was one of the rare female characters.

"That's good. Shivering Tornado and Hellblizzard are sisters, but their relationship isn't good. According to past practice, if one of them places someone, the other will usually visit right after. I hope you can prepare in advance."

"What are they playing..." Krieg was helpless. Fubuki was okay, but Tornado was really difficult to deal with. Under Tornado's twisted desire to protect Fubuki, it would be useless even if Fubuki was relatively easier to get along with. She had to face Tornado anyway.

Both sisters have problems with their worldview, perhaps this is a common problem among people with super powers.

"Anyway, please be careful," Yata left after confirming that nothing was missed. Krieg stood there for a while, then looked at the surveillance camera. The passage of the Hero Association was built for people of average height. For a behemoth like Krieg, every movement needed to be cautious to avoid bumping into anything.

If the ceiling of the conference room wasn't high enough, Krieg really wouldn't be able to stay here.

In short, I have to speed up. The idol plan will be implemented in nearly two months at the earliest. Before that, I have to take control of the Hero Association. There is also the issue of my mental state. Krieg thought about it and realized that he had a lot to do.

In that case, I might as well move in and live with Saitama. The dangers in the no-man's land all come from the Monster Association. There are indeed dragon-level beings in it that can ignore the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle. I just don't know which version of One Punch Man this world belongs to. But no matter what the situation is, it will never be wrong to stay with Saitama.

As for whether there will be accidental injuries, Genos has not yet surpassed the Demon level. If he is fine, Krieg will be safe.

Ultimately, he lacks strength, so he has to resort to trickery. If he were strong enough, he could live as carefree as Saitama. In fact, if One Punch Man wasn't a comedy comic, Saitama would have become the most powerful man in the world soon after he first displayed his power, instead of the poor video game addict he is now.

"Krieg, it's time for lunch," Saitama's voice came from inside the house, as out of touch as ever. Krieg sighed. The strong ones can live freely like children, whether it is Saitama or Tornado, because no matter how innocent they are, nothing in this world can hurt them.

"Come on, leave some for me, or your debt will increase."

"Can you be any darker?!"

In the scramble, the loving lunch made by Genos disappeared quickly. During this process, Genos paid attention to Saitama's reaction. He knew that there was nothing wrong between the two of them, but Krieg was still disgusted by this "affectionate" look, so he had to stay away from the two of them. He didn't want to be a light bulb.

It was not known whether it was Saitama or Genos who discovered the problem. These two people had been living in the residence for such a long time, but Krieg had never seen them exercise. Krieg was even cautious about whether there were any limiters on Genos's body, which had become a machine.

In the afternoon, Genos continued to practice cooking, Saitama lay on the floor reading comics, and Krieg was summarizing the information of the Hero Association's management.

It's strange to say, the more you look down, the more you can see that most of the management are useless guys. Excluding these, it's divided into 30% and 70% again. 30% are staff members who are beneficial to the Hero Association, and 70% are simply a hindrance. It seems that they wish the Hero Association to die. It's a miracle that this association can survive. The grassroots staff have worked so hard.

Expel some, kill some directly. Krieg categorized these people in his mind. The existence of monsters made everyone uneasy, no matter if they were S-class heroes or ordinary people. It would be better for these lagging management to die. The technology tree of this world is extremely lush, and labor is the thing that is least lacking. If there is no threat from monsters, this society can really run into communism.

The doorbell rang again, and Saitama and Genos hid themselves skillfully. Their movements were so fast that Krieg held his forehead.

"Here I come," Krieg squatted down and looked out through the peephole. Hell Snow, who was ranked first in Class B, was standing outside the door.

This pair of sisters really took turns coming. Krieg welcomed such a beautiful woman, although he didn't understand why she wore a thin dark green dress with a thick scarf. However, as a person with super powers, there might be no need for her to wear comfortable clothes.

"Hello," Fubuki greeted politely, and Krieg's annoyance at being interrupted subsided a bit. "I'm Hell Fubuki, the number one hero in B-Class. Hell is my hero title, and Fubuki is my real name. My foolish sister was here once. Tell me what she said to you. By the way, although I'm only a B-Class hero, I simply don't bother to advance to A-Class. I hope you can join Fubuki's group. Before becoming an S-Class hero, it's in everyone's best interest to stick together."

