Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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This is not only an insult to his own abilities, but also a silent provocation to the recommender, KING.

No one dared to withstand the King's wrath.

“I propose that we admit him despite not meeting the general admission criteria!” A thoughtful senior executive finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Given his unparalleled physical abilities and the indirect recommendation of S-class hero King, we can bypass C-class and B-class and directly classify him as an A-class hero!"

This proposal was immediately agreed by everyone.

This is not only an acknowledgment of Saitama's strength, but also a respect for KING's reputation, and a perfect compromise.

"So, where should we rank him in A-tier? Giving him the first place directly might cause dissatisfaction among other A-tier heroes, especially 'Sweet Mask'."

"Let's start with the last one. The promotion and elimination rate for A-level heroes is very fast. With his strength, he can quickly rise to the top based on his achievements. This will also shut others up."

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When Saitama and Genos were called to the hall, the results were announced to everyone.

"Candidate number 72, Genos! Overall score 99.5, full marks in both physical fitness and written tests!"

"Given your outstanding performance and immense potential, the Hero Association Headquarters has decided to exceptionally designate you as an S-Class Hero! Ranked 17th!"

Genos bowed expressionlessly, but a glint flashed in his golden electronic eyes.

He did it; he was one step closer to finding the truth about power.

The senior executive paused, then continued reading:

"Candidate number 71, Saitama! Physical fitness score...immeasurable; written test score...pass. Overall rating...A-class hero, ranked 39th! Congratulations!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"What? The teacher... is an A-rank?" Genos turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

"Who gave that score?! I'm going to burn him and his office down right now!"

His palms were beginning to turn red, and the power of the energy core was increasing rapidly.

"Hey, calm down, Genos."

Saitama quickly restrained his disciple, who was about to go berserk. He didn't want to be wanted as a terrorist on his very first day for attacking a high-ranking member of the association.

He himself didn't care. He was just a hero out of interest and had no interest in things like levels or rankings.

Saitama took the hero's license and flipped through it with little interest; he was more concerned with another issue:

"Um, could you tell me approximately how much an A-rank hero earns per month?"

The higher-ups were slightly taken aback, then smiled and announced a number that made Saitama's eyes light up.

Seeing Saitama's satisfied expression, Lin Mo smiled slightly. It was unrealistic to expect Saitama to become an S-class character overnight; the association wouldn't agree to it.

Rank A is arguably the best choice, as it would give Saitama more exposure.

Chapter 30 The Prophet King

"Who gave that score?! I'm going to burn him and his office down right now!"

Genos's questioning voice echoed in the hall, and the incinerator in his palm began to heat up, emitting a dangerous crimson light.

The surrounding association staff retreated in fear, terrified that the newly promoted S-class hero would suddenly go berserk and destroy the headquarters.

"Hey, calm down, Genos."

Saitama placed one hand on Genos's burning shoulder, stopping his apprentice from going berserk.

"Grade A is great, the salary is very high."

For Saitama, having a stable income and no longer having to worry about supermarket special days is already a great thing.

Seeing his teacher's satisfied expression, Genos's anger subsided considerably.

He couldn't understand the teacher's thoughts, but he had to respect the teacher's decision.

Genos then sheathed his weapon, merely casting a cold glance at the pale-faced high-ranking officials, the warning in his eyes unmistakable.

Just as the tense atmosphere eased slightly, Lin Mo took a step forward.

“Jenos,” Lin Mo’s voice was calm and steady.

"Rankings are just numbers. A hero's value is determined by what he protects. Your teacher's strength doesn't need such empty titles to prove it."

These words, though spoken in a low tone, contained a convincing power.

Genos was stunned. He looked at King, then at Saitama beside him who had a "yes, that's right" expression, nodded thoughtfully, and bowed deeply.

"Yes, I understand, Mr. King."

He understood that Mr. King and his teacher were strong individuals on the same level.

That's not what they're pursuing; they're just attached to appearances.

A potential conflict was averted by KING with a nonchalant attitude.

