Chapter 926

"Saitama, you didn't tell Mr. Broly about my situation?"

King looked at Saitama.

"Do I look like someone who enjoys exposing other people's secrets?"

Saitama looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

"What are you two talking about?"

Broly looked at the two in confusion; his information was insufficient, so he felt the two were playing a riddle he didn't know.

"The situation is like this, Mr. Broly, I————"

King, not wanting to be beaten to death, laid out his situation in full detail.

"Put that way, you're a fake hero, and moreover, the achievements that made you an S-Class Hero were mostly monsters Saitama defeated and disasters he solved before he became a hero."

Broly touched his chin.

"I didn't steal credit on purpose; it was just a coincidence that I was at the scene, the monster happened to fall in front of me, and people mistakenly thought I defeated it————"

"Then why didn't you explain?"

"Sorry, at first I did explain, but no one believed me; later, vanity took over, and I wanted to enjoy everyone's worshipful gazes."

"Later, the Hero Association came knocking, offering an S-Class Hero contract with few restrictions but generous pay."

"At the time, I didn't have a proper job, and life was a bit tight from buying figures and games; in a moment of madness, I agreed."

"Of course, I did tell the Association's recruiters that I was just an ordinary person; only, the Association people didn't believe me either. They said as long as I was willing to join, even if something happened later, it would be the Association's problem, and they wouldn't pursue me."

"I thought a fake hero like me would be exposed soon enough, and before that, I just wanted to coast along at the Association."

"But who knew, after becoming a hero, I again encountered many unclaimed credits for solving monster disasters, and the Association attributed them all to me."

"My hero ranking rose from last place all the way to the front, and I even got the title of 【Surface's Strongest Man】."

"By the time I realized all this, it was somewhat too late to turn back; my image had been made into a series of merchandise by the Association, selling hot in the outside world."

"Once someone discovers it's all fake, the consequences aren't something an ordinary person like me can bear."

"So, although it's shameless, I still want to ask Mr. Broly to keep these things secret for now," King directly performed dogeza to Broly.

"So, Saitama, after you discovered this person's situation, why did you still choose to keep it secret for him?"

Broly didn't answer, but looked at Saitama beside him and asked his doubt.

"Although King made some mistakes driven by vanity, in the end he didn't cause too big a problem; plus he confessed and apologized to me, lent me a game console, and coached me in fighting game techniques, so————"

"You just didn't hold it against him?"

"No, I still told King not to fake it anymore; if he doesn't want to give up his hero identity, then he should work hard to become strong and train out strength matching an S-Class Hero."

"I'm already working hard; recently I've been training myself according to Saitama's past training method: one hundred sit-ups, one hundred push-ups, one hundred squats, plus ten kilometers of running every day————"

"Hey, seeing that King is working hard to change, Broly, you just keep it secret for him for now, don't go snitching to the Association."

"Alright."

"You agreed?"

"Why wouldn't I agree? King's S-Class Hero status mostly came from taking credit for you previously eliminating monsters and solving disasters; you, the party involved, don't care, so why should I, an unrelated party, meddle?"

Broly shrugged; he was just a bit disappointed that the person before him really wasn't a pressure master, but a genuine ordinary weakling.

Of course, Broly didn't know that the giant's younger brother he had resolved in D City earlier also had its credit recorded on King's head by the Association.

At that time, when the giant was eliminated, King was right next to the giant's younger brother's big feet, nearly getting stepped into meat paste.

"Right, King, compared to my training method, Broly is better at helping others get stronger; if you have savings and are willing to invest in yourself, you can actually buy a few private lessons from him."

While King was thanking Broly, Saitama suddenly thought of this and said it directly to King.

"Can I?"

Hearing this, King's eyes lit up, but he had previously been troubled by his huge hero reputation and couldn't openly become a disciple to learn skills.

"Should be fine, but Broly's fees aren't cheap: one million yen per hour of coaching, and that's the acquaintance price."

