The meal was incredibly awkward.
Fubuki kept her head down the entire time, like an elementary student who had done something wrong, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Tatsumaki, on the other hand, would occasionally sweep her scrutinizing gaze over Sage, as if trying to see something extraordinary in this cheap husband’s face.
Sage, however, remained as steady as an old dog.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, he wiped his mouth and left.
Stepping out of the clubhouse entrance, the sunlight outside was just right.
Tatsumaki didn’t fly straight back to the Hero Association Headquarters as she usually did.
She stood by the stretched luxury car, arms crossed, her eyes shimmering with a green luster as they stared at Sage.
“Get in the car.” Sage was stunned for a moment.
“Where to?
Going home?” “To that trashy studio of yours.” Tatsumaki gave a cold snort, pulled open the car door, and sat inside.
“Since you’re my husband in name only, if you end up living too miserably, it’s my reputation on the line.
I want to see what kind of garbage you’re usually tinkering with.” Sage rubbed his nose, feeling a bit helpless.
This tsundere habit of hers was probably incurable.
But going to the studio was fine too.
He also happened to want to check out the mess left behind by his predecessor and plan his future money-making schemes while he was at it.
After all, while living off a woman was nice, a man needs some coins in his pocket to stand tall.
The car sped along the road.
Soon, they arrived at an old street in a bustling downtown area.
The place was a mixed bag with all sorts of shops, filled with the atmosphere of everyday life.
Sage’s studio was on the second floor of a ramen shop called “Good Luck Comes.” The stairs were narrow and dark, the wall paint was peeling, and they were covered in small advertisements for drain unclogging and fake IDs.
Tatsumaki stepped out in her high heels, her brow furrowed deep enough to crush a fly.
She was enveloped in a faint green Psychokinesis barrier, terrified that the dust here might touch her expensive clothes.
“You work in a place like this?” The disdain in Tatsumaki’s tone was practically overflowing.
“It’s the Early Stage of the business; it’s normal to have it a bit rough.” Sage talked some nonsense as he pulled out his keys to open the paint-chipped security door.
*Creak—* The door hinges let out a piercing friction sound.
A gust of air, a mixture of instant ramen, old paper, and some indescribable musty smell, instantly hit them in the face.
Tatsumaki instinctively took half a step back and covered her nose.
Sage also felt a bit embarrassed.
His predecessor’s living habits were indeed…
a bit wild.
They walked inside.
The space, less than thirty square meters, was piled high with various junk.
The floor was covered in scattered game discs, discarded manuscripts, and wires tangled together like a mess of hemp rope.
The Trash can in the corner was already overflowing, and several half-eaten boxes of instant ramen were still stubbornly holding their ground on the corner of the desk.
This wasn’t a studio; it was practically a garbage recycling station.
“This is your career?” Tatsumaki stood at the doorway, her gaze icy.
“Sage, while I didn’t expect you to amount to much, you should at least look like a human being, shouldn’t you?” Sage was about to explain and start tidying up.
But he saw Tatsumaki impatiently raise a hand.
She lightly crooked her finger.
*Hum!* A massive surge of Psychokinesis instantly enveloped the entire room.
The Trash, scrap paper, and ramen boxes scattered on the floor were all caught by an invisible hand and floated into mid-air.
Following that.
They automatically sorted themselves in the air, compressed, and finally flew into the Trash can in an orderly line.
Even the Trash bag tied itself into a knot automatically.
The messy wires untangled themselves and lined up neatly against the corner of the wall.
The dust on the table was swept up by Psychokinesis, gathered into a ball of gray, and flew straight out the window.
In just three short seconds.
The doghouse that looked like it had been ransacked by thieves instantly became bright, clean, and spotless.
Even the air became much fresher.
Sage watched, dumbstruck.
Is this the power of an S-Class Hero?
Using it for housekeeping is simply a waste of talent!
“If I ever see a pigsty like this again, I’ll throw you out along with the Trash.” Tatsumaki clapped her hands, as if she had just done something insignificant.
Just then.
*Bang!* The already shaky security door was kicked open.
A bald fat man with a face full of flesh and a gold chain around his neck burst in aggressively, followed by two lackeys.
“Sage!
You loser!
Hiding inside and staying quiet, are you!” “When are you going to pay the rent you owe me?” “If you don’t pay up, believe it or not, I’ll smash this crappy computer of yours and throw you off the second floor!” The fat man started shouting with his raspy voice as soon as he entered, spit flying everywhere.
He completely failed to notice that there was another person in the room.
Sage frowned.
In his predecessor’s memories, this landlord was indeed a snob who often made things difficult for him.
But he didn’t expect the guy to be so irritable today.
“Oho?
You even brought a girl?” The fat man finally saw Tatsumaki standing by the window.