The association's leaders breathed a sigh of relief, and their gazes toward KING were filled with even greater awe.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Saitama and Genos were about to turn around and leave to celebrate becoming professional heroes, Lin Mo called out to them.

He didn't turn around, but said to the examiner closest to him, "Call Sich over, I have something to say to him."

He turned to Saitama and Genos and said, "Wait for me in the lobby, I'll be right back."

“Yes, Mr. King,” Genos replied respectfully.

"Oh, okay." Saitama had already started planning whether to buy beef or pork for hot pot that night.

"Mr. King, what's the matter?" Sitch, who had rushed over, was still sweating and slightly out of breath when he spoke.

"Besides bringing those two people to do hero testing, there's something else I need to tell you today."

Lin Mo cut straight to the point.

"Please give your instructions!" Sich adopted a posture of listening attentively.

"Soon, a meteorite will fall on Z City."

Lin Mo's voice was frighteningly calm, as if he were stating an established fact.

"Its size is enough to wipe Z City off the map in an instant, and the shockwave it generates could even destroy several neighboring cities."

"What!?" Sitch was suddenly startled.

A meteorite? Destroying several cities? This scenario, which only exists in disaster movies, is actually about to become a reality? He subconsciously asked, "How...how did you know about this?"

Lin Mo slowly turned around, his deep gaze fixed on Sitch, his right hand unconsciously pressing against his chest.

dong... dong... dong...

That familiar, heart-pounding roar sounded again.

“My ‘Emperor Engine’… has been running quite frequently lately.” Lin Mo attributed everything to this excuse.

"I can sense that the Earth is entering a period of frequent disasters."

“Monsters of all levels will appear at an unprecedented frequency, and the real threat is far more than that.”

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city below, which resembled a matchbox.

“In the not-so-distant future,” Lin Mo’s gaze seemed to pierce through the atmosphere and look into the deep universe.

"A ruler from the depths of the universe will descend upon Earth because of a ridiculous prophecy."

"His fleet is capable of turning a city to ashes in an instant, and his strength is enough to fight me."

It felt as if a thunderclap had exploded in Sitch's mind.

A cosmic overlord? An interstellar fleet? And... the strength to rival Mr. King?!

This is beyond what the disaster level "Dragon" can describe!

His hands began to tremble slightly, and cold sweat soaked the back of his shirt.

The value of this intelligence is immeasurable. This is a prophecy from the strongest man on Earth, the only chance for human civilization to prepare in advance!

"I...I understand!"

"The association will immediately establish a top-level response team to formulate a series of defense plans based on your prediction!" Sitch said solemnly.

"Hmm." Lin Mo nodded, feeling that he had achieved his goal.

He turned to leave, but as he reached the door, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a can of throat lozenges on Sitch's desk.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Sitch was bewildered by his sudden action, and the weight that had just been lifted from her heart was lifted again.

He followed King's gaze and saw the box of throat lozenges he always kept on hand because he had been having too many meetings lately and his throat was sore.

“Mr. King, is there... a problem?” Sitch asked, puzzled.

Is there poison in this box of candy?

“Mr. Sitch, remember to remind Grandma Shibabawa to eat less throat lozenges.”

"Huh?" Sitch was completely stunned.

Grandma Shibabawa is a highly respected prophet supported by the Hero Association. However, due to her advanced age, her health has been poor lately, and she especially enjoys eating various throat lozenges.

But... what does this have to do with the cosmic crisis that Mr. KING foresaw?

Seeing Sitch's confused expression, Lin Mo decided to be more explicit. He spoke in a calm tone:

"If she doesn't heed the advice, she will choke to death on a throat lozenge soon."

Having said that, he ignored Sitch, who was frozen in place, pushed open the door, and left.

In the conference room, only Sitch remained, standing there dumbfounded.

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Lin Mo, who had already left the Hero Association headquarters, looked at Saitama beside him, who was overjoyed to have received her salary and was planning the hot pot menu for tonight, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I hope my 'predictions' will save them from dying."