Witch Special

Saitama couldn't really answer Lin Zhenxi's question, because he himself was quite puzzled. Everyone was engaged in heroic activities, and he had been involved in just as many actions as the heroes on TV. But why did those heroes on TV become big stars, with tons of fans, endless endorsements, and reputation gains that allowed them to make a lot of money, while he could only rely on catching wanted criminals to earn a small amount of bounty to make a living.

Fortunately, Saitama is supporting himself in his heroic career entirely out of interest. If he had any utilitarianism or competitive spirit, his mentality would have exploded long ago.

After temporarily leaving this question as an unsolved mystery, Hayashi Maki said that she, too, was planning to settle down on this street. As a gift for her new neighbor, and also to thank Saitama for saving her life, Hayashi Maki expressed her desire to treat Saitama to a meal, anywhere he chose.

But Saitama hadn't eaten out in a long time, and his financial and living conditions didn't allow for it, so he couldn't offer any good suggestions. But Lin Zhenxi's reasoning was sound, and it would be impolite to refuse a visit from a new neighbor.

Based on the handshake, Lin Zhenxi judged that Saitama was not good at dealing with these social etiquettes, so as long as she played it straight, it was unlikely that he would refuse. Sure enough, after some hesitation, Saitama agreed to her proposal to have a meal together, but the meal was held at Saitama's home, a hot pot restaurant.

This should be the only thing that Saitama's family can use to entertain others.

As for the idea that girls shouldn't just enter strangers' homes... well, neither party involved felt anything was wrong. And from the very beginning, Saitama's gaze towards Hayashi Maki was as calm as a large, full-bodied vat, without a single ripple, and clear enough to see through at a glance. He saw Hayashi Maki as a "person," but that was all, without attaching any labels to her. Just looking at Saitama's eyes, it's hard to imagine him doing anything irrational.

Lin Zhenxi herself wasn't afraid at all. In this world devoid of mystery, while she wasn't invincible, and even had some enemies she couldn't find any flaws against, if she tried to escape, no one could catch her. She couldn't lose no matter what, so of course she just let it go.

After all, the two people lived apart from each other by a building that couldn't even be called a street, so in the blink of an eye, Lin Maki was standing at Saitama's door.

Before entering the house, Saitama mentioned, "The house is a bit messy, how about I clean it up first?", but Lin Maki shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary.

She had been monitoring Saitama for several days, and she might know what was going on in Saitama's house better than Saitama himself.

Although she had already expected what kind of scene would happen, when Saitama really opened the door and let Lin Maki see the situation inside the room, Lin Maki still couldn't help but hold her breath.

Empty drink bottles were scattered all over the floor, an overturned bag of potato chips was surrounded by potato chip crumbs, and dirty clothes were thrown carelessly on the floor and pushed against the wall. In the corner was a quilt, and judging by its color, it looked like it had been used for a long time...

Even though a man living alone is bound to be a little sloppy, Saitama's room is too sloppy.

Saitama must have known that his room was a mess. After all, no one ever came here, so he just made it as comfortable as he wanted. Now that a guest had suddenly arrived, he had no time to clean up, and his home was exposed to its most miserable and true side.

No one, not even Saitama, could handle this awkward situation. Since he had no hair, he could only rub his bald head, apologize once more, and suggest, "It's been a while since I cleaned it up, so it's a bit messy. How about... you wait here for a while while I clean it up?"

Lin Zhenxi didn't want to enter such a room at all. Even if she was wearing shoes, she was afraid that her calves would rub against something dirty, so she stood at the door and drew her wand.

"No need to go through so much trouble, just leave it to me. Tidy it up!" As she said that, she shook her wand in a very cool way.

All the small objects in the room shook, then floated up, all flying to where Lin Zhenxi thought they should go. In just a few seconds, the originally messy room became as tidy as if it had just been cleaned.

"Wow!" Saitama stood aside and clapped wildly, and it looked like he was about to pick up a flash stick to cheer for Hayashi Maki.

It wasn't enough to just put the small items away, Lin Zhenxi then went on to "clean up" the room, packing up all the dust and stains in the room and putting them in the trash can. Now, the room was as clean as if a cleaner had cleaned it thoroughly inside and out.

After showing off his skills a little, Lin Zhenxi said "Sorry to bother you." Then he took off his shoes, took out a pair of slippers from the space cube, put them on, and walked into the house.

