I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"It would be nice to be able to decide the outcome in this way. I'm not stupid."

A certain superpower who pressed his finger on the gamepad to create an afterimage was speechless, but what he said was extremely annoying.

"If we really fight with you, this world will be destroyed directly, and it is completely hopeless. Strength can be reflected in many ways. If you underestimate the game, you will be hit hard. You two——Okay, the end of the seventh game Substitute or continue?"

——It’s a good sentence “Substitute or continue”.

The more turbulent the tone is, and the face of the genuinely hateful junior high school student who won't tremble even if the sky falls, the more the arrogant attitude of "you and the other two are just like this" is highlighted.

Replacing a real military battle with a game duel, although it sounds very naive, but in terms of the impact it will cause, it is indeed the most sensible approach.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the superpower is an important reason for a low-key boy who does not want his identity to be exposed.

The moment they saw the game console, the expressions on the faces of the strongest duo from another world seemed to freeze for a moment.

Saitama is fine.

Although he is not very interested in games, he is a normal adult who has been to the game hall and played games.

And Eric...

"Are you kidding, kid, are you underestimating me!"

A man (inside) who has never played such a childish thing just feels that he is looked down upon... No, it is a junior high school kid trying to pull him to the same childish level as himself, it is simply insulting.

Eric was originally interested in Qi Mu Kusuo.

Similar to the time when he caught a glimpse of Saitama who was still a passer-by on the main road, Saiki Kusuo is the second person he has met so far that makes him feel "a bit interesting".

He looks like an ordinary kid, but his "super power" is so terrifying that it can easily affect the whole world.

Just going back in time is enough to attract Eric's attention.

There seems to be more secrets hidden in the little ghost. On a certain level, he is their "kind", and they are all strong men who stand at the top of human combat power.

It was no surprise that Eric's old problem was playing out.

It is rare to meet a strong man who has recognized that he is evenly matched with him, and now it seems that an unusual kid has appeared, what kind of luck is this.

Therefore, this is such a strange, complicated and unreasonable world, and we have to temporarily lean to the side.

Eric's interest was brought up again, no matter what, let's fight first, to test how much the pink-haired brat still has -

"That's the reason, you can't fight, you can't fight. Eric, don't get excited and want to fight every time you meet someone who is pleasing to your eye."

"Don't make me sound like you want to fight when you see someone... No, it's impossible to use games to decide the outcome, right?"

Eric was rather incomprehensible.

Eric felt he had overestimated Pinky.A kid is a kid, he can only make such naive tricks.

Then, Eric couldn't understand why Saitama didn't reach an agreement with him, ignored the kid's trick and left, but actually sat down and played a battle game with the kid!

Is it because of the insipid provocation of the pink-haired brat?

"Saitama, you?!"

"No, don't stop me, Eric."

Stepping into Saiki Kusuo's room, sitting down cross-legged, and holding the game controller with both hands, the bald man's expression changed from his usual sluggishness, as if he had changed his style of painting, his eyes became sharp and sharp.

"Don't worry, I'm very rational. Isn't it just a game? It's okay to use games to prove your strength!"

"Wait a minute, the problem is not whether you are rational or not. Just being willing to play games with the brat already makes you quite irrational—"

"Enough, buddy!"

Eric: "...?"

From the face of the man who turned back sharply, Eric was shocked to see the most profound passion, and there was also... pity?

Saitama clenched his fists, his body seemed to be trembling: "This is the game I wanted to play the most when I was a child, but because no one played with me, I had to reluctantly give up! I didn't expect to see it in this place, woo, just a game round... if I don't play a round, I really can't put down the controller..."

Eric: "..."

A game with a simple picture and only the word "boring" in Eric's opinion can make his companion, Saitama, who is the strongest person, helpless, shouting "Why is it this? !”.

He was speechless.

But his intuition told him that this was definitely not a coincidence, but something secretly done by the pink-haired kid.

The silver-haired boy swept away his gaze, which was enough to penetrate all the darkness, just in time—or the other party did it deliberately, and witnessed the corners of the pink-haired kid's lips curl up.

Of course, Saiki Kusuo chose this game on purpose.

As an all-around superpower who has bought almost all the games available on the market and cleared them at home, he can do whatever it takes to achieve the goal of reducing trouble for himself.

Capturing Saitama's psychological activities with telepathy, so as to find out the weakness that can defeat it in one fell swoop, is a necessary measure to achieve the goal.

Just as he frankly blocked Eric's gaze, the boy with super powers would not feel guilty about it.

Capturing weaknesses is just the beginning.

