“Point A, Point A, plant the bomb!” “Quick, backup fire!” Sage suddenly bolted upright in bed.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
His mouth was still shouting tactical commands from that shooting game in his past life.
His heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.
He gasped for air, his eyes scanning the surroundings in a daze.
This wasn’t his cheap rental room that was barely a dozen square meters.
What met his eyes was a bedroom that was excessively spacious.
The minimalist decor, dominated by black, white, and gray tones, exuded a cold, aloof vibe that kept people at a distance.
The bed beneath him was as soft as a cloud, and the silky touch of the duvet made him question reality.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see a neatly manicured private garden outside.
The sunlight was somewhat blinding.
“Where is this?” “Who am I?” “What am I doing?” Before these three classic philosophical questions could finish circling his mind, a sharp, stabbing pain hit him instantly, as if someone were drilling into his temples with an electric drill.
“Ah—!” Sage clutched his head and let out a low growl, curling up on the bed.
A massive torrent of memories, completely devoid of logic, was crudely shoved into his mind.
Countless fragments of images flashed frantically before his eyes.
Giant Monsters crushing skyscrapers.
Winged Monsters grinning sinisterly in the sky.
Heroes in tight suits fighting amidst the ruins.
Blood.
Explosions.
Desperate screams.
And the silhouette of a bald man’s back.
It took a full ten minutes for that swelling pain, which felt like his head was about to explode, to gradually subside.
Sage was drenched, as if he had just been fished out of water, slumped weakly against the headboard.
The confusion in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an indescribable shock and…
fear.
He had undergone Transmigration.
The kind of thing that only happened in novels had actually landed on his head.
Moreover, this wasn’t some ancient harem or an Immortal Realm.
This was the world of “One Punch Man”!
A high-risk world where Monsters were everywhere and heroes were as common as dogs!
Sage swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry.
As a veteran otaku who had read the original work, he knew the nature of this world all too well.
Don’t be fooled by how satisfying it is in the manga when Teacher Saitama defeats enemies with one punch.
That’s because he’s the protagonist!
For ordinary people, this world is simply Hell.
Just going out to buy groceries, you might run into a mutated Crablante who would tear you to pieces.
Going to work, your office building might get stepped on and flattened by a giant.
Even if you’re just staying at home, a meteor could fall from the sky and wipe you out along with the entire city.
In this world, human life is cheaper than grass.
Sage instinctively touched his arm.
Fair and tender skin.
No muscle definition whatsoever.
The original owner of this body, the Sage of this world, was a complete weakling.
Aside from being somewhat handsome, he was utterly useless.
It’s over.
Sage’s heart sank halfway.
This kind of start was basically Hell difficulty.
Without power, one is just a lamb to the slaughter in this world.
If he wanted to survive, he could only pray for good luck and hope he didn’t live in that Monster den, City Z.
Just as Sage was panicking, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into immediately.
A cold, mechanical voice, sounding like heavenly music, rang out in the depths of his mind.
“Ding!” [Divine Rank Sign-in System is activating…] [Binding Host: Sage.] [Binding Progress: 10%…
50%…
99%…] Sage was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic.
It’s here!
The standard equipment for a transmigrator!
The Golden Finger!
The heavens haven’t abandoned me after all!
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking into his flesh, yet he didn’t feel the slightest bit of pain.
With the System, even in this world where gods and demons dance wildly, he finally had the capital to establish himself.
As long as he stayed low and developed steadily, he would eventually make something of himself.
“Knock, knock, knock.” Just then, there was a light knock on the bedroom door.
A respectful but cold female voice came from outside.
“Mr.
Su, breakfast is ready.
The Young Miss is already waiting for you in the dining room.” Sage took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his racing heart.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.
He quickly sorted through the memories of the original body in his mind.
Once he did, Sage’s expression instantly became extremely colorful.
It was as if he had swallowed a fly, yet also as if he had won a five-million-dollar lottery.
