"You call me a weirdo. I don't know when he first appeared in this world."
"Does your world have no history?"
"Yes, yes, but I was not interested in history when I was studying. When I went to work, I became a social worker again, and I lost my job due to the economic downturn.
Later, when he wanted to become a hero, he focused on exercising and only wanted to defeat the weirdos he met, but he had no desire to explore the appearance of weirdos. "
In the dilapidated apartment building, at this time of night, only one room was lit. A young man named Saitama took out a piece of crab leg meat from the hot pot and couldn't wait to suck it into his mouth. While eating, he was still talking about something. talk.
"You're really smart. By the way, are your crab legs serious? Could they have been peeled off from some weird crab body, right?"
"Ha, how is it possible? No matter what, I will not eat the flesh and blood of a being with intelligence similar to that of humans?!"
"But you seem to be sweating on your forehead."
"Ah, I've been burned. Huh, huh, look, there's still hot breath coming out of my mouth!"
Saitama, who was covered in sweat, pretended to be blowing air.
He didn't want his friend in front of him to misunderstand him as a weirdo who was so poor that he could only eat weirdos.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you eat weirdos. Those guys you eliminate are all bad guys anyway, right? Feeding off bad guys is something I will do."
The young man opposite didn't care about this anymore. He took out a piece of crab leg meat from the hot pot, put it to his mouth and sucked it in before spitting it out at a very fast speed.
The crab leg meat was spit into the bowl, and the steam was rising.
"It's really hot."
The man slapped his mouth, as if he had been burned.
"I'll just say it!"
Saitama smiled.
"By the way, I asked you last time if you wanted to become a more professional hero. How are you thinking about it?"
The young man took small bites of the spit out crab leg meat and asked another question.
"I am a hero driven by interest. I don't really want to live a life of clocking in and going to work, so please forgive me for refusing. I'm sorry."
Saitama clasped his hands together and apologized.
"You don't need to apologize. You don't want to live a tiring life. This is normal.
And even if you don't join us, you are still a well-deserved hero of this world and a partner of justice. "
As the young man opposite said, he grabbed a large bucket of Coke with one hand and poured him a cup.
"Oh, justice partners, these words make me blush..."
Saitama took the cup to pick up the coke, saying he was sorry, but his face looked very helpful.
The two of them chatted while eating hot pot. After they were full, Saitama warmly invited the young man to stay.
Facing Saitama's invitation, the young man was disrespectful and chose to stay.
Renting an apartment in a small apartment, Saitama, who can live in such a place, naturally cannot have a second bed.
After laying the floor, he said, "You sleep on the floor and I sleep on the tatami."
"This is not good."
The young man looked at him in surprise.
"There's nothing wrong with that. After all, no one lets guests sleep on the floor."
Saitama waved his hand and said.
"No, I mean, I don't actually need to sleep. I can just sit next to you all night."
The young man pointed to a location aside and said.
"How can a person not sleep? Are you worried that I might catch a cold without covering my head? Let me tell you, since I slapped my head... well, after I shaved my head, my body has been in great shape and I have never been sick again. , you can just cover yourself up and sleep without worrying about my condition."
Saitama hugged the pillow and patted his chest. After saying this, he lay down on the tatami on the side. His head touched the pillow for three or four seconds, and the sound of snoring came from his nose.
The speed at which you wake up and fall asleep is called extreme speed.
"You are really a weirdo."
The young man mumbled and got into the bed next to him. His name was 1524. He was not a normal life form, but a split individual existence.
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Back in time, when Wu Ke just returned to the justice space from the Lelouch world, after discovering that the rapidly developing justice space was still facing a shortage of justice enforcers, Wu Ke had a bold idea. He wanted to pass large-scale Split itself to solve the problem of insufficient manpower in Justice Space.
Of course, there was also a situation where he was thinking about how to make himself stronger faster. After thinking about it for some time in Lelouch's comfortable world, Wu Ke decided to learn from the cells of the new human body and transform himself from a The whole is divided into ten thousand individuals.
Scatter out tens of thousands of individuals. Some individuals go to the stars in the world of Thomas to hang up and practice, while others go to different worlds to perform justice missions.
