"Jack, thank you for the treat today! Don't forget what we talked about—next time, I'll treat you to hotpot!"
Saitama patted his belly contentedly, making a serious promise to Jack.
Jack smiled and nodded in response, but couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Given his spending habits, the so-called hotpot feast would probably just be discounted meat rolls and vegetables from the supermarket. However—if I could join the hotpot group, or even be a founder… bringing my own ingredients and drinks wouldn't be out of the question!
After saying goodbye, Saitama stomped his red rubber boots, transforming into a flickering yellow blur that vanished in a blink, disappearing at the end of the street corner.
(Yongdaime & Flashy Flash: ?)
His astonishing speed didn't create even a hint of wind pressure—just like his punches—incredibly unscientific. Watching Saitama's back instantly disappear, Jack couldn't help but sigh. With such incredible speed, there's no need to worry about him missing the supermarket's special egg sale in A City.
Encountering the Son of Destiny in this world had a much greater impact on Jack than it appeared on the surface. Though Jack himself didn't possess that unreasonable absolute power, through unremitting effort and sweat, he had forged his own path.
After all—who says cozying up to rich women and painstakingly searching the world for Origin Points doesn't count as effort and sweat?
Witnessing ultimate power didn't discourage Jack. Instead, it further solidified his determination to bring everything under his control. After all—who isn't a cheat?
The good news was that, in the eyes of the Bald Demon King, Jack had been categorized as a "good person who treats me to meals"—placing him in the friendly passerby category. So there was no need to worry about being targeted by a bald guy who could casually blow up a planet.
Standing up, Jack left the Fries King Burger joint and strolled leisurely down the street that had just experienced a disturbance. A faint smell of charring still lingered in the air. Hero Association logistics personnel efficiently cleared the debris left by the battle. Pedestrians on the roadside looked at the scarred street, their faces filled with lingering fear and relief, praising the staff.
Jack walked through them casually, hands in his pockets—like a tourist who had come to sightsee after the event.
This leisure time was perfect for inventorying recent resources and gains. With a thought, the system panel—visible only to him—unfolded before his eyes.
First: rich woman rewards. As long as he could continue to demonstrate sufficient value, Psykos—this angel investor—had never stopped her generosity. The generous income, similar to daily quests, still accounted for the largest portion of Jack's Origin Point acquisition to date.
Second: the Senluo Project. The tireless efforts of countless clones, day and night, had already brought daily Origin Point income to a stable growth of around 50,000 points. This was mainly because the Monster birth rate in this world had not yet reached its peak, and powerful Dragon-level Monsters were even rarer. Achieving the current income was already the result of Jack's army's saturated search. In addition, the proficiency of various inherent abilities was also steadily increasing—it was only a matter of time before all abilities were fully transcended.
Finally: the House of Evolution. Dr. Genus's talent was beyond doubt. The mass production of Monster Cells had entered the final experimental stage, and the research and development of the first-generation Evolution Cells had also made breakthrough progress. What Jack looked forward to even more was that the plan to mass-produce Dragon-level cyborgs was also taking shape. The first batch of experimental subjects—based on the Carnage Kabuto gene—had already formed biological embryos and were rapidly growing in cultivation tanks.
Multiple Carnage Kabutos lining up to offer their heads—even weakened versions—this scene was too beautiful to imagine!
(Carnage Kabuto: Masaka? Ashura… Slaughterhouse!?)
It seemed the trajectory of the entire world was developing in a positive direction.
Jack's steps paused slightly. He looked up, squinting at the distant skyline.
As he moved, a dull roar—like distant thunder—belatedly arrived from the end of the horizon.
*RUMBLE—!! *
The sound wasn't loud, but it made Jack's eyelids twitch for no reason. Immediately after, the ground shook violently. Many vehicles on the street, caught off guard, lost balance and collided, emitting piercing alarm sounds. Pedestrians on the roadside stumbled and fell, unable to stand steady, letting out exclamations of surprise.
Within Jack's line of sight, in the direction of the city's edge, a monstrous mushroom cloud—ablaze with fire—was rising menacingly. Even from a distance of tens of kilometers, one could clearly see that the sky was being swallowed by desperate fire and smoke.
"Oh dear—this damn world…"
Jack sighed helplessly, his eyes slightly unfocused.
"…really doesn't take praise well."
The afternoon tranquility of Z City was completely shattered by a deafening roar.
In the suburbs, within an industrial park adjacent to D City, a large chemical plant suddenly exploded without warning. Sky-high flames dyed half the sky red. The enormous mushroom cloud—composed of rolling black smoke and dust—covered the ground, clearly visible from the city center tens of kilometers away.
"Alarm! Alarm! Southwest of Z City, coordinates… high-intensity energy burst detected! Repeat—high-intensity energy burst detected!"
"Received! Retrieving surveillance footage from the enterprise control room. Intelligence team—immediately investigate nearby communication signals! What's the situation on site? Are there any Monster traces?"
At Hero Association headquarters, piercing alarm bells echoed throughout the command center. As disaster information from the branches was reported up the hierarchy, all staff members busily worked. On the large screen, satellite images quickly locked onto the explosion site—and that area was instantly marked with an ominous deep red, representing the highest danger level.
The communication channel was chaotic. Soon, a heavily panting, panicked voice came back. The speaker was an A-Class hero, Rank 22—a gunman hero named "One-Shot," good at both long-range sniping and close combat, but who often suffered from gun jams.
"M-Monster! It's a Monster! The number… the number is too many! And I've already tested it—sniper bullets have no effect on these Monsters. They can actually regenerate quickly—damn it…!!"
The communication signal was intermittent, but the fragmented images transmitted back on the screen made all the staff members in the monitoring room gasp in cold air—their spines chilling.
In the footage, above the charred ruins, hundreds of worker corpses scattered throughout the factory area were slowly rising from the scorched earth. Their incomplete limbs and bodies were enveloped and repaired by flickering, bizarre black mist. Their throats emitted inhuman roars. Their eyes were bloodshot—like vengeful spirits crawling out from the deepest parts of hell.
And behind this terrifying tide of corpses, a figure so vast it was despair-inducing loomed in and out of sight amidst the thick smoke and flames.
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