Chapter 883: Provocation of a Scum

"Wow, there really are people willing to wear clothes with poop patterns to participate in a beauty pageant?!"

Saitama, returning home in the evening, watched the TV program broadcasting today's Z-City beauty pageant, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Regarding this point, there are also many discussions online. At first, many participants who wanted to compete, upon learning that Z-City's beauty pageant required contestants to wear outfits with poop elements to compete, thought this was very unreasonable. However, after the sponsor proposed doubling the prize money for the top three and doubling the reimbursement amount for other contestants, all the participants had no objections."

Genos explained the situation from the side.

"Uh, that's really generous."

Saitama sincerely exclaimed.

"However, the participants have no objections, but does the audience have no objections either?"

Saitama pointed at the TV screen, where the beauty pageant venue was full of poop elements, and was a bit curious.

Just because he was only watching now, that venue filled with shit-yellow color gave him a feeling of being able to smell a toilet.

"At first there were objections, but later there weren't any.

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", why?"

"Because the beauty-chaser Mr. Bo, who has sponsored multiple cities to hold multiple fair and just beauty pageants, endorsed it. The audience recognized the beauty pageant endorsed by him, and some even believe that the reason Z-City's special beauty pageant chose poop as a necessary participation element was precisely to let the world know that truly charming contestants cannot have their charm blocked by mere filthy external objects————"

Genos swiped the mouse, summarized some online evaluations, and told Saitama.

"Right, Sensei Saitama, the Z-City beauty pageant also allows men to participate. Do you want to sign up? If you want to participate, I'll register you online right now."

Speaking to this point, Genos paused, then added: "Hmm, tonight at 8 PM is the registration deadline for the Z-City men's beauty pageant."

"Next, let us welcome Contestant Number 1, Mosqui————"

The beauty pageant host's voice disappeared, simply because Saitama directly turned off the TV.

"Forget it. Compared to participating in some beauty pageant, I want to know how to increase my own fame more."

Speaking, Saitama lay down, sighing with a sense of dejection.

"Although I'm just a hero for fun, I've still diligently done hero work for three years. As a result, a few days ago I met a strange ninja who actually said he'd never heard of my reputation, and even associated me with that group of bald-headed thugs from the Peach Garden Gang————"

Saitama's voice grew lower and lower, his tone more and more aggrieved.

"Ah, how is that possible? With Sensei Saitama's ability, how could you be an unknown nobody?"

Suddenly, Genos thought of something and asked directly.

"Wait, could it be that Sensei Saitama, you haven't registered as a hero with the Hero Association?"

", heroes still need to register?"

"Of course. If you haven't registered, no matter how much you self-proclaim as a hero, you might be treated as a strange person, and even being treated as a pervert in weird clothes is possible."

Genos opened the Hero Association's official website, and displayed the Hero Association's prompt information for identifying true heroes to Saitama.

"So, these years, my achievements of eliminating evil organizations and slaying numerous monsters have actually not been remembered by anyone?"

【Not only have they not been remembered, it's estimated many were treated by the Hero Association as achievements done by their own heroes. Just like the previous Peach Garden Gang incident, the one who defeated the Peach Garden Gang Leader was clearly not that C-Class Hero, but he was treated as the hero who quelled the turmoil————】

"Genos, have you registered?"

Saitama suddenly asked.

"No, I don't need this kind of thing."

【Whether it's a hero's reputation or a hero's practical benefits, for me, they are both things I don't need.】

"Then come with me to register. If you accompany me to register as a hero, then I'll accept you as a disciple."

Saitama had been somewhat detached from society these years. Thinking about going to register as a hero gave him a feeling like going for a formal company job interview, and he felt somewhat nervous inside, so he wanted to drag Genos along.

"Okay."

Hearing this, Genos was first stunned, but after reacting, he immediately agreed.

At the same time, inside the luxurious hotel of the Zeniru Group in Z-City, Broly was celebrating Mosquito Girl's victory in today's beauty pageant.

"Mosquito Girl, you were simply gorgeous on stage today."

Broly sincerely praised.

"Thank you."

Mosquito Girl's eyes curved into crescents; it seemed the Saiyan boy's praise made her even happier than winning the championship.

"People online are all saying that you, who won the championship wearing poop-element clothing, are the most beautiful among all beauty pageant champions."

Mosquito Girl cupped her face with both hands, sitting on the chair, her two long legs swinging, seemingly a bit embarrassed from the praise.

Mosquito Girl, who had grown human hands and feet, was an exquisite beauty. Though she looked like a mature older sister on the outside, her behavior revealed the temperament of a lively young girl.

