“I don’t really remember, but since you said so, Kenji, let’s check one more time!” The two went upstairs.
Saitama checked the guest room and came out holding a red and yellow garment, with a bundle of white fabric rolled up in the middle.
The more Kenji looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
“What’s this?” “The tailor shop owner knows I’m on the path to becoming a hero, so he specially gave me this hero suit before closing his shop.
The material is pretty sturdy.” Saitama unfolded the suit, a bashful smile on his face.
“Good thing you reminded me, Kenji, or I really would have forgotten it.” A yellow one-piece suit, red rubber gloves and boots, and a white cape that could be attached to the shoulders.
Looking at this comical outfit, the image of Saitama holding the suit in front of him gradually merged with the iconic Caped Baldy.
“It’s fine.
Even if you forgot, you could always just come back for it next time.” “You’re a really good guy, Kenji.” “Please stop handing out ‘nice guy’ cards.
We should head out before it gets dark!” “Eh, okay!
But…
what’s a ‘nice guy’ card?” …
On the deserted streets, rows of streetlights illuminated the path.
Putt-putt-putt-putt…
A police-painted scooter carrying two men sped along the road.
The wind howled.
The man sitting on the back occasionally had two or three strands of hair blown away, while the man in the front maintained a stoic expression.
Clear, azure flames burned in his eyes as formless telekinesis accurately captured cards invisible to others and pocketed them.
[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] x15 The number of “Limiter Fragments” collected this time had long surpassed ten, but his Stand delayed in sending the “Ready for Fusion” feedback.
Kenji understood.
The chance for a limit breakthrough wasn’t that easy to come by.
At this rate, the number of “Limiter Fragments” needed for fusion would only increase.
Screech— A harsh braking sound rang out.
The momentum threw Saitama forward, and his wind-blown hair covered his eyes.
“This is…” When he pushed the hair out of his eyes, a grayish-white residential building stood before him.
One side of the balcony was built with red bricks, looking a bit dilapidated, but the rooftop antenna, solar panels, and other facilities were all intact.
It was the most complete building in the vicinity.
“Is anyone here?!” Kenji cupped his hands like a megaphone and yelled at the top of his lungs.
The entire street was empty; aside from the echo, there was no response.
“Good, no one is here.
This is the place.” Saitama: “…” Just like everything they had seen along the way, this residential building was completely abandoned.
Saitama walked into the hallway and tried the light switch.
“Ah, there really is electricity!
Let’s stay here!” “Hold on!” Saitama stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Kenji.
Kenji shook his head.
“I didn’t say anything.” “It’s I who told you two idiot humans to hold on!” Suddenly, a nearby streetlight came alive.
It pulled its “body,” which was connected to a massive tangle of wires, out of the ground and roared angrily, “This is my territory!
Who gave you permission to move in here without asking?!” “Eh?” Saitama tilted his head up and looked curiously at the streetlight monster that had sprouted human facial features.
“Do you mean we have to pay you rent?
But I don’t have any money!” “You want to live here for free without money?!
No, wait, this isn’t about money!” The Streetlight Monster spread its gaunt, stick-insect-like body.
The face formed by the lamp head let out a sinister laugh.
“Since you’re here, just go to hell!
Ahahahaha…
Urk!” Amidst a deafening thunderclap, Kenji activated his Lightning Release Chakra Mode and leaped onto the Streetlight Monster’s head.
The Heart of the Tempest was clearly designed as a ranged assassin, yet her Character Card was used strictly for close combat in Kenji’s hands.
Without another word, frantic lightning gathered in his right hand.
He drew his body back like a taut bow, and under the gaze of the Streetlight Monster—whose eyes had turned into dots of sheer panic—he delivered a straightforward, unembellished punch.
Boom!
Metal was absolutely worthless against a fist wrapped in lightning.
With one punch, the lamp head shattered into pieces, and the rest of the body was blasted into a twisted heap of scrap metal by the electricity.
“Next time you run into a weakling like this who loves to run their mouth, just beat them to death directly.” “Understood!” Watching the fight, Saitama’s eyes sparkled.
He strongly agreed with Kenji’s philosophy.
Using his telekinesis to smooth over the ground damaged by the monster, Kenji tossed the Streetlight Monster’s corpse into a nearby unfinished construction site.
While he was at it, he broke down the monster card to absorb a wave of attributes.
This guy looked imposing, but sadly, it was all for show.
Its strength hovered around the Tiger level, and the attributes it provided were better than nothing—roughly equivalent to one or two N-tier Strength Cards.
After sunset, Saitama, having tidied up the room, officially moved in.
Kenji brought out the hotpot ingredients and beer he had prepared earlier to celebrate.
Fighting on a new battlefield, Saitama’s combat power had significantly improved.