Just when he was about to reply, Fubuki started talking to herself. Her mouth was like a machine gun. Krieg just blinked and Fubuki finished talking. Before Krieg could respond, Fubuki had already treated Krieg as her own without any hesitation.

"Ma'am, you..." Krieg considered his words carefully and decided to use a euphemism, "is there something wrong with your brain?!"

Fubuki's movements obviously paused for a moment, her breathing became heavy, and she inadvertently revealed her good figure.

The elder sister is a loli, while the younger sister is a mature woman. These two people are really interesting.

"As an A-class hero, you would indeed feel a little proud in front of a B-class like me. I know you just joined and your strength cannot be reflected by your current ranking, but like you, I also possess power beyond my current ranking." Fubuki didn't care about this kind of thing. For her, things that couldn't be solved with words could be solved with superpowers. However, this is the Hero Association headquarters after all. If she took action here, Tornado would teach her a lesson. Compared with Krieg's offense, Tornado was a greater threat in her heart. "Join my team, this is my advice to you. You will soon find that people who don't join the Hero Association can't survive. I hope you know what my invitation means."

"Oh," Krieg nodded. "What does it mean?"

Chapter 182 Professional Hero

"It means you can become a famous hero. You will have your own information channels and fan club, and you will take fewer detours on the road to becoming a professional hero." Fubuki analyzed them one by one. In her opinion, Krieg was already an A-level hero, so it was understandable that he was a little arrogant. If it was any other C-level hero, who was personally recruited by her but still ignored her, Fubuki would throw such an ungrateful guy out of the building on the spot.

"But I already have everything you mentioned." The calmer Krieg's expression became, the more Fubuki felt that this guy was making fun of her.

"How could you possibly have them all? The help my Fubuki team can provide you is far beyond your imagination!" Fubuki's patience is limited. If Krieg continues to be ungrateful, she will not waste her time here.

Krieg narrowed his eyes. In the original work, when Fubuki and Tatsumaki were confronting each other, Fubuki said that she actually wanted to play with others, but no one was willing to play with her, and all this was caused by Tatsumaki's actions. Rather than saying that the Fubuki Group is a small club, it is better to say that it is a place where Fubuki, who lacks love, maintains her mental state.

A group of bugs gathered together noisily, solving small problems each time. If there was a real big danger, Tornado would naturally rescue her sister, but those cannon fodders had no human rights.

When Nu S controlled the Fubuki group, the cannon fodder had a bad fate. Krieg tapped his index finger lightly. Fubuki, including the tornado behind her, was of no use to him and there was no point in contacting them.

Unless [Beach Boy] slips out of Krieg's hands and gets tangled up in the ceiling light right in front of Fubuki.

"Why don't you speak?" Fubuki was a little impatient. The Fubuki group was full of bootlickers. This was not a romance novel. When she met someone who ignored her, Fubuki's first feeling was of course that Krieg didn't know his worth.

Can't you see it? Are superpowers unrelated to soul energy, or is there a gap between souls?

In this case, the last bit of value is gone. "Hell Snow, I am an A-class hero, and you are only a B-class hero. Of course, you don't want to be promoted, but the ranking is real. You don't want the Snowstorm Group to change its name, do you?"

Chuixue memorized his face carefully, snorted, and turned away. She didn't like to curry favor with someone she didn't like.

"I'll give you a piece of advice. You've been staying in B-rank and playing house with a bunch of guys who aren't even B-rank. Your small group is nothing but a joke. You have to do anything that is slightly unsolvable, which will only hinder your progress. If you keep playing like this, you will get further and further away from Tornado, even though you don't have any talent that surpasses him." Since Fubuki did some homework before coming to him, Krieg still gave her some advice. Although Fubuki would not be able to comply, the time for the Monster Association to invade is not far away, and Fubuki will soon understand that companions also need to be screened.

"It's time to eat. Who is that outside?" Saitama, who was hiding in the sofa, was also impatient. When he saw the woman leave, Saitama quickly called Krieger back.

"Just a professional hero who can't see the reality clearly." Krigela came to the door. Genos sat at the dinner table with his back as straight as a javelin. Without permission, Genos would never pick up his chopsticks first.