At the same time, increase the scope of events that can be exposed to speed up your own growth.
The only disadvantage is that when individuals are divided, each divided individual has only one ten thousandth of the strength of the original whole.
However, this is enough to deal with justice missions with a difficulty of no more than four stars. Although Xiao Zhengyi is a little worried that his split individuals may be solved after traveling through the world, he still cannot withstand the instant expansion of the justice space by tens of thousands. The temptation of several high-level combat power, and the insistence of Wu Ke, the host himself, agreed to his approach.
Among the two paths given by Aqisha, the unique and the complete, Wu Ke chose to have them all, and it was under this circumstance that the individual with the split number 1524 traveled to this world threatened by weirdos.
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"If I were to write an autobiography in the future, this experience of splitting individuals could probably be titled "Split into ten thousand of me, each performing his or her own duties, either absorbing sunlight on a star and hanging up to practice, or traveling through different worlds. "Execution of Justice"..."
As one of the split individuals, Wu Ke complained and was thinking about how to solve the world's problems.
After traveling for more than half a month, the water in this world where gods may exist is much deeper than imagined.
Not to mention the weird monsters you can meet everywhere, even Saitama, a hero who claims to be a hobby, who he met on the first day when he traveled to this world, and who is now sleeping like a dead pig next to him, this guy It can give him a strong feeling of threat.
Fortunately, Saitama is a decent person, and it is not the reason why he traveled across time to carry out justice.
On the contrary, the mountain god who claims to represent the destroyed mountains and rivers to punish mankind, a wild mountain boar that can speak human words and is as big as a small mountain, was called to this world because he was knocked out with a punch. Lost.
Later, the huge wound on the pork made Saitama realize that this might be his target, and the other party came over to apologize to him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your prey, this... can still be eaten..."
At that time, Saitama was holding a pile of minced meat that had been broken by himself, trying to piece the minced meat together, with cold sweat on his forehead, which was somewhat subtle.
Later, after Wu Ke said that it was okay to snatch the pig head, and that all the minced meat could be left to him for disposal, Saitama gave him the evaluation of a super good person: "You guy, I have robbed your prey." He didn’t even say he was angry, but he still gave me the spoils of war, what a good man he is!”
To be honest, it was Wu Ke who always gave out good guy cards to others, but it was rare for others to give him good guy cards, so he remembered this guy named Saitama.
After that, he began to wander in this world full of weirdos and monsters, and while killing some weirdos and monsters one after another, he also met Saitama many times by fate. After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other.
And a week ago, a giant with an exaggerated body shape and a bad brain suddenly appeared in J City. The two met again and worked together to cut the giant into pieces and smash it into a pile of flesh and blood. rain
After that, Wu Ke invited Saitama to eat ramen, and by the way, he also sent an invitation to join the Justice Space.
At that time, Saitama said that he would think about it. When they happened to meet again in the supermarket this evening, Saitama also invited Wu Ke to come to his home for dinner.
Of course, Wu Ke had reason to suspect that Saitama was interested in the beef slices in his hand, but he wanted to get an answer, so he came over for dinner.
The result was not satisfactory, but facing Saitama who became a hero due to interest, Wu Ke could not say anything more.
"Ha~"
The young man lying down yawned. After the split, each body still had one ten thousandth of the strength of the whole body, but the new body that had been subjected to evil thoughts seemed to be more inclined to a normal life, such as eating crabs. My legs would actually be burned and my mouth would be burned, and it would be like if I hadn't slept for two or three days and felt sleepy as soon as I lay down and thought about resting.
How should I put it? Now Wu Ke feels like he is practicing the trumpet again. Although he is a clone, because his memory is intact, it is different from those independent clones that were separated and have no intention of taking them back. Of course, they are different from evil thoughts. The difference between the clones is even greater.
"Forget it, go to bed first and talk to Saitama about the world tomorrow."
Wu Ke closed his eyes. Whether it was his new body or his consciousness that was split into ten thousand parts, they all entered a dormant state at this time.
