D-City, which was adjacent to Z-City, was located in the high-latitude region of the same supercontinent. It had almost identical climate conditions and no significant differences in urban development.
The biggest difference was probably the population. The bustling crowds on the streets were worlds apart from those in Z-City, which suffered from severe population outflow.
"There's no harm without comparison." Jordan sighed, then adopted the tone of a keyboard warrior.
It's all Saitama's fault!
A guest room in Flowing Water Dojo.
Saitama, who was fast asleep, suddenly had a snot bubble pop on his nose. His snoring stopped. He couldn't help but groggily open his eyes.
"It's already daylight? What's going on? I have a feeling someone's talking badly about me..."
After teleporting over, Jordan experienced the local customs and culture of the brother city. Then he took off according to information just confirmed on the walkie-talkie, flying toward the target location.
"Hey! You pervert over there! Put that underwear back on the rack right now!"
"Are you out of your mind?! Run! That's a mysterious being!"
"Ugh... what a freak! Help!"
At the BANANA lingerie store, a black and white figure crashed through the glass door and rushed onto the street. Its excited wolf howl echoed from afar. After the initial shock, the crowd on the street screamed in terror and scattered in all directions when they realized a beast had broken into their lives, creating a chaotic scene.
Upon arriving at the scene, Jordan saw a wolf-like monster with a pink lace bra on its head and various colored underwear hanging from its two front paws. His mouth twitched. He couldn't help but feel utterly bewildered.
"What a pervert!"
The wolf-like monster stood three meters tall, with gray fur. As its ears twitched, it sensed a voice behind it and immediately stopped howling excitedly. Its upright body remained still. Its ferocious wolf head suddenly twisted backward, blood-red eyes fiercely locking onto Jordan in the middle of the road.
Since all pedestrians on the street had fled, Jordan, who stood still, was conspicuous.
"Well said! I am the 'Pervert' who got caught stealing underwear! The first thing I did after mutating into a monster was to hunt down all the women's underwear in the city! Howl howl howl—" The wolf-like monster who called himself "Pervert" let out a strange, chuckling laugh after a burst of bestial fury. "You dare show your face before me? You must be a hero, right? I advise you not to meddle! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind swallowing you whole! Hehehehe..."
Because stealing underwear and mutating into a monster is something to be proud of? Jordan thought. As for that little goal of "hunting down all the women's underwear in the city"...
Sigh. They've all mutated into freaks. Is that all they aspire to?
Faced with the mysterious being's bizarre, illogical remarks, Jordan was truly speechless.
An exceptionally imposing purple figure emerged from Jordan's body, hands tucked into the pockets of his skirt armor, cold gaze fixed on the freakish werewolf opposite.
"Hehehe, not going to answer?" Completely oblivious to danger, "Pervert" grinned, exhaling a foul-smelling, scorching puff of white steam from his wolfish snout filled with sharp teeth. His expression gradually twisted into a ferocious grin, as if contemplating something exciting. "Scared? Guilty? Trembling and speechless at the sight of my imposing figure? Awoooo—"
"That's right! I'm no longer that weak, frail human. Even when facing so-called heroes, I don't need to feign compliance... Let's test the mettle of my fangs and teeth with this ignorant little human..."
As it muttered to itself, the wolf-like monster's muscles rapidly expanded. Exaggerated veins writhed on its body like earthworms. Its head, now fully transformed into a wolf's head, revealed a standard perverted smile. Its massive body unleashed speed and agility that defied expectations, rushing to Jordan's side at a velocity difficult for ordinary people to catch. Its gaping maw spewed foul stench and bit down!
The scene of blood splattering that it anticipated didn't appear. "Pervert" felt as if something was gripping its mouth. It couldn't move even though it wanted to exert force.
The mysterious being hummed in confusion through its nose. There was nothing in front of it except for the short human with hands in pockets!
In mental vision, F-boy, who was blocking before Jordan, stretched out his hands to stop the wolf's sudden bite. Jaws with amazing biting force were held by two iron hands and couldn't get any closer.
"We're in a hurry. Let's finish this."
Upon hearing the main body's words, F-boy silently nodded and let go.
"Awoo!! You're out of options, aren't you, human! D—"
"Pervert," now freed from restraints, howled to the sky, unaware that a thick, bony fist was closing in.
A simple, straightforward punch, after a long wind-up, slammed into the monster's cheek. The terrifying force interrupted the villain's speech. The pierced air created a vacuum, producing a piercing sonic boom!
A hairy, headless corpse swayed and fell. Splattered gore instantly formed an abstract blood painting on the road.
An eye-catching R-card landed in Jordan's hand, depicting "Pervert" wearing a lace bra.
Jordan didn't even look at the effects and disdainfully disassembled it.
Barely gained ten points in basic attributes. Better than nothing.
[Fate Draw count +1.]
[Current Fate Draws: 5.]
Having secured his card draw, Jordan looked on with approval.
Above the freak's corpse, F-boy calmly withdrew his blood-stained fist.
"The strength isn't bad. It's just that the speed is really an eyesore."
As a monster, "Pervert" had demonstrated strength more than enough to classify as a Tiger-level disaster. F-boy's charged punch could shatter the hardest part of its body—the skull. Pure physical destructive power already surpassed that of most A-rank heroes.
Hmm. Almost as good as my original form when I first debuted.
F-boy nodded calmly, seemingly unconcerned, and stepped into Jordan's body. The two overlapped and F-boy disappeared.
"Oh dear. It seems having a Stand that's too aloof isn't necessarily a good thing..."
Touching his nose, Jordan listened to information transmitted through his earpiece, then vanished from the spot in a flash.
Wearing an elegant coat, Fubuki was followed by a sizable group of subordinates in black suits. She stretched out her arms toward the mutated plant-like monster, the "Evil Pitcher Plant."
A pale blue psychic whirlwind suddenly rose up. The mysterious being enveloped in it sealed its large leaf-mouth, letting the psychic and stone-generated whirlwind strike its body. It let out a cackling laugh from gaps in its mouth, appearing arrogantly unaffected.
With her subordinates watching intently from behind, Fubuki frowned, about to increase her psychic power output to eliminate the monster in one fell swoop.
Suddenly, the thick-skinned "Evil Pitcher Plant" burst open like a balloon. The spraying liquid even turned the psychic whirlwind into a viscous bluish-green color.