"Bruce, this your barbecue shop? Huh? Isn't that… that pervy glasses guy? Can I try some of that takoyaki?"
A shining bald head appeared before Dr. Genus.
Drooling, eyes glowing.
Who else but Saitama?
Ever since the House of Evolution was destroyed, Genus hadn't slept well for months.
Every bald head on the street made his spine tingle.
He had only recently recovered—
And now, here he was again.
Genus froze, face pale and stiff.
Metal Gorilla and Beast King, who were serving customers, also went rigid with fear.
With Bruce Banner's biotech support, Genus had revived them using cells and residual consciousness.
But even in their rebirth, the genetic memory of Saitama's overwhelming terror remained etched into their very DNA.
The instinctive fear of a predator.
They trembled like children, nearly curling up into balls.
Bruce calmly patted Genus's shoulder.
"Relax, Genus. Saitama's my best friend. You're not the old House of Evolution anymore. As long as you don't do bad things, you're fine. Your takoyaki isn't bad. Oh, get some for Fubuki and Saturday too."
Saitama sat down casually, introducing Fubuki and Saturday Sale.
Two stunning women.
And with Saitama's rising fame, the three of them immediately drew a crowd.
Fans shouted and snapped photos.
"Saitama! Invincible hero Saitama!!"
"Fubuki-sama! So beautiful, I'm falling in love as a girl myself!!"
"Saturday Sale, the record-breaking heroine! Please marry me, Miss Saturday!!"
The commotion turned Fubuki's cheeks bright red, though Saturday Sale remained calm.
One lazy glance from Saitama, and the noisy crowd fell silent, reduced to whispering.
That was influence.
Once, as a C-Class hero, he'd been ignored.
Now, as an S-Class, even a stray remark could become a proverb passed among citizens.
Strength dictated rules.
The weak followed.
The takoyaki came out.
Delicious—Fubuki and Saturday enjoyed it.
Saitama, however, stacked plates high as himself.
Genus: "…"
Bro, you're eating me into bankruptcy.
Bruce gave a helpless look.
"See? It's not my cooking, he just eats like that."
After eating, Bruce leaned closer with a secretive smile.
"Saitama, I've found something new. Want to see?"
"Oh? Did you finally control your anger? Or—"
"No, no. Fubuki, Saturday, you want to come too? Genus, trust me."
Genus hesitated. Finally, he sighed, "Fine. Saitama, let me show you my research. I promise, even as Rank 2… well, I admit, you're stronger than me!"
Defeated, he shut the stall and led them into his underground base.
The dark tunnels stretched on, until faint light appeared.
The air carried a strange fragrance.
"Well well, Dr. Genus, Dr. Banner, done so early today?"
A sultry voice echoed.
From the shadows emerged Mosquito Girl.
But this was not the same.
Her figure was even more graceful, her body shimmering with silver threads.
Her face, fox-like and enchanting, radiated wild allure.
Yet, the moment her eyes landed on Saitama—her body froze, pupils shrinking with primal fear.
It lasted barely a second before she forced herself calm, far stronger than Gorilla or Beast King.
"S-Class Rank 2, Saitama!"
She glared at him, cold sweat glistening.
Since her revival, she had followed every bit of his news.
Behind her, the corridor opened into a vast research hall.
Bright lights revealed another massive figure—
Chomping nervously, sweating bullets.
The Asura Rhinoceros Beetle.
But different.
His body now gleamed green, like polished armor.
Saitama scratched his head.
"Huh? Aren't these the same guys? Still just one-punch material…"
Creak.
A tall woman in a lab coat walked out, smiling.
"Allow me to reintroduce them…
This is Mosquito Girl Christina.
This is Asura Rhinoceros Beetle Quinn.
Both… have reached Dragon Level!!"
(End of Chapter)
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