"I still have some portrait usage fees paid by the Association; I can afford it."

"You're actually rich?!"

"This money, I only earned after becoming a hero————"

King was a bit embarrassed; saying Saitama was his benefactor would be an understatement.

"How about it, Broly, I introduced business to you."

"Thanks for the business intro, but right now I have my own matters to attend to, and don't have much time to help coach others to get stronger."

After gaining capture targets and an external wife, Broly had to set aside time every day in this world to spend with them.

Besides this, Broly's main job as a hero in this world also occupied part of his time.

Plus the beauty pageant is still being prepared; although already handed to Mosquito Girl to handle, he still occasionally has to go be a special judge.

The House of Evolution Food Co., Ltd. opened with Dr. Jinos, the business cooperation with Z-City's richest man Zenier, plus the situation after the Spaceship Amusement Park opened, and the occasional matter of coaching the Blizzard Group in Qi Refining Fist — adding up all these miscellaneous things, Broly is actually quite busy in this world.

"However, if you're willing to join the Blizzard Group, I can coach you in Qi Refining Fist on the side."

"Ah, this————"

"What, is there a problem?"

"Mr. Broly, you already know my situation; is it appropriate for me to join the Blizzard Group?"

"Appropriate. I know your true situation, so I'm inviting you to join the Blizzard Group not because I expect your strength, but because I want to borrow your reputation to further boost the Blizzard Group's fame."

"Another thing is, your luck is really good; I reckon after joining the Blizzard Group, you'll also bring some of your own good luck to the Blizzard Group."

After understanding King's situation, Broly treated this person as a lucky charm; and the reason he helped develop the Blizzard Group was also simple: doing so could raise Fubuki's Happiness Value.

"How about it, want to join?"

"I want to join, but if the Blizzard Group makes me do things beyond my ability, what should I do then?

""

"Simple, you have Saitama as a connection, right? If there's something you can't do yourself, you can just ask him to do it. Whether Saitama agrees to your request depends on your own ability."

Broly gave King an idea.

"No problem, leave it to me."

King looked at Saitama, and Saitama directly slapped his chest to guarantee it, but he also made a request: that King teach him gaming techniques as payment for helping out.

"Fine, then I'll teach you Qi Refining Fist."

Seeing the two finish their conversation, Broly also expressed his stance at the right time, and while helping King awaken his Qi Sense, he discovered that this person actually had quite good talent for Qi Refining.

"I've been timid since I was young, but my heart has always been very good. The heartbeat sound I emit can be many times louder than a normal person's—"

If Vivian's Qi Refining talent manifested in her manipulation of Qi, then King's Qi Refining talent manifested in his extraordinary large heart, and the resulting paranormal luck speed.

"So, King is actually a genius at that Qi Current school of martial arts you practice?"

After hearing Broly's evaluation of King, Saitama asked somewhat curiously.

"Yes, the kind that stands out among ordinary people."

Broly nodded. After his examination, King's Qi Refining talent was far more powerful than Vivian's when she cultivated Qi alone, but compared to Vivian when she helped him cultivate Qi, he was still far behind.

"So I'm not an ordinary person, but a Martial Arts Talent?"

King was somewhat excited. Besides his top-tier gaming talent, he hadn't expected to have other talents.

"When you return, circulate the Qi within your body more, combined with physical training of corresponding intensity, and you should be able to get stronger soon."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Broly."

"No need to thank me, just remember to submit the group application later."

Broly waved his hand at him.

"It's not early anymore, so Saitama, I'm heading back."

After saying that, Broly directly left through the balcony.

"Bye-bye, remember to visit me sometime when you're free."

Saitama walked to the balcony to see him off.

"?!"

However, when Saitama returned to the house and saw the character selection screen of the fighting game on the TV screen, he was stunned.

"What, it was just a draw, and the win/loss wasn't even decided before he just ran off?!"

Saitama somewhat doubted that Broly didn't want to lose the game to King, which was why he hurriedly ran away.

