Three Hundred and Twenty-Five Good Man Cards, the First Hero

The card twirled and flew into Saitama's hand.

At this moment, the flow of time around seemed to slow down a lot.

He even felt the air thicken like oil.

The monster crab, who was staring at him on the opposite side, didn't move at all at the moment, as if he had completely turned into a red-hot seafood sculpture.

Saitama subconsciously looked at the card in his hand, and saw that it read——

【President of the Heroes Association, Wang Yan, specially made a VIP good person card. With this card, you can get 50% off consumption in any store around the world. 】

Saitama's heart was beating wildly.

He knows this stuff!

There is only one limited "good person card" in the world, the ultimate dream of every office worker!

No one knows where it came from, but everyone knows it exists.

Private shops and supermarkets all over the world are willing to discount holders' consumption.

Some scientists believe that its principle of existence is similar to the transformation of many weirdos.

Now, this good guy card...

Is it his?

Saitama swallowed.

For him who is in a tight pocket, this is an irresistible offer.

As for the authenticity of this card?

He never had any doubts.

The moment he got the good person card, he knew it was genuine!

It was as if there were hundreds of millions of voices telling Saitama in his ears—this is the unique good person card.

Seeing Qiyu's performance, the corners of Wang Yan's lips turned up slightly.

Everyone has their own needs.

For Saitama, no matter before he went bald or after he was invincible, store discount cards are the deepest obsession in his heart.

It's not in vain for him to spend a nanosecond tampering with the timeline of this plane.

That's right...

The concept and existence of the good person card was forcibly implanted by him by distorting time and the world line.

"You are very good."

Wang Yan looked Qiyu up and down for a while, and affirmed it again.

As he spoke, he turned sideways and his eyes fell on the crab monster.

The crab monster suddenly regained its mobility.

It wields a huge red crab claw, and the eyes of the dead fish gradually become bloodshot: "Damn it!"

"It doesn't matter who it is! Anyone who stops me from killing that child will die!"

It is a freak who mutated due to overeating crabs. Because a child with a chin like a butt drew two small dots on his chest with an oil-based pen, he started his "journey of revenge".

Saitama?

Just a nice guy passing by.

Wang Yan's mental power shrouded the child with the weird chin protected by Saitama, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Ugly.

He stroked his forehead with his hand, sighed, then raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom!

The monster crab, which was originally showing its teeth and claws, suddenly exploded and turned into pieces of meat.

These minced meat did not exist for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the ugly child was also moved to an area ten kilometers away.

"Good... so strong!"

Saitama took a deep breath.

He couldn't understand how Wang Yan made that little kid disappear.

But Saitama could see clearly.

Wang Yan snapped his fingers, the crab monster...

Gone.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, may I ask..."

Qiyu bowed to Wang Yan, looking polite, "Is there anything else?"

As an office worker, even though he is unemployed, he has never experienced the slackness of a freelancer.

Part of a person's character is innate, while the other part is shaped by identity and experience.

At this moment, Qiyu is more or less restrained when facing the strong.

"You don't have to thank me, even without me, you can kill that crab just now."

Wang Yan looked at Qiyu jokingly: "There is no need to underestimate yourself, there is a huge power hidden in your body."

"Do you want to join the Hero Association and become a hero?"

"I can see that you have a righteous soul."

The Heroes' Association, Justice...

These words seemed to have some kind of mysterious magic power, which made Saitama feel a little dazed.

He chewed the word "hero" repeatedly, and the originally dull fish eyes became brighter and brighter.

Saitama's eyes began to glow with a luster called hope.

It is a change that occurs after a person who is gradually despairing of life finally finds the direction of struggle.

"Is there any benefit to joining the Heroes' Association?"

Saitama hid the good person card in his hand and asked cautiously: "As a hero, what should I do? Get rid of the weirdo?"

Cannibals are soft-mouthed, but short-handed.

After getting Wang Yan's good person card, Qiyu's attitude became more respectful.

"I intend to develop heroism into a profession."

Wang Yan casually drew a beautiful blueprint for the future for Saitama: "From the highest S-level hero to the lowest D-level hero, the benefits of each stage are different."

"For example, an S-level hero has a monthly salary ranging from 5 million to 10 million yuan. At the same time, there are five social insurances and one housing fund, and the world's top medical security system and logistics material support system."

"Ordinary people joining the Heroes' Association not only need to learn a lot of cultural courses, pass the test of professional knowledge, physical fitness, and fighting skills, but also start as a D-level hero."

"However, it's your words..."

"You can start directly from the A level."

Qiyu was startled.

He pointed to his heart: "Me? A-level hero?"

Although he has no real sense of the ABCD levels, he is also a person who has played various money-making mobile games.

Generally speaking, the A-class sounds quite high-end.

Moreover, the benefits are not too bad, right?

Even if it is only one-tenth of the lowest level benefits of an S-level hero, it is many times better than his current job!

This has exceeded Saitama's expectations.

Do what you love and make more money than working full time.

Is there anything happier than this?

Saitama, who was getting hot between his fingers, did not keep Wang Yan waiting for too long.

He nodded solemnly: "I agree to join!"

Wang Yan is not like a liar.

His eyes, like perfect amber, are clear and clear. They are the eyes of the seeker and the window to the soul of the seeker.

Saitama is willing to believe in someone with such eyes.

"Congratulations on becoming the first registered hero of the Hero Association."

Wang Yan looked at Qiyu with a half-smile, and said softly, "I'll see you at Building 17, 25th Street, District E, at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Someone will prepare your battle uniform and other equipment for you."

After saying this, Wang Yan's body turned into particles and dissipated into the air.

Saitama, with a confused face, unconsciously rubbed the good person card in his pocket, and gradually came back to his senses.

The first registered hero?

Is the so-called Association of Heroes just an empty shell?

In any case, he won't go back on what he promises to others.

...

the next day.

Qiyu came to the place agreed with Wang Yan.

Originally, he thought that this place, as a place where weirdos raged, should be a ruined wall and a mess everywhere.

But he was wrong.

The busy staff, the magnificent hall, the well-dressed gold-collared office workers, the elegant and intellectual OL girl in black silk...

All this made Qiyu stand at the door, a little hesitant.

"Did I go to the wrong place?"

Just as this doubt arose in Qiyu's heart, a friendly voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Are you here to apply too?"

He looked around and saw a little brother wearing a safety helmet and riding a bicycle.