Krieg sat down at the dinner table, patted Genos on the shoulder and signaled him to relax. After their last sparring match, his relationship with this guy had improved a lot, and they could barely be considered acquaintances.

"What incomprehensible things are you talking about again?" Saitama said while holding the bowl of rice and chewing the food in his mouth. The height of the table where Krieg sat down was just right, so Saitama and Genos needed to sit on chairs, which made Krieg feel a little uncomfortable.

"Speaking of the topic of professional heroes, you haven't been involved in any activities for four days. According to the rules of the Hero Association, if there are no heroic activities for more than a week, you will be stripped of your name as a professional hero even if it is not counted as the last elimination," Krieg threatened Saitama lightly. The disaster of a huge meteorite should be very close. For Saitama, it is just a disaster that will be blamed, but for Krieg, this is a perfect event to force the Hero Association to make concessions. When the meteorite incident occurs, Saitama should not and cannot appear in the Hero Association.

"Yeah, I got it," Saitama picked up the food calmly. Krieger stared at the clock on the wall and began to count down, 5, 4, 3, 2. "What is that? I don't see anything important on TV!" Before the countdown was over, Saitama jumped up from his chair as if his butt was on fire.

It’s because you’ve been playing games all the time, Krieg narrowed his eyes, and became more aware of Saitama’s daily unreliability.

Speaking of which, Genos knew about this, so why didn't he remind Saitama?

"The only things that appear on TV are disasters and terrorist attacks that require the public to flee, or major events like the appearance of dangerous monsters. Sensei used to deal with powerful enemies, so you might not know this," Genos said as Saitama's face grew increasingly pale. "C-class heroes primarily make their living by catching thieves and robbers. There are simply too many C-class heroes, and if you don't perform well, you'll easily be demoted. Many people quit after even a little setback, just like a door-to-door insurance salesperson. If you don't go out and show results, no one will recognize you."

The lines that made up Saitama seemed to darken. Krieg glanced at Genos and knew from the lengths he could come up with that he was quite prepared. It seemed the only reason Saitama didn't know was because Genos didn't want to tell him. Genos, this guy is a bit dark.

"Why is it a week? I thought it was a long time. I've been playing games here all the time!" Saitama opened his mouth wide and poured everything in the bowl directly into his mouth. He swallowed it without even chewing, and then quickly put on his clothes.

"Actually, you don't have to be so anxious. There are a lot of weirdos in City Z. Just like you said, just move back to your own home." Krieg watched Saitama hurriedly run to the balcony, then tear off his hero uniform and put it on. This wasteful behavior made Krieg very sad.

"It's too late. There are only three days left. No, there are only two and a half days left. There is no one in Z City. I have to find a place where there are witnesses." Although Saitama was a little anxious, his logic was not wrong.

"Teacher, are you going out?" Genos stood up on the spot, feeling that if Saitama doesn't want to eat, then I won't eat either.

Chapter 183 Saitama's Work

"No, no, no, keep eating. Compared to an S-rank like you, no matter how good my performance is, the credit won't be attributed to me." Saitama's unintentional words made Genos a little anxious. He didn't want to damage his relationship with Saitama because of such a boring ranking. "Teacher, but I am your disciple."

"Genos, I originally relied solely on my belief in becoming a hero. Only by having a firm goal and working towards it can you become strong. As a hero, if you also set a goal and work towards it, perhaps this will be your opportunity to grow."

Saitama's voice suddenly became much gentler. Genos stood at attention and exclaimed in agreement, but to Krieg, this was pure deception.

Are you unable to figure out how to teach Genos? Using this method to shirk responsibility, Saitama put on the red gloves. Just then, he saw Krieg's suspicious look in the mirror. Saitama nodded and made an affirmative look. If you want to fool a determined person, you must first fool yourself.

"Honestly, you're a cyborg. Compared to physical training, perhaps a spiritual transformation will help you improve more!"

It's over, I don't even know what I'm talking about. Saitama was panicking. Krieg had obviously discovered that he was talking nonsense, but the more he had to stay calm at this time, as long as he could deceive Genos!

"In other words, it's not about increasing your strength or honing your skills, but about training your spirit. Why don't you try to rely on your spirit to excel in the cruel hero industry? The first thing is to improve your ranking." To increase his persuasiveness, Saitama also made various hand gestures to assist in his explanation. If Krieg didn't know who this guy was, he might have believed it just by looking at Saitama's speech and his powerful strength. "This is your current training goal."

