Chapter 359: Poor Saitama Suffers From Worse Situation

"Saitama, where's the high-end Wagyu I asked you to buy?"

Luke plucked at the plastic bag.

There are two full boxes of off-brand beef rolls that feel like they are packed with technology and hard work - and there is a discount product label on them.

Saitama's eyes wandered.

"I got there late, and the butcher shop selling wagyu beef was closed. I happened to pass by a supermarket, so I bought some..." As he spoke, his tone was inexplicably weak, "Luke, you know, I'm usually very busy... …”

Luke chuckled.

Is Saitama busy?

If you ignore the occasional heroic actions, the most important thing this guy does every day is to spend a lot of time on supermarket sales.

Saitama has to run through several surrounding urban areas almost every day - not to eliminate weirdos, but to buy goods at low enough prices.

"If that doesn't work, then we'll have sukiyaki tomorrow. I'll run over there early then."

Saitama added reluctantly.

Looking at him like this, he seemed quite distressed about spending a lot of money to buy the so-called high-end Wagyu beef - even though the money was paid for by Luke.

"Forget it, it's not like you can't eat it." Luke shook his head. "Genos, I'll leave it to you to wash the vegetables. Saitama, go buy two bottles of Coke and come back."

"By the way, ask for big bottles, not expired canned drinks on sale."

Luke then added.

"I remember there was something in the refrigerator..."

Saitama muttered.

"I forgot to tell you, the power was out again last night. When Genos opened the refrigerator today, almost all the items stored in it were ruined."

Luke kindly reminded me.

Saitama's figure flashed, and a violent explosion of air sounded. In an instant, Saitama rushed to the refrigerator.

With trembling hands, he opened the refrigerator.

Then, a scene that made Saitama despair appeared - the refrigerator that should have been filled with all kinds of discounted food was now empty, with only some fast-food products left.

Saitama was petrified.

"Okay, go buy a drink."

Luke urged.

The place where they live now is the ghost town of Z City - an uninhabited land overrun by weirdos.

No one in their right mind would think of opening a store in this place.

So every time there was something missing, Saitama or Genos had to make a trip to the city.

As for Luke?

He contributes the money and the two contribute the effort - isn't this a simple truth?

You can't let Saitama eat and drink for free, that's an insult to a hero (I'm sure)!

This is how Luke has been here for the past few years.

One thousand dollars will be on call, ten thousand dollars will treat the weirdos as nothing, and one hundred thousand dollars will make you the Sykes who controls the king of snakes.

"I see……"

Saitama was devastated and dragged his numb body out of the room in frustration.

"Teacher Saitama, is he... okay?" Genos asked hesitantly.

He had just accepted Saitama as his teacher for a few days, and he didn't quite understand Saitama's character yet.

"Don't worry, Saitama is not that fragile. If it doesn't work, I can just give him a bundle of discount coupons in two days."

It just so happens that my supermarket has recently added a batch of discounted products...

Ahem... Before Luke got the foggy space, he spent a lot of money to buy several large supermarkets. After the plug-in came into his account, he directly monopolized chain supermarkets in several large areas.

To be honest, Luke didn't understand the thoughts of these heroes.

Obviously there are some psychic superpowers who can firmly hold these "ordinary humans" with no money in their hands just by looking at each other or meeting them.

But each of them is willing to act as the "bodyguard" of the rich man, and the attitude of the upper class towards extraordinary people is also contemptuous.

Neither side seems to have calculated their weight clearly.

Can you imagine Fubuki, who has the strength of an A-level hero and can roll up a department store with just his mind power?

With a group of heroes composed of a group of younger brothers, how could they not even have a little extra money to buy a luxury car?

In this world of shit, weirdos are a piece of shit, and so are humans.

Fortunately, he now has the ability to clean up this shit...

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"Mr. Luke, the soup base is ready."

Genos shouted, holding a spoon in one hand and a small bowl in the other.

Putting the comic book into the bookcase, Luke walked to the living room.

A certain smooth and smooth guy couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, waiting for Luke to come back and tell him to start dinner...

On the table were two bottles of the cheapest raw Coke.

Luke's mouth twitched.

He didn't know whether Neon's raw cola had radiation, but the raw cola in this world was definitely mixed with something...