It is said that the game that only plays one game and then quits is the evil body that drags the strongest man into the vortex of failure.

The reason is simple.

Saitama——

"...Oh, I lost. After all, I'm not very skilled yet, let's play another game."

"Ahem, it's not very smooth, come again."

"This-cough cough cough! Come again!"

"........."

"Again! Come!"

The words of not believing in evil sounded many times after a long embarrassing pause, among which there are naturally some guilty consciences that adults can't help showing when they try to save face.

57 consecutive losses.

Given that Saitama's complexion is getting worse and worse, sweat is flowing more and more, and his eyes are still red and he refuses to give up. The number of 57 consecutive losses will continue to rise indefinitely.

A mature and stable (probably) adult man was beaten by a pixel villain manipulated by a bland junior high school student.

The experience accumulated in the 57-game losing streak only had the effect of being able to struggle a few times, and the humiliated adult was still helpless in the end.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a miserable whine, the game controller was directly crushed by the man's trembling fingers.

Saiki Kusuo restored the machine with superpowers, and then looked at the "rival" who suffered the cruelest defeat in his life, and finally seemed a little unbearable.

"It's still a replacement..."

"What for! I can still—"

"Okay, buddy."

Watching the battle till now, the silver-haired boy opened his mouth abruptly, raised his hand and pressed his friend's shoulder, and his tone showed a very dignified tone.

The boy who had no interest in the game also had a slightly condensed expression.

He reluctantly admitted that he thought the childish game was more difficult than he imagined, but that was also based on the premise that the opponent's level was unpredictable in advance.

Saiki Kusuo, this arrogant pink-haired kid has proved his strength from the side.

However, provoking their essence will not change.

Eric laughed out of anger, and pulled his friend to signal him to change positions: "You still fell into this kid's trick. It doesn't matter, let me teach him a lesson."

Saitama's face was moved, and he felt the support of his friends, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

"... Eric!"

Surrounded by warmth, Saitama also raised his hand, and the palm of his hand pressed heavily on the back of the boy's hand, and the friendship between the men became deeper through this.

Saitama thought that Eric would put aside his distaste for childish games now, and take over for him in person, to avenge his shame——

"Ah, teacher, Mr. Saitama, good afternoon?"

In astonishment, Saitama turned his head and met the innocent eyes of a certain young man.

"........."

"So, should I play the game instead?"

Being mentioned from another world without explanation by an unreliable teacher, without giving an explanation of the antecedents, Hong Jiaodong relied on his excellent comprehension ability to analyze the current situation.

"A few days ago, I played with my classmates..." The top student who rarely touched game consoles was a little distressed, but then he said that he could fight for the teacher: "Well, I will work hard .”

Saitama: "Eric! Don't do everything you want to oppress Jade!"

The willful teacher folded his arms around his chest, put on a cold poss that has become a representative pose, and replied with a breath from his nose: "Hmph, isn't that what disciples use? First defeat my disciples, and then I, a teacher, will Let me show you your strength, little brats!"

"It's the first time that I can be so confident when I encounter people who exploit irrelevant people..."

"Pink-haired brat! Shut up before I let you speak!"

Eric interrupted the pink-haired kid's complaint, but Guy denied that it was exploitation.

It is a matter of course for apprentices to lead by example, who has an opinion?

None of his disciples had any opinions—if they had opinions, they had to be hidden in their hearts and not let him hear them.

And his approach is not consistent with the previous statement.

He said he wanted to watch the game between the two teenagers, but during the battle between the apprentice and the superhuman, he disappeared for more than half an hour for no apparent reason.

It wasn't until Hong Jiaodong lost to Qi Mu Kusuo and lost [-] games in a row that his teacher Shi Ran showed up.

"Okay, you can go back."

It's really miserable to have such a willful teacher on the boy who came across the set.He didn't even have a chance to say a word, so he was thrown back by the teacher the same way.

And the silver-haired boy who reappeared has not changed much compared to not long ago, and is still arrogant and sharp.

The only change, may be...

"confidence".

In the boy's dazzling golden pupils, the light ignited by confidence flickered actively in the pupils.

It's not that he didn't have confidence before that, or that he was guilty—how could it be!

It feels different.

It was a sudden transition from novice to proficient.

That was the astonishing transformation that he obtained after reaching the largest game hall in the city in just half an hour, sweeping all the game machines with astonishing speed like a storm, and fighting thousands of times!

In other words, Eric specifically...ah no, no, nothing, he just went out to relax.

"Defeated Saitama, and then defeated my proud disciple Jiao Dong. Well, you have a chance to challenge me directly."

