Pffft—
Yinsen, who had just caught his breath, almost choked to death on his drink, his eyes going wide.
Pepper Potts froze on the spot, thinking she'd misheard. A direct commission as a colonel? That was almost unheard of in the U.S. military. Why were these people putting so much faith in this bald young man?
"Join the military? Be a spokesperson?"
Saitama gave the two of them a strange look. Technically, he was supposed to be excited.
Back in the One Punch Man world, Saitama had once longed for fame, frustrated by doing good deeds yet remaining unknown. But now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he felt nothing.
After all… this was just a parallel world. Fame or money—it wasn't like he could take any of it back with him. What was the point?
He yawned, bored. "Stark, I'm going to check out that burger place. These burgers are really good. Just tell me how to get there."
Rhodes: "…"
Stark: "…"
Bro… are you serious? Ten percent of Stark Industries and a U.S. military colonel's rank—or higher—and you're choosing burgers over that?
"Hah? J.A.R.V.I.S., give Saitama the directions. Oh, and take this—tactical watch. I was going to use it myself, but it'll suit you just fine. The burger place closes at six, so you'd better hurry."
Realizing what was happening, Stark laughed and handed Saitama a black watch with high-tech features—projecting a map, providing communication, and GPS tracking.
Saitama still had a Burger King side quest to complete. It was the perfect excuse for a stroll. Without arguing, he followed the route projected by the watch toward the burger joint.
"Distance to target: 1 meter."
The mission prompt popped up in his vision. Sure enough, the system's "Burger King" quest was for the same place Stark had bought from earlier.
"Welcome to BIG Burger, dear customer! We're holding our Burger King Challenge right now. Eat the most burgers and you'll earn the Burger King title and free burgers for life!"
The server greeted him warmly.
The place was packed, especially with big, burly patrons.
"Wow! That guy, Phil, already ate eight Mega Burgers! He's a monster!"
"Is his stomach a black hole? Feels like he could eat a whole train!"
"Come on! Beat Phil!"
The crowd cheered for the contestants in the middle of the competition.
The top record holder was indeed Phil—eight Mega Burgers.
Each Mega Burger was about the size of a large serving platter—enough to feed two or three people. Most contestants couldn't even finish two before tapping out.
Right now, a huge man named Henry was stuffing his face, having downed five. But he gave up halfway through his sixth, collapsing on the floor, completely unable to move.
"That looks awesome!"
Saitama's eyes lit up. Back in his own world, his favorite competitions were eating contests and playing retro games on his console.
"Boss! Give me ten Mega Burgers to start!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it drew the attention of half the customers. Countless eyes turned toward Saitama.
"Ten? Did I hear that right?"
"Pfft, look at that scrawny build. Forget ten, I bet he'll be lucky to finish one."
"If he finishes ten, I'll call him Dad. If I don't, I'm the son."
Ten Mega Burgers, stacked, were taller than a person. For the contestants, this was suicide. And Saitama didn't exactly look like a big eater.
"Here's your ten Mega Burgers, sir. But don't overdo it—wouldn't want you to get sick, hahaha!" the burger shop owner said.
"All right, I'm digging in!"
Eyes shining, mouth watering, Saitama was in high spirits.
Suddenly—
A smooth, magnetic female voice spoke beside him.
"Ten Mega Burgers? How about we make a bet?"
Her breath was light and warm. A blonde woman with shoulder-length wavy hair, tight black leather jacket and pants, and a deep V-neck revealing a generous amount of pale skin sat down next to him.
Her fiery figure immediately drew whistles from the burger crowd.
Saitama turned to look at the unfamiliar but undeniably attractive woman. "A bet? On what?"
"If you win, you can take me home and do whatever you want. If you lose, we take you with us."
Her lips curved in a playful, confident smile, her body leaning in so close it could almost be called a foul.
"Of course, you won't be competing against me," she added.
Her red-painted fingernails pointed to the man beside her—a cold-faced, sharp-eyed figure with the gaze of a hawk and a longbow strapped to his back.
(End of Chapter)
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