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

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He felt the terrifying pressure, and his gaze became more serious than ever before.

The mere presence of this man exuded a sense of threat far greater than that of the bald man from before!

Lin Mo ignored Sonic's wary gaze; his attention was entirely focused on the pale blue system screen in front of him.

[Target matching the criteria detected: Sonic the Hedgehog]

[Strength Level: Demon]

[List of skills that can be copied: Wind Blade Kick (Oni), Explosive Shuriken (Tiger), Sonic Movement (Oni)...]

"It's here! This is it!" Lin Mo was overjoyed and silently recited without hesitation:

"System, use the [Skill Copy Card (Demon Level)] on the target 'Sonic Sonic', specifying the copied skill—'Sonic Movement'!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the card in Lin Mo's inventory suddenly burst into a dazzling light, then turned into specks of light and vanished without a trace.

[Command confirmed! Skill Copy Card (Demon Level) successfully used, copying skill 'Sonic Movement'... Copying complete!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the permanent skill: Sonic Movement (Ghost Level)]

"Two troublesome guys!" Sonic suppressed his shock and snorted coldly.

As a proud ninja, he would never allow himself to back down like this.

He decided to first use his true speed to take down this mysterious bald man, and then go and have a proper meeting with the legendary KING!

"Watch closely, this is my real speed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sonic instantly vanished from the spot, turning into a blurry afterimage.

He increased his speed to the extreme, constantly making super-fast circular motions around Saitama, and the strong wind he generated stirred up the gravel and dust on the ground, forming a small whirlwind.

"How about that, this supersonic speed!" Sonic's voice came from all directions, full of confidence.

Immediately afterwards, he abruptly stopped circling, using the momentum to leap into the air, flipped in mid-air, and unleashed his signature move—Wind Blade Kick—at Saitama below!

However, Saitama simply turned slightly to dodge the attack.

Sonic, whose attack missed, was too fast to react or adjust his posture, and could only watch helplessly as his magic ball accurately collided with Saitama's fist, which he raised as he turned around.

"Ah, sorry!" Saitama seemed surprised by what happened and immediately moved his fist away, saying with a sincere apology.

On the other side, Sonic was curled up on the ground in pain, his hands tightly covering his lower body, his handsome face contorted with agony.

Tell me... your name.

"I will remember this humiliation forever! I will continue my training until I defeat you!"

Saitama honestly said, "My name is Saitama."

"You should go to prison and reflect on your actions," Lin Mo, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up.

He took a step forward, and the roar of the Emperor's engine instantly intensified several times over.

"Intimidation, activate."

In an instant, an invisible yet terrifying aura swept out like a tsunami, instantly engulfing Sonic, who was still struggling in pain.

Sonic felt as if his mind was being gripped tightly by a giant hand, and then everything went black before he passed out.

"How...is this possible..." This was the last thought that flashed through his mind before he lost consciousness.

“Don’t look at me,” Lin Mo said, shrugging at Saitama who looked puzzled. “This guy was a suspect to begin with, so it’s only right that he be handed over to the police.”

Saitama scratched his smooth head, looked at the unconscious Sonic on the ground, and finally nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation.

Chapter 26 The Good Wife Genos

The sirens grew louder as they approached. After dealing with the unconscious Sonic, Lin Mo and Saitama walked side by side on their way home. The streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them.

"Hey, King."

The silence was broken by Saitama's somewhat sullen voice. He was slightly hunched over, his smooth head reflecting a soft light under the streetlights.

"I remember when you first met me, you said you were a fan of mine, right?"

"Hmm? Yeah, what's wrong?" Lin Mo turned her head and looked at him with some curiosity.

"Then why am I so unknown?" Saitama sighed and continued:

"I've been a hero for three years out of interest, and I've taken down countless monsters. I haven't seen any other heroes as active as me, so it's normal to have fans, right?"

His thoughts drifted back to the daytime.

Just before encountering the Peach Blossom Gang, he was pointed at and whispered about by several passersby on the street corner simply because of his bald head and his slightly strange yellow bodysuit. Some even secretly called the police, saying that he was a suspicious terrorist.

He tried to defend himself, calling himself a hero, but all he got in return were more suspicious and wary looks. That feeling made him feel terrible.

"Then why does nobody recognize me, even though I'm so active..." Saitama's voice sounded very dejected.

As Lin Mo listened to Saitama's complaints, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and guilty.

He knew better than anyone that most of Saitama's achievements had been claimed by others, intentionally or unintentionally.

He himself was probably the biggest beneficiary.

"We must clear Saitama's name," Lin Mo secretly resolved.

This is not only to help Saitama, but also for his own sake.