"By the way, I also bought some kelp. Do you want to put it in the pot?"

Saitama pointed to the kitchen as if offering a treasure.

Luke turned around and looked.

Genos stared at the huge kelp ball with an expressionless expression, and the kitchen knife in his hand had been sharpened - obviously, this was no ordinary kelp at all.

Maybe it's an accessory for a weirdo.

Luke waved his hand in disgust and teleported the large sea to a distance of one hundred and eighty thousand miles.

"Saitama, I told you that the materials used on monsters are inedible."

"Even if Genos is a reformed person, there is still a risk of death if he eats a monster."

Noticing the pained look on Saitama's face, Luke calmly explained.

Saitama scratched his head.

"Is that so? I forgot...I thought I could eat it all..."

When he was in poverty, Saitama ate many weirdos in inhuman form to satisfy his hunger.

Luke rolled his eyes.

Do you think anyone can compare to a monster like you?

He is obviously just a mortal, but the sense of threat he brings to Luke is even comparable to the three-digit figure in the world of Hakoba - this guy is definitely not the Saitama remade by Murata.

That version of Saitama's strength is only at the galaxy level, which is equivalent to four figures in the Hakowa world, and is still a relatively weak four figure.

With Luke's strength, crushing this version of Saitama is a piece of cake.

But now, Luke can clearly sense the majestic power contained in this bald man's body - complete authority.

Let alone eating a tiger-level weirdo, he could eat all the god-level weirdos in the entire universe alive, and it would not have any impact on him.

"By the way, you go out with me tomorrow, I have something to do."

"Is it important?"

Saitama was just thinking about picking up the bowl and using chopsticks, when he heard this and was stunned for a moment.

"important."

Luke was concise and to the point.

Saitama thought for a moment.

Luke has been living here for almost a year, and he has rarely gone out. Even daily necessities are bought by Saitama. In the past two or three months, he only occasionally runs out.

But in general, the number of times I take the initiative to go out is still very few.

Therefore, it is something that Luke can call "important".

Could it be...

Saitama suddenly stood up.

In the confused eyes of Luke and Genos, they rushed into the bedroom and started rummaging through the cabinets.

After a few seconds, Saitama held the envelope tightly and glanced at Luke hesitantly.

Then, he handed the thick envelope to Luke with great reluctance.

Luke looked confused.

"This... is the commission fee you gave me before. Although it's not much, I think it should be able to sustain you for a while..."

Saitama said in pain.

For Saitama, the money he has saved is enough to maintain his lowest vital signs for half a year.

Taking it out now is no less than cutting meat to feed eagles.

However, think about Luke’s teachings to him over the past few years and the deep friendship he has formed by training hard with him...

Saitama felt that he had to do something, at least help his friends get through this difficult time!

Luke:?

"Saitama, do you have any misunderstanding about me..."

Luke rubbed his eyebrows.

"Huh? Aren't you planning to go out to work to make money because you really don't have any money?" Saitama blurted out.

"Why do you think so?"

"If you weren't at the end of your rope, how could you take the initiative to go out? I know that all the money you spent this year must be the savings you left behind..."

Seeing that Saitama continued to ramble on, Luke's face turned dark and he interrupted him.

"I still have plenty of money! Besides, I won't be impoverished even if I sit at home now. I want you to follow me out because I want you to escort me to the Heroes Association."

By the way, add an S-class hero to the Hero Association.

"Hero... Association?" Saitama was stunned, "What is that?"

"Teacher, don't you know?"

Genos looked surprised.

"Um...should I know?"

Saitama stared with dead eyes. After knowing that his meal ticket... ahem, his golden thighs were still extremely strong, he returned to this passerby state, always giving people a feeling of hopelessness.

"Three years ago, the tycoon Agni established an organization to express his gratitude to the hero who saved his grandson. It is run by raising funds from the public."

"Heroes affiliated to the organization receive corresponding rewards based on their contributions. They are divided into four levels: S, A, B, and C based on combat ability and social contribution..."

Genos hasn't explained clearly yet.

Saitama's eyes, as empty as a dead fish, suddenly lit up with a light.

A light called "Hope".

"Genos, you mean, they will give heroes...'rewards'?!"

