Chapter 162: God Says, Humanity Is Sinful
A-City, in a small forest.
"S-spare… spare me!?"
Hammerhead stared in horror at the two cyborgs in front of him, tears and snot streaming down his face, pleading miserably.
However…
Bang!
His reply was a brutal punch that directly smashed his skull, and fresh blood flowed profusely.
The moonlight shone down, reflecting on the bodies of the two cyborgs. One had a single eye, its body covered in golden-yellow steel armor, with two curved iron pipes on its shoulders. The other, half of its head was a glass sphere, through which its twitching brain could be clearly seen. It had no hands; instead, there were five small, hanger-like iron clamps.
"To steal The Organization's combat uniform and still beg for mercy, just how stupid is this person?"
"We only intentionally let you roam free for a while to collect experimental data on the combat uniform. Do you think you can escape our punishment?"
"What about the body?"
"Don't bother with him. The police or heroes will take care of it."
After the two cyborgs casually exchanged a few words, they turned and disappeared into the darkness.
In truth, if they had carefully examined Hammerhead, they would have seen that the fallen Hammerhead was currently crying with tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, Mom, for giving me such a hard skull, otherwise I would have died for sure. Mom, I was wrong, I can't mess around anymore. I will definitely listen to you, turn over a new leaf, and find a proper job."
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Z City, Saitama's Home in the Ghost Town.
"Speed-o'-Sound Sonic? Who is that? That name is quite similar to 'terrible headache.' Is he a Salted Egg Superman?" Genos pondered, having finished recounting everything he encountered that day to Saitama.
"Hey, hey, that's not the point! The point is… I'm going to be reported to the Citizens' Association as a terrorist!" Saitama said, propping up his bald, egg-like face, utterly dejected. "I've been a hero for three years, defeating countless monsters and evil forces. I've never seen another hero with achievements like mine. I'm so active, everyone should know me, right? It wouldn't be strange to have one or two fangirls, would it? But… but… today someone… didn't recognize me… didn't recognize me! The one who solved the monster problem before was clearly me! Why is my fame so low?!"
Genos's face was solemn. "That's right, Sensei was right. The news just broadcasted that it wasn't Master Saitama, nor was it that Salted Egg Superman who impersonated Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, but a hero who impersonated Mumen Rider. Why? Hmm, could it be…"
He asked in disbelief, "Sensei, have you not registered to become a professional hero with the Hero Association?"
Saitama was perplexed: "What is the Hero Association?"
"The Hero Association is an organization that manages professional heroes," Genos explained. "Only by registering and participating in the Hero Association's regular hero tests, and passing the tests, can one be listed on the hero roster and gain the right to call themselves a hero. Those who perform hero activities under their personal name and call themselves heroes will not be recognized by society and will be considered nonsensical perverts, attracting scorn."
"Huh~ I never knew…" Saitama clutched his head, listening to Genos's introduction with difficulty believing it. "By the way, Genos, have you registered to become a hero?"
Genos shook his head, "No, I don't need to." His goal was revenge, and becoming a hero or not had no impact at all.
"Oh, I see!" Saitama's eyes lit up. He said, "Genos, go register to become a hero. If you register with me, I'll accept you as my disciple."
Genos, full of enthusiasm, said, "Sensei, let's go!"
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A City, Hero Association Hospital.
"This ward is very lively today!"
King looked at the three people lying in the ward and sighed in surprise. The three hospital beds were arranged in a line from left to right: Justice Green-Cap — Mumen Rider, Big Cannon Zhang — Snek, and the frustrated… Speed-o'-Sound Sonic.
"Tsk, speaking of which, the young people nowadays are really lazy. They even instigate riots to avoid work. People's morals have declined!" Old Man Bang sighed, his hands clasped behind his back, a lamenting expression on his face.
Puri-Puri Prisoner had personally stewed chicken soup, and was even personally trying to feed it to Sonic. "Ah, Sonic-san, please open your mouth…"
"No, thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to trouble yourself. I don't eat chicken…" Speed-o'-Sound Sonic disgustedly pushed away the spoon Puri-Puri Prisoner offered.
Puri-Puri Prisoner, coaxing Sonic like a child, said, "Sonic-san, a man should be flexible, able to bend and stretch like a spoon! Good boy, eat your chicken…"
"Mr. King, how is the investigation into the deep-sea black shadow progressing?" Snek asked. His red swollen lips had already faded, leaving only some red blotches on his face. He lay on the hospital bed, still worried about the situation of the deep-sea black shadow.
"It has already been handed over to the Hero Association for processing. They said they are constantly watching, to prevent that monster from invading the land," King casually said. He then shifted his gaze to the silent Mumen Rider nearby. "Hey, Mumen Rider?"
"Oh, Mr. King, are you calling me?" Mumen Rider looked at King, flattered. This truly was a great hero. "Unfortunately, my aptitude is too poor, and my strength has never improved. I can only do good deeds within my capabilities."
"You… have you suffered heartbreak?" King asked, looking thoughtfully at Mumen Rider's green cap. "So, that's where the 'green' comes from!"
"Can't really call it heartbreak," Mumen Rider said helplessly. "It's just that all the girls I know don't approve of this profession of mine. Even if there isn't enough salary, or enough power, or even enough fame. Haha. But, I just passionately love this profession of being a hero! I long to help others, I long to eliminate evil, and I long for this world to become harmonious and beautiful. Even if my strength is meager, even if everyone mocks me for overestimating myself, I've never regretted it. Because every time I help others, and see them smile and say 'Thank you' to me, I am deeply satisfied. I know that being a hero is my destiny, and helping others is my duty."
"A very good dream."
Humph, when King was young, he also hoped to become a great hero when he grew up. Who knew he would later become a bee, buzzing around all day long?
"Young people are very spirited indeed! The hero community really lacks dynamic people like you!" Old Man Bang smiled and praised. "Unlike me, an old man, always gloomy and listless."
Child Emperor chuckled, "What? Silverfang, when you were playing with the kids a few days ago, you were full of energy! Where was the gloominess then?"
Charanko didn't speak, silently eating fruit, because he knew that if he opened his mouth, he would again incur his teacher's criticism. As the eldest disciple of Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, he was truly a disgrace!
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J City, seashore.
The sea surface, calm in days past, today suddenly stirred up ten thousand feet of wild tides. With crash after crash, they battered the shore. Amidst the waves, a gigantic black shadow, appearing and disappearing, slowly advanced towards the shore. A rumbling sound, like spring thunder exploding, echoed leisurely between heaven and earth.
"God says, humanity is sinful. They should go to hell to repent. As God's messenger, I will carry out the holy mission to cleanse the human world and return peace and nature to the world."
God… is also quite chuunibyou, huh?
(end of chapter)