The new body and the split consciousness are integrating more deeply, and at the same time, the fragments of the godhead in the body are also repairing the missing parts.
There is no doubt that even if 10,000 clones do nothing but self-repair, they will become more powerful after re-merging into a whole next time, at least in terms of godhead.
That night, Wu Ke in this world had a long dream, in which he was doing various things.
Some are beating strange monsters, some are struggling to save others in danger, and some are studying the power of strange systems in other worlds...
Obviously, this is what the clones in other worlds are doing or have done, but it resonates and connects with him here in the form of dreams through the godhead that has not completely severed the connection.
And this dream of resonance and connection is very long and fragmented. It is almost impossible to see a complete thing, and it will move to the next thing.
"Dingle bell, bang!"
The next day, Wu Ke, who was lost in his dream, was awakened by the sound of an explosion.
"Do you have to use an alarm clock every day when you get up?"
Looking at the alarm clock smashed by his fist, Wu Ke couldn't help but ask.
"Uh, no, I just had a dream."
Saitama smashed the alarm clock with one fist and felt sorry for his own alarm clock. Although the alarm clock was not expensive, he was not rich either, but the fist in his sleep directly made this embarrassing family worse.
"You were dreaming too, what were you dreaming about?"
Wu Ke couldn't help but ask as he got up and folded the quilt. The power of telekinesis was not very easy to use because his consciousness was split. After traveling through this world for half a month, Wu Ke had regained his ability to move. He didn't need to drift around and did things himself. of ordinary people’s life.
"I dreamed that the underground people invaded the above world. They killed 90% of the human beings in the above world, and I, as the last guardian of the above world, fought fiercely with them."
Saitama clenched his fists. The surging feeling in his body that lasted from the dream to the reality after he woke up was a feeling that he could hardly feel after he became bald and became stronger and could knock down any enemy with one fist. It felt so real, so real that his poor alarm clock was smashed into pieces with his own fist.
"Saitama, do you know that people can have prophetic dreams, and the more powerful a person has a real dream, the more likely it is that it is a prophetic dream."
Wu Ke's face turned serious, and what he said was not false.
"You mean, those underground people I dreamed about might come to invade the surface world?"
Saitama suddenly felt excited.
"If so, that would be great!"
"Um?"
"Uh, I mean, I will definitely protect the surface world!"
Seeing Wu Ke looking over, Saitama realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed his words.
Compared to killing weirdos and monsters, this friend of mine would give priority to protecting the lives of innocent people.
Whether it was the big wild boar or the giant giant that suddenly appeared in J City, the opponent's choice was to clear the area first to prevent the aftermath of the battle from affecting innocent people.
Of course, there is nothing that can be done about it. Now that it has split into ten thousand individuals, it is somewhat difficult for Wu Ke to use the black mud of evil thoughts to materialize souls and resurrect people.
Compared with him in the overall period, Wu Ke now needs to pay more attention to these details and cannot ignore the casualties that may be caused in the process of executing justice.
"That's pretty much it."
Just as the two were discussing in a serious manner how to protect the surface world from the powerful underground people in his dream, a sound similar to that of an earth drill rang outside.
Then, there was a declaration-like shouting: "I am the Underground King, and I now declare that the surface world is occupied by us underground people!"
Before Wu Ke could take action, Saitama, who was brushing his teeth, jumped off the balcony with a mouth full of foam: "Am I going to be your underground man's opponent?!"
In less than two seconds, when Wu Ke looked over, the underground king had been trampled to death by Qi Yu. When the remaining underground people saw that their king was dead, they immediately raised the white flag and surrendered, and quickly came out of the The small hole was drilled back.
"Is this the Underground King?"
Looking at the body no bigger than a dog, Wu Ke, who also jumped from the balcony on the fifth floor, asked directly.
"Yes, but something is wrong. The Underground King was super strong in my dream, and I was beaten by it and fell into an absolutely bitter battle!?"
Saitama's face was full of doubts, as if he couldn't believe that the opponent who put him in a hard fight in his dream would be someone who could be trampled to death with a casual kick by him who jumped down.
"Well, precognitive dreams sometimes go wrong."