Saitama, who was so poor that he could only live in a no-man's land, suddenly burst out with extremely hot emotions - that kind of momentum was called "greed".

Genos was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Teacher Saitama's reaction.

But what's different is that the modified person can also subconsciously tell the answer with the help of intelligent AI.

"Yes, every time you defeat a monster or complete a task issued by the Heroes Association, you will receive a certain amount of reward."

"How many?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Teacher Saitama's voice seemed to be trembling.

"According to the level of the monster, it ranges from tens of thousands to several million. If it is a dragon-level disaster, the reward will be as high as hundreds of millions of yuan."

Tens of thousands, millions, hundreds of millions...

Several numbers hit Saitama's mind hard.

So much so that Saitama's body shook rapidly... it could also be said that he started to twitch.

The ground shook slightly, the sukiyaki soup pot on the table shook violently, and the soup spilled out.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?!"

Genos was a little surprised. He scanned it with his data eye and found no illness in Teacher Saitama...

Luke stood up.

Under Genos's gaze, he walked up behind the trembling Saitama and slapped Saitama directly on the forehead.

The violent wind pressure, accompanied by a sonic boom, was powerful enough to shatter a mountain.

But now, it only made Saitama stagger.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"Luke, it hurts. What are you doing?"

Saitama grinned while covering his bald head with bright red palm prints.

His physical resistance is just like his strength - unreasonable.

He could easily withstand Boros's Star-Collapse Cannon without getting hurt, but his head was turned red by Mr. Bongu's rock-paper-scissors.

"I should ask you, why are you so excited? The sukiyaki soup is spilled!"

Saitama was stunned.

I looked down and found that this was indeed the case.

He smiled sheepishly, and then, as if he remembered something, he stood up directly.

"Aren't you going to the Heroes Association, Luke, let's go now!"

With that said, Saitama was already ready to start.

"By the way, Genos, do you know how to join the Heroes Association?"

"For no other reason than I want to become a professional hero and destroy weirdos!"

When Saitama mentioned "eliminating weirdos", he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes glowed with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Weird = money

This equation has completely occupied Saitama's somewhat "degraded" brain.

Luke was speechless.

"If you want to become a professional hero in the Hero Association and make money, first of all, you need to pass the exam."

He broke Saitama's "illusion".

"take an exam?"

"To join the Heroes Association, you need to pass a written test and a physical test. The written test is 50 points, and the physical test is 50 points. The total score is 100 points."

"Only those with a score of 70 or above can obtain a hero license and become a professional hero."

After hearing this, Saitama did not show the sad expression he had when facing exams in the past, but instead looked confident.

"No problem!" Saitama looked serious, "With three years of my heroic career, I can definitely pass the test!"

Although he is a hero driven by interest.

However, I already have a full and profound understanding of the word "hero".

This is the essence of three years of hard training, fighting monsters every day, saving citizens... and many other trials!

Saitama thinks there is absolutely no way he can lose!

But seeing Saitama's confident look, Luke's expression was a little strange, as if he was trying his best to endure it, or... holding back a smile.

Saitama is definitely an excellent hero.

There is no doubt about this.

However, whether he can be an excellent "professional hero" needs to be questioned.

With Saitama's brain constantly "dulling", a written test is enough to make him "want to die."

"If you really want to join the Heroes Association, you can ask Genos to help you submit the application online later, and then follow me to the Heroes Association for the assessment tomorrow."

Saitama nodded excitedly.

"Now, let's eat first."

Luke pointed to the dining table.

The sukiyaki pot on the table is still bubbling, the thin slices of beef are curled up under the heat, the oil seeps out, and blends with the sauce, sizzling, and the aroma of the meat fills the air.

Paired with crispy Chinese cabbage, smooth tofu, and elastic konjac shreds, the sweetness of the sauce and the mellow flavor of the meat are absorbed in the pot, exuding a more alluring aroma.

Saitama swallowed.

Rather than becoming a professional hero...

He felt that it was more important to satisfy his hungry stomach first.

As soon as I sat down, I clasped my hands and said, "I'm starting."

Before he even moved his chopsticks, the ground shook and the ceiling crumbled. In Saitama's eyes in disbelief, a huge gopher forcibly opened a hole in his home! (End of chapter)