There was no way she could find anything. She only found Saitama's own big flip-flops in the whole house, and it didn't look like this family had spare slippers prepared for guests.

Saitama brought the hot pot cooker and pot from the kitchen and placed them on the low square table in front of the TV. Then he opened the refrigerator and began to take out the vegetables he would use later. Looking at the height of the table, Hayashi Maki knew there was no stool to sit on. She didn't want to sit on the floor, as she wasn't used to that, so she found a cushion and, after settling down, curiously surveyed the house where this tycoon lived.

It was more shabby than she had imagined. It seemed that Saitama's poverty was not a disguise, but he really didn't have much money.

But why is this happening? It doesn't make sense. How could someone like Saitama be short of money?

The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from the kitchen, but from the sheer volume of the noise, one might have mistaken it for someone drilling holes in the wall with an electric pick. The frequency of the blade hitting the chopping board was simply not something a normal person could produce.

Not long after, Saitama came out with two large plates of cut vegetables and meat slices, then sat down opposite Lin Zhenxi with his legs crossed.

"I haven't prepared anything. This is all I have at home."

"It's already very good." Lin Zhenxi took out her chopsticks from the space cube again. She should still use her own tableware. Magic can only clean, not sterilize.

Both of them had questions for the other. Saitama was intrigued by Hayashi Maki's power, while Hayashi Maki wanted to know just how strong Saitama could be in this world. While Saitama had already proven himself to have a strong thigh, it would certainly be even better if this thigh could be even thicker, perhaps even thicker than all the others. With so many topics to discuss, the two of them almost started chatting around the hot pot.

Hayashi Maki is nicknamed "Fairy Tale Witch" at the company because many of her abilities are reminiscent of fairytale witches or sorcerers. While her spells aren't particularly powerful, at least not in terms of attack, they are incredibly versatile, covering nearly every aspect of life and combat. This is something Saitama greatly envied, as his own strength is limited to his own body. Beyond combat, this immense strength barely provides any convenience in his daily life, and even causes him immense distress due to his overpowered body.

For example, baldness.

But in Lin Zhenxi's opinion, this bald guy is simply super Versailles and annoying.

What does it mean to "always defeat my opponent with one strike, never feeling the thrill of battle, and feel extremely frustrated?" You're really just looking for someone to fight. It seems to me you need someone to wax your bald head.

What does "cultivation" mean? Oh, I have a secret: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, a 10km run, and never turning on the air conditioner at home, regardless of whether it's freezing cold or scorching hot. If it's that simple and can give me such powerful strength, then why can't I do it?

What do you mean by "I'm just a hero for fun?"? You casually reached the pinnacle of this profession, and now you say you're just here for fun? The thousands of registered heroes in the Hero Association are fighting monsters with their heads on the line.

"Registered hero? What is that? Do I need to register to be a hero?" You are such a person who is interested in being a hero, but you don't even register as a hero. That's why you have been enforcing the law without a license until now.

Although it was just a brief conversation at the dinner table, and Saitama was not a very talkative person, by indirectly asking about some of Saitama's combat experiences, Hayashi Maki still understood Saitama's level of power in this world.

No matter what kind of enemy, he can be defeated with one punch. This statement requires a lot of confidence. This shows that since his debut, Saitama has completely suppressed all the enemies he encountered. It's like a max-level character entering the novice village and running outside the village to kill chickens, one punch at a time, simple and rough.

Moreover, Saitama’s enemies are not chickens, but real monsters, moving disasters who can massacre cities and destroy countries.

Such a strong man, even if he is not the best in the world, must at least be one of the strongest in the world.

This thigh is thick enough!

Lin Zhenxi also raised her own doubts, Uncle Saitama, you are so strong, why do you still live in such a shabby house?

"Not an uncle." Saitama emphasized expressionlessly before answering this question.

Lin Zhenxi chuckled and didn't take Saitama's protest seriously at all.

Because of his hairstyle and the style of painting, Hayashi Maki couldn't really tell how old Saitama was. Out of politeness, she couldn't ask directly, so she could only guess based on his behavior and Saitama's own words. The conclusion was that no matter how you looked at him, he looked like a sloppy uncle who had no real job and was unemployed at home.

Anyway, this girl is 17 years old and her appearance has not changed since she signed the contract with the company. If she doesn't say it, no one will know that she has actually been working there for ten years. No matter how young Saitama is, he must be in his twenties, so what's wrong with calling him uncle?