"Damn, I almost made him taste the flavor of a 16-game losing streak!"

"Mr. Saitama, what are you talking about?"

After circulating the Qi within his body once more, King opened his eyes and saw Saitama's indignant look, and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm talking about the fighting game. That Broly guy ran off before he could lose to you, really cunning!"

"Uh, Mr. Saitama, is there a possibility that if we kept playing, I might not be his opponent?"

", but didn't you just defeat him with a winning streak?"

"I can beat Mr. Broly because I understand the characters in this fighting game more deeply. However, even under these circumstances, I almost messed up, which proves that Mr. Broly's game manipulation techniques have probably already surpassed mine—"

"In other words, now he can bully me with just two fingers?"

Saitama asked with a blank expression.

"I don't know your current level, how about we play a round?"

Five minutes later, Genos returned from outside and saw in the house that the strongest man on earth, King, was looking at his own teacher, who was hugging his knees and emitting a low-pressure aura all over, with an expression that wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to.

That night, Saitama, who had suffered 32 consecutive losses in the fighting game, left Genos at home to watch the house and went out alone to patrol the streets outside.

"Seriously, aren't disasters caused by monsters frequent? How come I ran all the way here and didn't encounter a single bad guy?!"

Saitama, whose fire qi was somewhat strong and who very much wanted to execute justice, found the city exceptionally peaceful tonight, and standing on the night street, he felt like raising his fist and looking around in confusion.

【Encountered another hero?】

By ill luck, a passing silver-haired youth heard this and looked toward Saitama.

【This bald head looks somewhat familiar, where have I seen him before?】

After seeing Saitama's appearance, Garou was puzzled in his heart.

"Hey, you baldy, are you a hero?"

Garou, who had Bang chasing behind his butt, didn't think much and walked over to ask Saitama directly.

"I'm a hero, who are you, my fan?"

Saitama had never seen Garou's appearance, and Genos wasn't by his side, so at this time he couldn't recognize Garou.

"You're a hero? Then good, fall down for me!"

Garou didn't waste words and directly attacked Saitama.

"Bang~"

His hand knife fiercely smashed onto Saitama's shoulder, actually causing Saitama's feet to sink into the road surface.

"Pa~"

In response, Saitama, who had been attacked by a stranger, slapped him over, Garou's side face was directly hit, his face deformed, and his body spun several times in the air with the force, then smashed into a garbage heap not far away.

"A little thug looking for trouble, consider yourself unlucky, buddy, running into me when I'm in a bad mood tonight. Hah, one slap and my mood is indeed much better~"

Garou lost consciousness in the garbage heap, Saitama returned home in a pleasant mood, and Bang passed by the garbage heap without discovering his Reverse Disciple lying inside.

The old man who returned to the dojo late at night was handed by Charanko, who hadn't gone to sleep yet, the item Broly had brought in the afternoon.

"A needle injection that returns one to youth?"

Bang looked at the instruction manual for the needle injection in his hand and was somewhat speechless.

"Charanko, are you sure this thing was given to you by Broly to hand over to me?"

"Mm."

""

"You say, that kid, was he deceived by someone selling health products?"

Obviously, Bang did not believe there was anything that could restore youth to the elderly with a single injection.

"Achoo~"

Inside the Lakeside Villa, Broly suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong?"

Fubuki, who had suddenly been sprayed by Broly, asked somewhat surprisedly.

"It's nothing, just my nose is a bit itchy; maybe someone is mentioning me."

Broly rubbed his nose, but didn't mind it much.

And he had already told Fubuki about King's matter.

Regarding King's imminent joining of the group, Hell's Blizzard did not object.

The next day, in the Garbage Heap, Garou woke up rubbing his aching side face.

"Last night, was I attacked by something?"

Garou tried hard to recall what happened last night, but his head was somewhat dizzy and confused.

That slap from last night had actually made him somewhat amnesiac.

He only remembered that the person who hit him seemed to have a round, bald head——

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