"As long as the teacher's strength is officially recognized and he becomes a top combatant in the Hero Association, then in the future, if any disaster occurs, the association will think of him first."

"The pressure on me will be much less, and I won't have to grit my teeth and stand at the forefront every time, relying on the emperor's engine and killing eyes to scare away the enemy."

This idea instantly solidified his resolve.

The relationship between the Hero Association and the heroes is essentially more like a mutually beneficial employment relationship.

Heroes are driven by fame or fortune, and the association provides them with a platform to achieve all of this while using their power to maintain social order.

Lin Mo would also take on tasks assigned by the association, but he would only choose those that were within his capabilities, such as attending press conferences or deterring low-level criminals.

He knew very well that it was impossible to keep "standing in the toilet without doing anything" and that he would eventually be exposed.

"Aren't you planning to register in the Hero Handbook?"

Lin Mo asked the question seemingly casually. Of course he knew the answer, but this was precisely the point he used to guide the conversation.

"Hero Handbook? Oh, that? I only became a hero out of interest, I never thought about registering for something so complicated."

Saitama yawned, seemingly unconcerned.

"It's a bit of a hassle, but there are benefits to registering, and it's not just about increasing your visibility."

Lin Mo slowed his pace and spoke unhurriedly.

"The Hero Association will pay salaries based on a hero's contributions and strength; the higher the rank, the higher the salary." Lin Mo emphasized the word "salary."

"Moreover, many missions are issued through the association, so we don't have to search the world for weirdos ourselves."

"Salary...salary?"

Saitama's eyes lit up instantly; for an unemployed man, nothing could be more attractive than this.

“That’s right.” Lin Mo’s lips curled up slightly; he knew he had grasped the crux of the matter.

"With your abilities, even if you can't be directly rated as S-level after passing the test, you'll be more than capable of starting from a high A-level."

"At that time, you won't be able to afford discounted cabbage at the supermarket, and you can even eat high-end Wagyu beef hot pot every day if you want."

"High-class... Wagyu hot pot..." Saitama's mouth was practically watering. He suddenly grabbed Lin Mo's shoulder, his eyes more serious than ever before:

"KING! We're going to that Hero Association right now! Immediately! Right now!"

Lin Mo calmed Saitama down, "Don't be in such a hurry, a few more days won't make a difference. Where's Genos? I haven't seen him lately."

Mentioning Genos calmed Saitama down a little.

"Ah, Genos, he said Dr. Kusno contacted him recently, it seems to be about some important upgrade. I haven't seen him for several days either."

As they talked, the two had already reached the deserted area of ​​Z City and arrived at Saitama's familiar apartment building.

"Hey, I remember you don't live around here."

Seeing that Lin Mo was about to follow him upstairs as if he knew the way well, Qi Yu couldn't help but call out to him, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"There's hardly any food left at home, and we haven't even decided on dinner yet."

"What happened?"

Lin Mo didn't even stop walking, waving his hand without turning his head, "It's not like it's the first day I've stayed here. I can just order some fast food delivery. We can discuss the details of the test at the Hero Association tomorrow."

Saitama reluctantly followed. However, the moment he pushed open his own door, both of them froze.

The expected scene did not occur; instead, a rich and warm aroma of food filled the air.

A blonde figure was seen wearing a pink apron with a puppy pattern, busy in the small kitchen.

Who else could it be but Genos?

"Teacher, you are back."

Genos turned around, his modified mechanical body gleaming with a brand-new metallic luster under the lights, clearly having just undergone a complete upgrade and maintenance.

He saw Lin Mo behind Saitama and nodded politely, "Mr. King is here too."

"Genos? You're back!" Saitama was quite surprised. He leaned closer to the pot and smelled it. "It smells so good! I haven't seen you for the past few days. I thought you wouldn't be back for a while."

"Yes, teacher. I went to the doctor to upgrade some parts."

As Genos answered, he tasted a spoonful of the seaweed miso soup in the pot, then nodded in satisfaction and began to ladle the soup into a large bowl.

"Speaking of which, Saitama is planning to register as a professional hero with the Hero Association tomorrow," Lin Mo interjected at the opportune moment, steer the conversation in the right direction. "Genos, do you want to come along?"

Genos paused for a moment. He placed the soup he had just served on the table, his golden electronic eyes looking at Lin Mo, then turning to Saitama, lost in thought.

Do all strong individuals choose to join the Hero Association...?

His gaze swept back and forth between the two of them.

One is a teacher whose powerful origins are incomprehensible, whose power seems to have no upper limit;

The other is KING, who is recognized by the whole world as the "strongest man on earth" and can exude a huge sense of pressure just by standing still.

Since they have all chosen this path, it is undoubtedly the right direction for me, who is pursuing ultimate power and justice.