Chapter 134 Perfect Sculpture
King was woken up early in the morning by Sitch's phone call.
"Hello? Is that Sitch? Is my new residence settled? Uh-huh, okay, I'll move in when I get back to M-City. Hmm? Wait a minute, you want me to join the hero action squad to rescue the super-rich tycoon Yali in Z-City?"
King clicked his tongue. Tricks, these were all damn tricks. First, he happily tells me the house is ready, then his tone changes and he asks for a favor.
"No time. I have to eliminate that evil organization, the House of Evolution."
He refused without hesitation. He still had to drag Saitama along to fight the House of Evolution; where would he find the time to play house with them?
"King, the House of Evolution isn't going anywhere. You can eliminate them anytime. But Director Yali's life is in danger at this very moment! Director Yali is extremely important to the Hero Association's operations. I beg you, you must participate in the rescue mission and save Director Yali as soon as possible."
*Sigh.* You can't bite the hand that feeds you. With Sitch pleading like this, he could only nod and agree reluctantly. In reality, he didn't know how to solve cases and was weak; he couldn't help at all. His only use was to intimidate the enemy.
"Meet up at the Z-City Hero Association branch at noon? Got it."
After hanging up, he remembered that his purpose for this trip was to find Saitama and take care of the House of Evolution. It seemed he wouldn't have time to look for Saitama for now. Hmm, but it didn't matter. Even if he didn't provoke them, the House of Evolution would still court death by messing with Saitama, leading to their near-total annihilation.
That's right. According to the anime, Saitama and Genos weren't attacked by the House of Evolution for several days. It was because they damaged Saitama's ceiling, which made him furious, and thus the House of Evolution was wiped out. Ha, maybe I can still make it in time! Revenge or whatever didn't matter; the key was getting to draw cards! That Carnage Kabuto, widely recognized as having the power of a Dragon Level Monster, was making him drool.
"Since I can't visit Saitama for the time being, I should still mail him the gift."
He looked at the pile of gifts at the foot of his bed, found a postcard, and grabbed a pen to write:
"Dear Saitama, thank you so much for saving me from danger time and again. I should have come to thank you in person, but I was caught up in some urgent business and couldn't get away. When I have the chance, I'll definitely treat you to hotpot. By the way, I've sent you a bunch of gifts. I hear you heroes are all lonely, so you must be in great need of those few adult magazines. Oh, and those few paper towels. Remember to wipe yourself clean after you're done. Hygiene is very important for this kind of thing. Ahem, I also heard that you heroes are peerless in this world. Hmm, being bald is no big deal. Although I have a full head of hair, I never discriminate. Eat more of the cabbage and spinach I sent you; they're good for hair growth. Keep the ginger. You can use it to wash your hair after it grows back; it's good for hair care. Finally, thank you again for saving my life so many times."
Signed: A handsome guy with hair!
King looked at what he had written with satisfaction. He turned around, packed the gifts, and took them downstairs to find a food delivery rider, asking him to help deliver the gifts to Saitama's house. After all, with food delivery, everything is fast—much faster than regular mail.
The delivery rider was hesitant at first when he heard it was the Uninhabited Area, but tempted by the money, he eventually nodded and agreed. The Uninhabited Area had a fierce reputation, but in reality, this was mostly the result of urban legends published in the Hero Association's "Hero Registry." Ordinary people had never actually seen a Monster in the Uninhabited Area.
Having solved the problem of mailing Saitama's gift, King returned to the hotel to check out. He put on his peaked cap and hoodie, shouldered his small backpack, and carefully carried Saitama's high-definition uncensored videos as he headed to the Hero Association's Z-City branch to meet up with the other members of the hero team.
According to what Sitch had relayed, the hero team was mainly composed of S-Class heroes. There was Child Emperor, one of the Association's brainiacs; the ever-vigorous martial arts grandmaster, Silverfang Bang; the perverted prison warden, Puri-Puri Prisoner; and the Bald Party's second-in-command, Superalloy Darkshine. Adding King to the mix... my god, the lineup was extravagant. In terms of power, it was enough to flatten many evil organizations.
He heard the Association originally wanted to call on Watchdog Man to use his keen dog nose to find the person. Unfortunately, Watchdog Man's lifelong love was only for Q-City. Even if Yali was a great beauty, he wouldn't spare her a glance. Hmph, it's not like she's a female dog.
And Flashy Flash was also in the running. After all, Flashy Flash was a man who could strike hundreds of times in a second; his speed was phenomenal and would be useful for a rescue. Unfortunately, Flashy Flash wasn't interested in this kind of energy-wasting hero activity and directly refused Sitch, leaving him helpless.
Besides the S-Class heroes, the team also included A-Class Rank 36, Chain Toad, and B-Class Rank 43, Gunman. Chain Toad's chains could bind enemies from a distance, restricting their movement. Gunman's ultimate move was "Joint Shot," which could instantly disable an opponent by hitting them with a bullet at a critical moment.
Hmm, all in all, the Hero Association was going all out to rescue Yali this time.
The Hero Association's Z-City branch was located near the city center. The surrounding traffic was heavy, making it very prosperous. With so many cars and people, traffic jams were inevitable. King's taxi ride took nearly three hours to squeeze its way to the branch office.
After dismissing the taxi driver, he pulled his peaked cap down, lowered his head, and walked into the branch. He gave the lobby a quick scan, getting a general sense of its layout.
In the center of the lobby stood a jet-black statue. The sculpture was of a muscular man, striking a weightlifting pose that showed off his bulging muscles to the fullest.
Silverfang and the others had already arrived and were gathered near the statue, chatting in small groups. It was mainly Bang and Child Emperor, one old and one young, who were enthusiastically discussing life. Puri-Puri Prisoner was admiring the muscular male statue with great relish. The two heroes from outside the S-Class—Chain Toad and Gunman—stood timidly to the side, completely without a chance to get a word in.
These were S-Class heroes. Any one of them had the power to crush them.
"Oh, King-san is here."
Puri-Puri Prisoner, who had a keen sense for men, instinctively looked toward the branch entrance and saw King walking in. His eyes immediately lit up, his gaze thirsty.
"Heh, King."
"King~"
"Mr. King."
Bang and the others greeted King one by one.
Chain Toad and Gunman stared at King with wide eyes. So this was the strongest man on Earth? As expected, the main character always shows up last.
(King: *Damn it, I was just stuck in traffic!*)
"Hello, everyone."
King gave a wave and scanned the group, noticing that Superalloy Darkshine hadn't come. Puzzled, he asked, "By the way, has Superalloy Darkshine not arrived yet?"
"Eh?"
The scene instantly fell silent. The gazes of Bang and the others all turned in unison to the muscular statue. "There, he's right here."
"Huh?"
King looked at the statue, dumbfounded. *That's Superalloy Darkshine?* His entire body was pitch-black, emitting a metallic sheen. His bulging muscles were like chiseled blocks of stone. At a glance, it really was a perfect sculpture.
"Everyone is looking at my perfect body. That's right, everyone is staring intently at my robust muscles!!!"
Seeing that everyone had focused their attention on him, the muscular Superalloy Darkshine was overjoyed and beamed with delight. He let out a low shout, "Ah-ha!", then immediately turned his body slightly, grabbed his left bicep with his right hand, and flexed with all his might, causing his arm muscles to swell as he switched to a bodybuilding pose to show off his biceps.
"Oh, it really is Little Black!"
When King saw the statue move, he finally believed that this sculpture was Superalloy Darkshine—that outwardly tough but fragile Little Black.
(end of chapter)