The bizarre adventure that begins with One Punch Man

"By the way, King, where's the game console?"

Qiao Sen noticed that King was already backing off, so he deliberately changed the subject.

"Come on, take it out quickly. It will take some time before we can have a midnight snack, so let's play a game first."

When it comes to playing games, King's face suddenly stopped looking bitter and his back straightened.

"Oh, okay, it's in my other bag, I'll get it."

Five minutes later

"GAME OVER"The words"Spider Time" appeared on the TV, and Qiao Sen was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he had already entered"Spider Time" and why he still couldn't interrupt the ruthless combo of the game character controlled by King.

Is this what is called talent?

"Stop it, stop it, the child is broken."

His own game character screamed and fell to the ground. Qiao Sen put down the controller depressedly:"King, I already know your strength very well. The task of challenging you will be handed over to Saitama from now on."

Seeing Qiao Sen admit defeat, King, who had been wearing a bitter face, smiled a little:"Hehe, games are indeed one of the few areas I am good at."

"Hi, the seafood hotpot is here~"

At this time, Saitama came over with the hotpot. Qiao Sen quickly used his superpowers to turn off the game console, and the defeat settlement screen on the TV suddenly turned into a blue screen.

"Okay, the previous part has been cut off, let's go have a midnight snack!"

King smiled:"Okay."

The TV screen switched back to the free disaster channel. As the ingredients were served one by one, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became lively.

Qiao Sen used his telekinesis to suspend the ingredients that could not be placed on the coffee table in the air,"Saitama, do you have any beer in the refrigerator?"

Saitama stood up and walked towards the refrigerator:"Yes? I remember you brought a lot last time."

"Let's celebrate by opening two more. We have one more member in our hot pot group."

"All right!"

Everyone is ready, and they each opened a bottle of beer.

"Cheers!"×3

All kinds of ingredients were put into the pot. Qiao Sen and Saitama had already started the first round of competition when the meat slices were cooked.

King looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt a little sad. He realized that in the past 27 years of his life, he had been so lonely.

"Thank you, Qiao Sen-san and Saitama clan!"

"Eh? Why are you suddenly sad?"

"Don’t be polite with us, when it comes to hotpot, if you’re slow you’ll have nothing to eat!"

"Eh……"

King couldn't help but doubt his life when he saw the empty hot pot with only the soup base left. Was there anything cooked in this pot before?

Seeing that King didn't eat a single bite, Saitama pushed the boiled octopus slices in front of him to King:"Would you like to try it? Very delicious blanched octopus slices! And my special mustard sauce!"

"Octopus slices?……"

King subconsciously thought of the giant octopus that almost killed him in the afternoon. Just as he was about to say thank you, he heard Qiao Sen, who was adding vegetables to the pot, say,"I suggest you don't eat it. It's cooked, but you will probably have diarrhea."

King:"……"

Saitama:"……"

King took back the chopsticks that had just been extended without hesitation, and his action was so decisive that Saitama's eyes went dark on the spot.

"Hey, hey, hey, there has to be a limit to slander, right?"

Two hours later, the three of them were full of food and drink.

King, who was in the worst physical condition, had gone to the toilet to vomit twice. Even Saitama was a little drunk. He grabbed Qiao Sen's thigh and threatened to fight for another three hundred rounds.

Qiao Sen kicked Saitama back and used telekinesis to clean up the mess on the floor:"Okay, okay, I'll be responsible for washing the dishes today, and the rest of the stage is up to you!"

"Stage, what stage?"

Saitama was confused, but King reacted, drank a sip of flower tea to sober up, picked up the handle on the ground and said:"So Saitama, do you want to challenge me too?"

"Game?" Saitama took the controller subconsciously, and immediately became interested,"Okay, I'm still very interested in playing games!"

King's face, which had turned pale after vomiting, calmed down, and a look of confidence flashed across his face:"Then come on!"

In the kitchen, Qiao Sen separated the dishes and garbage from each other, and then called out the omnipotent F-boy.

F-boy waved his hand considerately to signal the main body to get out quickly. He understood Qiao Sen's urgent desire to watch Saitama being tortured and killed, and picked up the apron hanging on the wall, tied it on, and entered the housekeeping mode.

Fortunately, the two people in the living room have no time to pay attention to the kitchen now, otherwise they will see the spooky picture of the apron floating in the air doing housework.

When Qiao Sen arrived, Saitama had already noticed something was wrong

"Wait, why is my controller not responding? I clearly pressed the counter attack button?"

"Because I broke your counterattack the moment you counterattacked."

King said calmly, while controlling the game character to finish with a big move, cleanly and neatly taking away Saitama's blood.

Saitama shook his head in disbelief:"It must be because he drank too much, come again!"

Half an hour later

"No——"

After beating King's character to the point of low health, Saitama watched King easily complete a one-handed shield counter-ten-cut comeback.

Life's joys and sorrows are only a moment away. Saitama, who had experienced an unprecedented defeat, let out a scream, his eyes turned white and he fell to the ground. Saitama

, defeated 108 times, can't get up again.

King, with a master's demeanor, raised the still warm teacup beside him and took a sip.

Click!

Qiao Sen's Polaroid camera recorded this precious scene

……

A week later.

Qiao Sen took some time to deal with the week's affairs of the police station, and then left at the urging of Xingzi.

The so-called handling is to sign the documents that need his signature, and the Special Affairs Division of City Z has already taken the shape of a black widow.

For this result, a certain hands-off boss is of course happy to see it happen.

With a snap of his fingers, he came to the park and saw King wearing a painful mask doing squat training under Saitama's supervision.

"48...49...Come on, one more and we'll reach 50! King, you can do it!"

King's tall but weak body trembled as he squatted down. Big drops of sweat flowed down his scars, veins popped out on his forehead, and strong emotions gathered into a frustrated roar.——

"Drink——"

"50!! You did it!"

Snap

"No, no……"

King sat down on the grass in the park, gasping for breath as if exhausted.

"Today's training ends here. If I keep training at this horrible volume every day, I will definitely die suddenly!"