After Saitama finished speaking, he immediately turned around and left. He clearly wanted to escape, but his steps were firm, for fear that Genos would see his guilty conscience.

This was completely unnecessary. It wasn't until Saitama opened the door that Genos raised his head with an energetic look, "I see, Saitama-sensei, I will try my best!"

Krieg was eating seriously at this time.

As for whether Saitama would complete some heroic mission ahead of time, Krieg was not worried at all. Saitama would not have that kind of luck. Other C-class heroes would also finish everything before him. This is City A, the headquarters of the Hero Association and the gathering place of heroes. It would take more than one or two days to find a criminal here, even if you are lucky. Monsters and prisoners are not fools. Who would commit a crime at the prison gate?

"Genos, finish your meal and get ready to unload your luggage. Saitama will ask you to go back to his house when he gets back."

"of course."

The simple answer made Krieg look up. "You don't seem surprised?"

"This is the teacher's character. As his disciple, I naturally have to share his worries," Genos answered firmly.

"No, in that case, why don't you just add Saitama when you go out on patrol every day?"

"We can't let the teacher worry about such trivial matters. Saitama teacher is not a person who cares about reputation. He just enjoys the feeling of helping others!"

"," Krieg laughed dumbly, "According to the compensation terms, you should also be my fan like you treat Saitama."

"Okay," Genos suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked Krieg in a very formal manner, "I don't see that you have any obsession with fans. Is this kind of thing important to you?"

"Don't test me, especially my weaknesses," Krieger said, his hands moving non-stop. "Being an idol is just a boring excuse. Just treat it like I'm playing a game."

"Really?" Although it was a question, Genos actually nodded. For a moment, the two looked at each other in silence.

"Please take care of Mr. Saitama," Genos suddenly said.

"No, you'll know after a while. It's true that he is the only one who takes care of others, and no one else takes care of him." Krieg rejected Genos's proposal, and the two fell into silence again.

Time passed quickly. Because Saitama was not there, Krieg and Genos had nothing to say. After half an hour of stalemate, Genos flew out of the house.

Twelve fifty at midnight.

It was not until late at night that Saitama dragged his tired body back. When he opened the door half-dead, he saw Krieg standing upside down on the floor with only one finger. His huge weight made the floor make a sound of being overwhelmed, but Krieg kept this posture. Even though the sound of Saitama opening the door made his eyelids shake slightly, Krieg was determined not to open his eyes.

"Hey," Saitama was startled at first, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Krieg, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"

"this is my house."

"No, ah, yes," Saitama said three different words in a row, "I know this is your house, so what are you doing?"

"Try to control your thoughts."

"Hmm..." Saitama opened his eyes and threw the cloak on the clothes rack. "I'm curious, how is this posture of yours working?"

"Obviously, it's completely ineffective." Krieg rolled over and recovered himself. "How about you? Have you found a solution?"

"My answer is the same as yours, absolutely nothing." Saitama opened the refrigerator quite familiarly, took out the iced drink and leaned it against the wall, "This is too difficult."

"That's normal. Every C-rank hero has his own channel. If you can complete the accumulation of these professional heroes for such a long time in just one afternoon, it would be a problem."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Go live in City Z, you will meet a lot of weirdos. As for whether there are witnesses or not, it is never a problem. Just keep the body and notify the Hero Association." Krieg stood in the moonlight and pointed a clear way to Saitama.

Saitama gulped down half a cup of Coke in one gulp, and this time he simply collapsed on the ground. "I always feel that the monsters that come to my door are very weak. What if they don't meet the standards of the Hero Association?"

"You think too much. The members of the Hero Association are not as strong as you think. Even Genos, who is far inferior to you, is not an S-class hero?"

"Okay," Saitama raised the can in his hand, "Then I'll go to City Z tomorrow!"

"It's go back, not go," Krieg pointed out his mistake.

In the next three days, because a seaweed monster appeared in City Z and defeated two A-level heroes in a row, professionals from the Hero Association went to explore, but all they found was a building destroyed by an unknown force. For a time, the urban legend of City Z became popular again.

Chapter 184 The Meteorite Finally Arrives (Third Update, Please Vote)