Meeting the Bald Guy Again!
22: Chapter 22: Check-in Success!
Meeting the Bald Guy Again!
City D.
This bustling metropolis with a population of millions was a famous industrial hub on ordinary days, filled with towering chimneys and residential areas packed as tight as sardines in a can.
But at this moment, it was no longer a city for humans to live in; it had become a complete and utter Hell on earth.
Screams, wails, and the tooth-gritting roar of collapsing buildings mixed together to form a symphony of death.
The ground trembled violently, as if an angry Dragon was turning over deep beneath the earth.
Every second, countless glass curtain walls shattered, raining down on the heads of the panicked crowd like a downpour.
The asphalt roads were like fragile wafers, splitting into bottomless cracks.
Some cars drove straight into them, falling before their brake lights even had a chance to flicker.
The culprit behind all this stood in the very center of the city, like a moving mountain of horror built from muscle and violence.
It was a giant.
A true giant.
His height exceeded five hundred meters, perhaps even more.
His head pierced through the clouds, and the heat from every breath he exhaled formed small cyclones in mid-air.
He was completely naked, his skin an unnatural bronze.
It wasn’t just muscle; it was bundles of fiber as hard as rock and as tight as steel.
Each bulging muscle looked like a small hill, with blood vessels like black pythons coiled around the mountain, throbbing with a terrifying blood flow that could burst an elephant’s heart instantly.
This was the human who had mutated after taking the ultimate steroid drug, ‘Biceps King’—Marguerite.
Every step he took triggered a localized earthquake.
As his massive foot hit the ground with a ‘Boom,’ whether it was a dozen-story office building or a sturdy air-raid shelter, it would instantly be crushed into a two-dimensional photograph.
The lives inside didn’t even have time to feel pain before they turned into a smear of red graffiti.
“Power!” “This is invincible power!
Brother!” Marguerite laughed wildly at the sky, his voice booming like thunder, rupturing the eardrums of everyone within several kilometers and making them bleed.
“Look!
These humans who were so arrogant just a moment ago are now like a swarm of scurrying ants!” Standing on his left shoulder was a small man wearing glasses and a white lab coat.
This was Fukago, Marguerite’s older brother.
He was also the developer of this perverse drug.
At this moment, he was clutching a few hairs on his brother’s shoulder, a near-manic smile of excitement on his face, the light of ambition flashing behind his lenses.
“That’s right!
Exactly!
Brother!” Fukago waved his fist, shouting with spittle flying everywhere.
“You are the strongest!
In this world, whether it’s the so-called army or that bullshit Hero Association, they are all trash before your absolute power!
We will conquer the world!
we will make everyone kneel and tremble at our feet!” He had done it; he had truly created the ultimate biological weapon.
With this power, all those who once looked down on him and mocked his research direction would have to pay the price.
Meanwhile, high in the sky hundreds of kilometers away.
A golden stream of light was tearing through the atmosphere at an incomprehensible speed, rapidly approaching.
It was Sage.
He had pushed the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit to its limit, his entire being transformed into a pure flow of photons, trailing a golden line thousands of meters long across the high altitude, as if the sky itself had been sliced open.
Although his wife at home, Tatsumaki, had already set out, Sage knew that while her speed was fast, it was still hard for her to compare with the speed of light in a pure straight-line movement.
Besides, he hadn’t fully digested breakfast yet; it was a good time to come out for some exercise and see if he could reap some benefits from this big guy.
“What an exaggerated size.” Sage came to a sudden halt high in the air, his body re-materializing.
Still in his sharp suit with his hairstyle perfectly intact, he floated above the clouds with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the demon-god-like giant below.
Even having seen the movie special effects of his previous life, seeing a creature several hundred meters tall with his own eyes still gave him a visual shock.
This kind of volume was, in itself, an unsolvable form of violence.
Even if he didn’t attack, just falling over and rolling around would likely wipe out half of City D.
“For a Monster of this level, the System should give some good stuff, right?” Sage narrowed his eyes, golden light swirling in his pupils.
His Observation Haki scanned the entire battlefield like radar.
He was looking for that special sign-in point; given the System’s usual habits, such a major plot node would surely require being near a core character or location to trigger.
Just then.
His gaze locked onto the giant’s other shoulder.
There was an extremely inconspicuous yellow dot.
An ordinary person wouldn’t even be able to see the yellow dot at this distance, let alone see it clearly, but Sage’s vision was currently photon-enhanced, making it comparable to an astronomical telescope.
He saw it clearly.
It was a bald head.
Wearing that faded yellow superhero suit with a red cape and a slightly worn belt buckle, he was currently standing on the giant’s shoulder with his arms crossed.
He looked ahead with a blank, unmotivated expression.
His dead-fish eyes revealed not fear or anger, but a…
deep sense of boredom.
Saitama!
The true protagonist of this world, the invincible Caped Baldy!
He was indeed here.
The corners of Sage’s mouth curled up slightly.
This was perfect; since there was a powerhouse to carry the load, he didn’t need to exert himself in a hard fight.
He could just relax as support and pick up any leftovers.
With a flash, he didn’t land directly next to Saitama, but chose a relatively hidden spot, landing in the forest of hair at the back of the giant’s head, which felt like steel needles.
“System, is there a sign-in mission?” He muttered in his mind.
“Ding!
Large-scale disaster scene detected!
Sign-in countdown: 30 seconds!” “Please remain within the current area, Host!” There was one indeed.
Sage leaned back contentedly against a strand of hair thicker than a tree, as leisurely as if sitting on a park bench, completely ignoring the tragedy unfolding below.
Meanwhile, up front.
Fukago was still incessantly delivering a speech to the air.
“Conquest!
Slaughter!
Brother!
Look over there!
That’s the direction of City B!
Let’s walk over there and trample it flat too!” He was dancing with excitement, completely unaware that an uninvited guest had appeared on his other shoulder.
Until.
Saitama impatiently picked his ear.
“Hey.” The voice wasn’t loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear at high altitude.
“Could you put some pants on?” “Also, stop shouting here.
It’s annoying.” Fukago froze instantly, his laughter cutting off like a strangled duck.
He whipped his head around, looking through his thick lenses in disbelief at the bald man standing on his brother’s other shoulder.
When did this guy get up here?
How was there no sound at all?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”