Fubuki followed behind Jordan Evans, speaking confidently and eloquently.
"But hero teams are different. The diversity of team members attracts fans with different interests. Multiple people working together can defeat even more powerful monsters. Even if members don't participate in hero activities for a period, they can stay active in the public eye through team interaction."
"This means group members easily gain far more attention than individual heroes. The benefits for increasing fan counts and improving hero rankings are unimaginable. Hey, can you slow down a bit?!"
"Time to go home, young lady."
Fubuki frowned, stopping. Jordan's voice came from ahead. "I'm different from you. I work two jobs every day. Very tiring. So I won't be joining your Fubuki Group."
Fubuki really wanted to curse. Other police officers worked overtime until late at night, but this guy skipped work at noon and still had the nerve to claim exhaustion?
Thinking about how her first recruitment attempt had failed, Fubuki couldn't help clenching her fists.
"I won't give up!"
"Whatever. I'm going to sleep."
After turning two corners and confirming Fubuki hadn't followed, Jordan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fubuki alone wasn't difficult to handle. But behind her lurked a green-haired loli who was the ultimate sister complex.
Based on the principle of avoiding trouble, the best outcome would be for Fubuki to back down on her own.
A jogger passed Jordan, panting heavily, then turned back, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel.
"Good evening, Jordan."
"Saitama, night run?"
Saitama stopped and nodded. "Found a part-time job during the day. Then hero work after shift ended. Today's training got delayed."
"Not talking anymore. Going for a run."
Having casually collected a Limiter Fragment, Jordan waved. "Okay, good luck."
Next Morning,
"Section Chief, we received a report from a West District resident. The train station's been attacked by a mysterious being!"
"Got it. On my way."
Jordan hung up his phone, drained the last sip of coffee, left a banknote on the table weighted down by the coffee cup, and launched into the air.
"Mom, look! Superman!"
"Baby, that's our Z-City hero, Super Cop."
"Wait, was that a hero having breakfast here just now?!"
"The cup Super Cop used is mine! Don't steal it!"
"That plate's mine!"
The waiter, pushed back ten meters by the swarm of fans, was nearly in tears. "You people... the tip was for me!"
High-speed wind tore through clouds, leaving a clear trail across the sky. Within moments, Jordan arrived above the train station.
Below, a giant durian covered in sharp thorns and possessing human hands and feet wreaked havoc on the fruit street outside the station.
"Why do humans have the right to wantonly slaughter fruit? Fruit lives matter too!"
"Hahaha! I am the Durian Monster who has awakened a rebellious spirit! As the natural enemy of all fruits, you damned humans, die!"
In the sky, witnessing this scene, Jordan's lips twitched.
While spouting words of rebellion for fruit, its enormous body crushed other fruits in the shop to pulp. Its entire body was covered in the "blood" of its companions, emitting an enticing aroma.
The thought process of this freak is truly incomprehensible.
Perhaps the durian monster's intimidation factor wasn't sufficient. Many people present were durian lovers. The surrounding citizens weren't particularly panicked. Apart from the shop owner who fled, everyone else enthusiastically took photos and videos with their phones.
Some were even discussing whether the mutated durian could produce durian pulp indefinitely. If so, they'd definitely catch one and keep it as a pet at home.
Listen to these people. Are they insane?
Jordan was speechless. He was about to descend and end this farce when he heard a cold female voice.
"Hellfire Storm!"
A whirlwind formed by telekinesis arose from nowhere, sweeping up rubble and steel bars from the monster's destruction. The gradually forming tornado gained power, suddenly rushing forward and engulfing the bewildered durian monster.
SHRIEK! SHRIEK! SHRIEK!
Dense pebbles were accelerated by telekinesis to rifle bullet speeds, becoming the sharpest weapons. They pierced through the monster's thick, woody skin, penetrating deep inside.
A mournful howl emanated from the blue hurricane. After a while, as the azure hellish storm gradually subsided, a rich aroma of durian wafted through the streets, making even neighboring children drool.
Durian Freak.
Dead. Age:
Ten minutes.
Jordan's Stand ability passively seized the monster's dissipating soul, granting him an extra Monster N-card. This expired fodder card no longer held much value. He casually tossed it into his deck, intending to collect a batch before decomposing them for enhancement.
The freak was taken down by Fubuki first. Jordan, who was only going through the motions, naturally didn't plan to show up and steal the spotlight from the young lady.
Having obtained the monster card, he immediately prepared to leave.
Just then, a clear, cold female voice rang in Jordan's ears. "Super Cop Jordan Evans, I won this time!"
At street level, Fubuki appeared before the public, surrounded by a swarm of cameras and microphones. While expertly handling reporters' questions, she used superpowers to send a slightly smug telepathic message to Jordan. "If you don't want to lose opportunities for public appearances in the future, then obediently join the Fubuki Grou—"
Jordan chuckled, shook his head, and without hesitation turned and flew away.
Seeing the figure disappear into a black dot in the sky, Fubuki's smile froze. She took a deep breath to calm down.
I, Fubuki, will not give up so easily!
Just you wait!
Several days passed in succession.
Z-City seemed to have become the safest city. As soon as monsters appeared, they were crushed into dust by a certain non-resident esper hero who came upon hearing the disturbance.
Even Saitama, upon meeting Jordan, couldn't help remarking that recent public security seemed much better than before.
Jordan had never been a low-level C-rank hero when he debuted. He'd never been troubled by things like attendance quotas.
Fubuki's purpose was nothing more than demonstrating her combat prowess while competing for achievements and media exposure.
Unfortunately, she chose the wrong opponent. Jordan was happy to slack off, collecting monster souls and fleeing each time without even giving Fubuki a chance to speak.
As the saying goes: getting something for free feels great. Getting something for free continuously feels even better.
After half a month, even Fubuki herself was confused.
This guy always arrived at the scene but never took action. Just floating in the sky like a supervisor hired by capitalists, giving her the illusion that she was working for Jordan Evans.