And this slightly contrasting childish temperament against her mature appearance was instead her most alluring point, like a mature older sister's body had been stuffed with a cute little loli.

However, a woman's mood seems to change at a moment's notice. After the happiness from being praised passed, the expression on that exquisite face suddenly became somewhat downcast.

"What's wrong?"

Broly saw she was acting strange and couldn't help but ask.

"Broly, with my current appearance, it seems I can no longer help you launch a mosquito plague."

Mosquito Girl said in a small voice.

"It's fine. Anyway, this isn't anything too important. You wanting to help me launch a mosquito plague was just to make the city's people evacuate, making it convenient to gather a crowd so I could search for potential capture targets among the crowd. But this isn't a hundred percent guaranteed to find them either. Now, having the beauty pageant help gather a crowd to search is enough."

Broly reached out, touching Mosquito Girl's face. Mosquito Girl's face was delicate and smooth, like a freshly boiled and peeled egg.

", Broly, is the reason you want me to help launch a mosquito plague just this? If so, then I have an idea."

Mosquito Girl rubbed against the boy's palm, thought for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

"What idea?"

Broly looked at her curiously.

"Like the mosquito plague I launched before, creating a disaster level that makes the whole city's citizens evacuate, while not too common, isn't actually too rare in this world either. It's just that general people receive this kind of information with more lag. But as long as we join the Hero Association and become heroes, we can get first-hand disaster data from the Hero Association. As long as another major disaster requiring the whole city to evacuate occurs, we can, upon receiving the news, directly rush over to appear in the city needing full evacuation————"

Listening to Mosquito Girl's words, Broly touched his chin, feeling her suggestion was actually feasible.

"Mosquito Girl, you really are my capable and virtuous wife in this world." Broly praised her again, then asked: "However, is your world's Hero Association easy to join?"

"Capable and virtuous wife..." Mosquito Girl was somewhat embarrassed, but her cheek rubbed against Broly's palm again before she answered the proper business: "The Hero Association is still quite easy to join; anyone can register at their own expense, as long as the total score of the physical test and written exam exceeds 60 points."

The next day, accompanied by Mosquito Girl, Broly went to the Z-City Hero Association Branch to collect the Hero Registration Form, filled in some basic personal information, and handed the form directly to the front desk lady at the branch.

"Alright, Mr. Broly, our Association has recorded your registration form; now we need you to pay a registration fee of ten thousand yen."

"What? I'm here to register as a hero, why do I still have to pay a registration fee?"

The speaker was not Broly, but a burly civilian man beside him who had also come to register as a hero.

"Sir, our Hero Association has no intention of profiting from registration fees; it's just that there are many people wanting to register as heroes

and the venue, equipment, manpower, and all aspects of selecting heroes require money, so we collect a portion of the registration fee, and as long as you pass the hero exam, these fees will be fully refunded in full.

Of course, our Association won't do anything like forced registration and payment; you still have the option to withdraw your registration now, if you aren't confident enough in your own strength————"

The civilian registering for the hero exam cursed and grumbled, but ultimately took out his wallet and paid the fee, and Broly naturally wasn't short of this bit of money either, but he currently had no money on him, so it was paid by Mosquito Girl, who had won the Z-City Beauty Pageant Champion, using her prize money out of her own pocket.

"The 55th Hero Association exam begins the day after tomorrow at 9 AM; please go to the X-City Exam Venue to participate; the exam content is divided into physical test and written exam————"

After collecting the money, the front desk lady handed over an admission ticket and explained the exam location, time, and some exam matters.

"Peh, a pretty boy who eats soft rice!"

Leaving the registration point with his arm around Mosquito Girl, Broly had just exited the Hero Association Branch front door when the burly civilian man who had walked out a step ahead spat in his direction.

"You————"

Hearing this, Mosquito Girl's bad temper flared up instantly; she started cursing at that burly civilian right there, cursing quite filthily, looking excited, gesticulating wildly.

If Broly hadn't hugged her waist in time, who knows, it might not have stopped at cursing; she might have directly rushed up to beat someone.

"Oh, isn't this our city's Beauty Pageant Champion Miss Mosquito Girl? So in private she's the type to protect her boyfriend like this?"

Scolded until his head was covered in dog blood by Mosquito Girl, the burly civilian was originally somewhat ashamed and angry, but as some onlookers gathered at the Hero Association Branch front door, hearing from others that Mosquito Girl was actually a famous person, this man immediately wilted.

If he happened to hit such a person and it got posted online, forget participating in the hero exam; even if he became a hero, he might be cyberbullied and forced to announce retirement on the spot.