He shoved scalding hot food into his mouth without batting an eye, and his magic resistance against the spicy broth had also skyrocketed.
Shocked by this development, Kenji was forced to activate his “Serious Mode,” barely managing to eat his fill under Saitama’s frantic assault.
“Burp…” “I leave the heavy responsibility of washing the dishes to you.
I’m taking off!” Saitama: “…” Watching the irresponsible police officer slowly fly away from the balcony, Saitama, who was also sprawled on the floor, rubbed his belly in utter satisfaction, already looking forward to their next battle.
…
[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragment] x20 [Can be fused!] One hotpot meal completed the collection, and his Stand finally sent the message that fusion was possible.
Fortunately, the requirement had only doubled compared to the first fragment fusion.
Kenji breathed a sigh of relief.
He initially thought the second “Limiter Breakthrough” would require at least a hundred fragments.
By the time he got home, the card fusion was complete.
[Fantasy Card: Limiter Breakthrough ACT2] [Card Type: Special Card] [Rarity: N+] [Introduction: Formed from the fusion of unknown fragments.
The imperceptible power of concepts.] [Effect 1: Limit Release] [Target any entity and break through its racial growth limit once.] [Effect 2: Controlled Breakthrough] [Select a specific attribute of any entity and break through its racial growth limit.] Hm?
The familiar bald Saitama appeared on the card face again.
Kenji’s eyes lit up; the “Limiter Breakthrough ACT2,” formed from fusing twenty fragments, was indeed more powerful!
The half-tier increase in rarity could be ignored, but the newly added Effect 2, “Controlled Breakthrough,” was practically tailor-made for him.
“Wait, why it there no promot for this limit breaker?
System what happened?.” Kenji summoned his Stand.
The deck of Fantasy Cards, whose thickness never seemed to change, sent a pitiful, aggrieved message.
It was stuffed and still digesting…
“heh, weak.” The Fantasy Card Stand was mercilessly mocked back into the void by its master.
Kenji then took a lightning-fast shower, loosely wrapped a towel around himself, and walked out of the bathroom.
Crystal-clear water droplets glistened on his perfect, steel-like physique.
The distribution and lines of every muscle had practically reached the golden ratio.
After admiring himself in the mirror for a moment, Kenji braced himself and slammed the newly acquired Limiter Breakthrough card into his chest.
Hot, too hot!
A magma-like scorching heat erupted from his heart, instantly spreading throughout his entire body!
Startled, Kenji first checked the floor beneath his feet, finding it completely undamaged.
Only then did he realize that the surging heat brought by the card was entirely locked within his body.
Relieved, he fully immersed himself in this unprecedented species evolution.
First came the comprehensive enhancement of his own attributes and abilities.
The four core attributes governed by his Stand system rapidly skyrocketed.
Upon reaching their peak, they ignored the existence of racial limits, broke through, and continued to soar!
Compared to the daily card draws and the enhancements from breaking down monster cards, the changes brought by the “Limiter Breakthrough” were like jumping from the Steam Revolution straight into the Nuclear Age.
The magnitude of the two was simply in different dimensions!
Next came the various abilities Kenji had mastered.
“Spider Sense” UP “Telekinesis” UP “A Punch of Twenty Years’ Cultivation” UP “AT Field” UP “Water Breathing” + “Flash Step” → “Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist: Incomplete” …
Though few in number, they were refined simultaneously.
Their power, speed, efficiency, and proficiency all saw massive improvements.
Everything flowed naturally, without the slightest hindrance.
When the dust finally settled, the lingering, scorching heat retreated like an ebbing tide.
However, the enhancement process was not over.
Strength, Speed, Constitution, Spirit!
The four attribute options appeared before his eyes like projections on his retinas.
Kenji’s will followed his gaze, focusing on the option he had chosen long ago.
The next moment, striking twice, the energy of the limit breakthrough surged forward once again!
Spirit!
The brilliant blue spiritual telekinesis burst from his mindscape, endlessly spreading into the real world.
Countless polygonal force field planes continuously materialized and vanished around Kenji as the center.
Creak, creak…
In an instant, the groans of the apartment building’s internal structure bearing an unbearable load reached Kenji’s ears.
He immediately snapped awake.
By now, his spontaneously expanding telekinesis had enveloped the entire building.
From high above, the brilliant blue glow looked like neon lights, clearly marking the apartment building on the surface of the earth.
Under Kenji’s control, his telekinesis began to retract.
The apartment building, having endured unbearable weight, slowly stabilized.
But the crisis was not over, because he realized that his usually docile telekinesis was actually showing signs of losing control!
Catching a glimpse of the night sky outside the window, Kenji made a prompt decision.
Driven by his massive telekinetic power, his body shot out of the apartment like a flash.
At the same time, exceptionally sturdy AT Fields condensed beneath his feet.