Because Tatsumaki had her back to the light and was petite, the fat man didn’t recognize her for a moment.
His beady eyes instantly lit up, and he lecherously looked Tatsumaki’s back up and down.
“Tsk tsk, nice figure.
You’ve got quite the luck with women, Sage.
No money for rent, but you have money to pick up girls?” “Little sister, what future is there following this pauper?
Why don’t you come have a few drinks with big brother…” As the fat man spoke, he reached out with his greasy hand, intending to pat Tatsumaki’s shoulder.
Sage silently lit a candle for the fat man in his heart.
There are ways to seek death, but this isn’t it.
This is Tatsumaki!
A terrifying existence that even Dragon Level executives from the Monster Association would take a detour to avoid!
You’re just a rent collector, and you dare to harass her?
“Get out.” A cold word spat from Tatsumaki’s mouth.
The surrounding temperature instantly dropped by a dozen degrees.
The fat man’s hand froze in mid-air, feeling as if it had hit an invisible wall.
“You bitch!
Giving you face and you don’t want it!
Believe it or not, I’ll…” The fat man flew into a rage and was about to explode.
Tatsumaki slowly turned around.
In those green eyes, a heart-palpitating cold light flickered.
A terrifying Killing Intent pressed down like something physical.
The fat man’s voice came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes widened as he looked at the face that frequently appeared on the television news.
That signature green curly hair.
That high-slit dress.
And that gaze that looked at him like he was garbage.
“Terrible…
Terrible…
Tornado?!” The fat man’s legs instantly went weak.
A warm stream flowed down his pant leg.
He pissed himself.
He was truly scared shitless.
In this world, the status of an S-Class Hero was higher than that of a mayor.
Especially Tatsumaki, who was famous for her bad temper.
It was said that last time a Monster looked at her for a second too long, she twisted it into a pretzel and scattered its ashes.
“I’m…
I’m sorry!
I didn’t know it was you!
I deserve to die!
I was blind!” The fat man fell to his knees with a thud and began kowtowing frantically.
The floor made a banging sound as his head hit it.
His two lackeys had long since collapsed on the floor in terror, like two piles of mud.
“Noisy.” Tatsumaki frowned in disgust.
She flicked her finger lightly.
*Boom!* An invisible force slammed directly into the three men.
The three were sent flying back as if hit by a cannonball.
They passed precisely through the door frame and rolled down the stairs.
Screams like slaughtered pigs echoed all the way down.
“In the future, for garbage like this, just kill them.
Leaving them around is an eyesore.” Tatsumaki clapped her hands, her tone as casual as if she were talking about stepping on a few ants.
Sage gave a bitter smile.
This violent aesthetic was indeed very Tatsumaki.
Just then.
Another head peeked in through the doorway.
A shiny, bald head.
It even reflected light in the sunshine.
A blank face paired with dead-fish eyes, wearing a hoodie with the word “Oppai” printed on it.
He was also carrying a supermarket plastic bag containing a few stalks of discounted green onions.
“Um…
excuse me, is this place still open for business?” The bald man looked at the empty doorway, then at the two people in the room, and scratched his head.
“I think I just saw a few people fly out.
Is everything okay?” Sage’s pupils shrank suddenly.
Saitama!
The ceiling of combat power in this world!
One Punch Man!
Why would he appear here?
Sage suppressed the shock in his heart and quickly walked forward.
“We’re open, of course we’re open.
How can I help you?” Saitama blinked and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
“Um, I heard that the sequel to ‘Doki Doki Sisters’ is sold here?
I’ve looked in several shops and couldn’t find it.” “I heard you’re the producer of this game?” Sage was stunned for a moment, then realized.
‘Doki Doki Sisters,’ the dating sim that even King found troublesome in the original series.
He didn’t expect his predecessor to have made a fan-made sequel to such a game?
“I have it!
Of course I have it!” Sage nodded quickly.
This was a great opportunity to cling to a powerful ally!
Tatsumaki watched this scene coldly from the side.
In her eyes, this bald man had absolutely no energy fluctuations from head to toe and had a blank look on his face; he was simply an ordinary Trash among ordinary people.
“Sage, your taste is really getting worse and worse.
This kind of stupid-looking guy is also your customer?” Tatsumaki mocked without hesitation.
Saitama turned his head and looked at Tatsumaki.
“Ah, it’s a child.
Are you lost?” The air instantly froze.
Sage felt like his heart was going to stop beating.
Big brother!
This is Tatsumaki!
You actually called her a child?
Even though you’re invincible, this is my house!
If a fight breaks out, I’m afraid my newly tidied studio will turn into ruins!
Several veins instantly popped on Tatsumaki’s forehead.
The surrounding pebbles began to float uncontrollably.
“Who are you calling…
a child?!”