"Kid, hiding behind a woman counts as what skill? Don't let me run into you at the exam venue, otherwise I'll let you know what the gap between people is!"

Just before fleeing, this man didn't forget to leave a harsh word for Broly; Broly watched the man leave in a panic, not knowing how this guy, whose Qi was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, had the courage to say this to him.

Hmm, probably this is what they call the ignorant are fearless; however, Broly wasn't really angry; although he was inexplicably provoked by a stranger he didn't know, the other party's provocation also let him see a feisty little pepper side of Mosquito Girl.

"Bastard, don't let me see you outside again, otherwise I'll beat you to death directly!"

Mosquito Girl also dropped a harsh word at the fleeing guy.

An angry Mosquito Girl is also quite cute.

"Alright, when exam day comes, I'll let that scum see the gap."

Broly comforted Mosquito Girl, only then letting Mosquito Girl return to her obedient girl appearance.

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"Mr. Broly, the beauty pageant was held very successfully; those clothes I designed actually sold!"

The next day, Zenier invited Broly to his home and told Broly about the beauty pageant's great success.

Although from the perspective of revenue and expenditure it was completely a loss-making situation, for Zenier, letting the masses accept his unique poop aesthetic was more important than anything.

And besides thanking and celebrating, inviting Broly over was also to ask in which city the next beauty pageant should be held.

"I have no time recently; tomorrow I'm preparing to go to X-City to participate in the Hero Association's hero exam; when I have free time later, I'll have someone contact you; no need to be too urgent."

"Hero Association exam? Is Mr. Broly preparing to become a hero?"

Zenier's face showed a startled expression.

"Not going to become a hero; it's just something I want to do; becoming a hero is incidental."

Broly needs the Hero Association's first-hand disaster warning information.

"I see."

Zenier was stunned for a moment, but quickly showed a look of sudden realization.

The Hero Association also has many female heroes with high human Qi.

This is to pursue female beauty, preparing to become a hero.

Being able to do this for an ideal, Zenier could only feel admiration for Broly in his heart.

"Then I wish Mr. Broly success in all his wishes, and a high score in the exam.

"I accept your auspicious words."

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Time quickly arrived at the day of the Hero Association's 55th Hero Exam.

"Tsk, this is truly a sea of people; so many people want to become heroes?"

Saitama arrived at the scene, but was startled by the heated situation at the scene.

"The Hero Association's hero benefits are very good; even C-Class Heroes have a basic salary exceeding ordinary office workers, plus their identity easily receives pursuit and respect from ordinary people, so competition in this industry has always been extremely fierce."

Genos explained the situation beside him, then pointed to the other side: "Sensei Saitama, my exam area is over there; let's meet up after the exam."

"Okay."

Saitama nodded, and after collecting his number plate, walked to a queue testing strength and lined up at the back.

"Heh, truly any cat or dog dares to come participate in the hero exam."

Hearing the sarcastic words, Saitama turned back in some confusion.

"Are you talking about me?"

Saitama pointed at his nose and asked.

"Otherwise, who else? You, this baldy, just like that pretty boy with a bit of muscle over there, overestimating yourselves to come participate in the hero exam."

"Bastard, who are you calling a baldy?"

"Your head's bald as this, what else are you if not a baldy?"

Saitama was somewhat angry, subconsciously looking toward the pretty boy the other had mentioned, and saw Broly, whose build was better than his and whose muscles were more evenly proportioned.

", it's you!"

Saitama greeted him in surprise.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

Broly nodded in response to him.

"Huh, the baldy and the pretty boy actually know each other, good, good, good, I'll let you see later what's called the difference between you and me!"

"Participant number 11, please come up and select the weight to prepare for weightlifting."

After being called by number, this person walked straight up.

"Add the weight plates for me to five hundred kilograms."

He confidently instructed, and after the barbell was loaded with weight, he walked forward, took a deep breath, and lifted the half-ton barbell with some difficulty.

After lifting it over his head and holding for three seconds, he put it down, and just like that, he attracted the attention of the other participants; from an ordinary person's perspective, this person indeed had strength.

"How about it?"

After getting down, he showed Broly and Saitama a smug, provocative look.

However, the other's smugness didn't last long; after Broly and Saitama were respectively called by number to undergo the weightlifting assessment, it quickly vanished.

A barbell loaded with 1.5 tons weighed down until the bar bent slightly, yet it was respectively held up by the two with one index finger/one hand, /

lifted.

And regardless of which, it wasn't something a person could do.

The ordinary burly man's face turned pale; he indeed saw the gap, but it was the chasm-like numerical gap between him and the two.