"What kind of speech is this to the extreme, we are not on the set of the brave man entering the magic city."

"Since you want to prove yourself in this way, then use all your strength. If you can let me see clearly, it means that you are qualified to have an equal dialogue with me."

"Isn't it talking on an equal footing now? It's too rude. If this person can only be a cannon fodder boss on the game set, it's too much—"

"Hey, kid."

No matter which set it is on, the demon king of the true world-destroying level has a calm tone, but he hides his murderous intent: "Shut your mouth."

The superpower user with no ups and downs in his voice: "As a matter of fact, I didn't open my mouth, I just synchronized the telepathy to your brain - well, it's really not within the scope of my personality to complain, you continue."

But the demon king, the king, has been read so much that he doesn't want to continue speaking.

For some reason, he disliked people like Qi Mu Kusuo with expressionless faces and voices, but the degree of tolerance seemed to be inversely proportional to the degree of disgust, and he was unexpectedly able to bear it.

That's why he was very upset now and wanted to beat someone up, but somehow he didn't get angry.

"Stop talking nonsense, just compete directly!"

The flames of war ignited!

Although it is a virtual battlefield, the two sides are fighting against simple pixel villains whose facial features cannot be seen clearly on the screen, but the hostility that is as powerful as water and fire still floods into the real world.

Eric completely let go of his disdain for "mere games".

Silver hair and pink hair, the two teenagers sat cross-legged together, but their eyes never met, only frozen ice and snow or flying sparks were projected directly on the fluorescent TV screen.

I can't see how they are operating, because even if I look, I can't even see the afterimage.

On the screen, the villains controlled by people are fighting in a mess, and their movements are also too fast to be confused. Only a few clues can be glimpsed from the two blood lines moving back at an extremely slow speed.

Saitama, who was reduced to a spectator, watched it engrossed for a while, and then he got a headache from the explosion-like sound effect, and the blood vessels on his forehead twitched, and finally he couldn't stay any longer.

"Hey, you're too serious...these two people."

He muttered in a low voice that wouldn't disturb the two opponents, and couldn't help but be amazed.

The doorway has already been seen, and whoever wins and loses in the confrontation will naturally see it, and there will be no surprises.

Therefore, while being amazed, Saitama could only shake his head, admitting that he was really not good at playing games, and on the other hand admitted his own shortcomings.

of course.

He confessed it quietly in his heart, and it was still impossible for him to say it himself.This is the dignity of a man.

If they were not disturbed, the two teenagers would have to fight at least for a long time, and they would not have the energy to focus on other things in the middle.

It's time for adults again.

Saitama thought for a while, and ran to the boy Saiki's house, but he hadn't greeted his parents yet. Anyway, at this time, it's time to meet him.

He touched his head, walked out lightly, closed the door, and went downstairs——

Well, after meeting with Saiki Kusuo's exceptionally kind and kind parents, he happily had a sumptuous dinner without any psychological burden at all.

The two upstairs really played that game until the next morning.

The night was lifted, and the morning passed. Finally, the state of concentration was broken by a quiet crisp sound, and the screen in front of me suddenly went black.

The power cord was affected by the force unintentionally released by the two, and it was severed, causing the game to be interrupted.

There is no winner yet.

But it seems that there is no need to continue.

"……call."

I don't know who exhaled a mouthful of foul air first, as if to sweep away the depression in the heart.

"Just came close to winning, but—forget it."

"I almost lost, but—forget it."

Eric threw away the game controller that had turned into an ice lump, and was attracted by the heavy sound of the ice lump falling to the ground the next moment. After a long silence, he said, "It's broken. I'll pay you another one."

"No, I can fix it."

Saiki Kusuo stood up on his knees, not paying attention to the creaking of his neck, and raised his hand to restore the game console to the state it was a day ago.

He stood still, his face unchanged, as if he still had the same attitude as before, without any emotion.

But he paused again.

"Eric."

The silver-haired boy in front of him folded his hands, with a smile on his face: "My name. You are very nice, boy, what's your name?"

"...Tsk."

Saiki Kusuo wanted to make complaints about it. After a duel between the enemy and us, the two sides settled their suspicions and became partners. Why did the kingly plot development appear on him, so stupid, he refused.

However, it may be that the game has been played for too long, and there is a mental problem, and I cannot control my reaction.

"Saiki Kusuo, he is a superpower."

"You don't need to add the last sentence, I already know it. Oh, my companion is Saitama, he..."

"Eric! Boy Saiki! Are you done playing? Come down quickly—lunch—"

The author has something to say: Thus, the three strongest people in the world officially became friends.