Chapter 195: Eight Gates Forbidden Technique Version: Unlicensed Rider

Soon, Rojie led Mosquito Girl out of the Evolution House.

Rojie had long planned to take Dr. Genos as his subordinate.

After all, someone like Dr. Genos was exceedingly rare.

Across the entire world, scientists capable of creating Dragon-class monsters were extremely scarce.

Only the founder of the Monster Association, the busty glasses-wearer Sykes, could surpass Dr. Genos in research ability.

How could Rojie possibly let such a capable subordinate slip away?

Although Dr. Genos now had a living father above him, he had not come away empty-handed.

Rojie generously gave him the plant cultivation techniques from the world of Plants vs. Zombies and the biotechnology of Snake Aunt from the Naruto world.

With Dr. Genos’s intelligence, given time, he would surely create terrifying monsters far stronger than Dragon-class, just like Sykes.

As for possible technological failures due to differences between world rules, Rojie didn’t care.

He was certain Dr. Genos would find a way to solve it.

At that moment, Rojie turned to look at Mosquito Girl, who obediently followed behind him, and smiled slightly. “Let’s go buy Itachi a few maid outfits first.”

Mosquito Girl lowered her head and quickly agreed.

She was well-behaved, completely lacking the arrogance she showed when she beat up Genos.

After all, if Rojie hadn’t held back back then, she would have been slapped into pulp.

In front of this mighty god, how could Mosquito Girl dare to act up again?

So the two headed toward the commercial district.

Not far along, just before entering the mall, Rojie’s gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure.

A young man wearing a green helmet and windscreen goggles was riding a bicycle forward.

This man was none other than the number-one C-class hero, the Unlicensed Rider!

Though he had no superpowers and seemed weak compared to other heroes, he still walked the path of a hero through sheer courage.

Seeing the Unlicensed Rider, Rojie’s mind stirred—he suddenly thought of something.

He turned to Mosquito Girl and ordered, “Go buy me a notebook.”

Mosquito Girl looked bewildered, her head full of questions.

What kind of notebook?

Is it appropriate?

But she dared not ask further, only nodded obediently and turned toward a nearby stationery shop.

Not long after, the Unlicensed Rider rode his bicycle to a nearby park.

He stopped, propped one foot on the ground, stepped off the bike, and turned to ask, “Why are Itachi following me?”

As he spoke, his gaze landed on Rojie and Mosquito Girl.

Mosquito Girl’s inhuman features immediately triggered his alertness—he instantly wondered, “Are Itachi monsters?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Unlicensed Rider assumed a combat stance, body taut, eyes resolute, ready for battle at any moment.

Seeing this, Rojie quickly waved his hands and laughed. “I’m a hero.”

He gestured toward Mosquito Girl. “As for her, she’s a monster I defeated today.”

“If Itachi don’t believe me, check the news—your online search should turn up my photo.”

The Unlicensed Rider’s eyes flickered with hesitation as he regarded Rojie skeptically.

But his tense posture relaxed slightly, and he pressed, “Then why are Itachi following me?”

Rojie smiled. “Young man, I see Itachi’re gifted, with extraordinary bones—Itachi’re a martial arts prodigy, rare even once in a hundred years.”

As he spoke, he pulled a notebook from his chest.

“I have here a martial arts scripture. The fate of the world now rests on Itachi.”

With that, Rojie tossed the notebook toward the Unlicensed Rider.

Then he patted the Unlicensed Rider’s shoulder and turned away with Mosquito Girl, walking briskly, as if he had just done something utterly ordinary.

Unless Itachi consider that, as he patted his shoulder, he transferred chakra to the Unlicensed Rider.

The Unlicensed Rider instinctively reached out and caught the notebook, staring blankly at Rojie’s retreating back.

Then he looked down at the notebook in his hands.

It was an utterly ordinary notebook, common anywhere on the market, with no special features.

He flipped through it with suspicion, and on the first page, four large characters met his eyes.

Eight Gates Forbidden Technique!

…

Several days later.

Knock knock knock.

A knock broke the silence.

Mosquito Girl, dressed in a maid outfit, walked to the door and opened it.

Outside stood Saitama and Genos side by side.

Genos caught sight of Mosquito Girl.

In an instant, memories of his past defeat surged forth; his body involuntarily entered a stress state, instantly assuming a combat posture, eyes filled with vigilance and hostility.

Mosquito Girl merely glanced at him coolly, a hint of disdain curling her lips.

Just another defeated opponent—not worth mentioning.

She glanced at Saitama.

A friend of a defeated opponent—how strong could he be?

Besides, this bald man looked utterly devoid of any aura of strength.

Just as Mosquito Girl was about to mock them, Rojie stepped out from inside the room.

Seeing Rojie, Mosquito Girl immediately dropped her arrogant demeanor and stepped aside obediently.

Rojie welcomed the two in; once everyone was seated in the living room, he learned the reason for their visit.

It turned out Genos had successfully become Saitama’s disciple, and he had come specifically to thank Rojie for pointing him toward this path.

Rojie sized up Saitama, noticing his listless expression, and asked, “Why do Itachi look so defeated?”

“Itachi didn’t lose a fight, did Itachi?”

At these words, Saitama instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing into a limp fish.

His demeanor clashed utterly with the rest.

At that moment, Genos quickly explained.

They had just attended the Hero Association’s hero evaluation.

Genos, through outstanding performance, was promoted to S-class hero.

But Saitama, due to abysmal written test scores, was rated only C-class.

Saitama couldn’t help complaining: “Why am I C-class while Genos is S-class?”

“Do Itachi have to take written tests to become a hero?”

Rojie comforted him: “It’s fine. True heroes don’t care about rankings.”

Genos, however, looked curious and asked Rojie, “Senior Rojie, what class are Itachi?”

Rojie smiled confidently, putting on an air of superiority: “I have no class. Ordinary rankings cannot measure my strength.”

“It’s not the rank that gives heroes power—it’s the hero’s power that gives the rank its worth.”

Genos nodded, acknowledging he had learned something.

After some conversation, everyone dined together.

Genos seized the opportunity to ask Rojie for training advice.

Saitama’s training method was far too weak—it looked like child’s play.

He simply could not believe such a method could produce strength like Saitama’s.

So Genos wanted to hear Rojie’s suggestion.

Rojie pondered for a moment and had an idea.

Genos was a half-robot, and Rojie himself possessed relevant abilities.

(End of Chapter)