The original owner wasn’t just living off a woman; this particular meal was incredibly hard to swallow!
The owner of this mansion—the Young Miss mentioned by the maid—was actually the one standing at the apex of the Hero Association, S-Class Rank 2, the possessor of terrifying psychic powers: “Terrible Tornado”!
And his current identity…
Sage looked down at the exquisite platinum wedding ring on his left ring finger.
He was Tatsumaki’s legal husband!
Holy crap!
Sage couldn’t help but curse in his head.
What kind of god-tier start is this?
Married to Tatsumaki?
That tsundere, sharp-tongued, controlling, and legal loli who would throw people into the sky with psychic powers at the drop of a hat?
The original owner’s guts were way too big!
Wait, the memories showed that this marriage wasn’t out of love at all.
It was entirely due to the final wishes of both sets of parents.
The original Sage’s parents were also heroes who had sacrificed themselves years ago to save Tatsumaki’s parents.
To repay the debt and fulfill her parents’ promise, Tatsumaki had reluctantly accepted this marriage.
They had only been married for a month.
Rather than a married couple, they were more like roommates.
And the kind of roommates where the status was extremely unequal.
Tatsumaki’s attitude toward him was nothing but coldness or indifference.
Sage gave a bitter smile.
This life of luxury isn’t easy to enjoy.
If Tatsumaki was in a bad mood one day, she might twist him into a pretzel with a single thought.
However, now wasn’t the time to think about that.
Since he had taken over the man’s body, he had to keep up the act for him.
Sage climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash his face.
The man in the mirror had sharp features, well-defined brows, and bright eyes—he indeed had a good-looking face.
No wonder someone as arrogant as Tatsumaki could reluctantly agree to register the marriage with him.
Appearance is justice; that saying holds true everywhere.
After tidying his clothes, Sage pushed open the door.
The hallway was covered with thick handmade carpets, making his footsteps completely silent.
Several abstract paintings he couldn’t understand hung on the walls, each of them priceless.
Is this the financial power of an S-Class Hero?
Sage clicked his tongue inwardly.
He walked through the hallway and arrived at the first-floor dining room.
Beside an exaggeratedly long dining table sat a petite figure.
That iconic green curly hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
A black high-slit dress wrapped around her exquisitely curved body.
Though she wasn’t tall, the queenly aura radiating from her very bones made it impossible to look at her directly.
Terrible Tornado.
The strongest psychic in this world.
And his wife in name.
Sage took a deep breath and stepped toward her.
Tatsumaki held a knife and fork, elegantly cutting a piece of steak on her plate.
Hearing the footsteps, she didn’t even look up, merely saying indifferently, “You’re up?” Her voice was cool, revealing no emotion.
Sage pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.
“Yeah, I slept a bit heavily last night.” He tried to make his tone sound as natural as possible.
Tatsumaki didn’t respond, simply putting a small piece of cut steak into her mouth and chewing slowly.
Sage watched her.
It had to be said, this woman was truly beautiful.
Her skin was so fair it seemed to glow, and her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll’s.
If one ignored her terrifying destructive power, she was absolutely the goddess of countless men’s dreams.
But Sage knew very well that this rose was not only thorny but also poisonous.
Just then, Sage’s gaze fell upon Tatsumaki’s left hand.
There, she also wore a wedding ring.
It was a pair with the one on his own hand.
At this moment, Sage finally had to accept this absurd reality.
He had really become Tatsumaki’s man.
In this world full of danger, this could be considered the strongest protective umbrella, right?
As long as he didn’t seek death, even the Monster Association wouldn’t dare to lightly touch Tatsumaki’s husband.
Sage picked up the milk in front of him and took a sip.
The warm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling a trace of the chill in his heart.
Since I’m here, I’ll make the best of it.
Since I’ve become Sage, I’ll live well.
Use the System to become stronger.
As for this ‘wife’ of mine…
Sage glanced at Tatsumaki’s cold and beautiful profile.
“There’s plenty of time ahead.”