Good Person Card, the First Hero

The card spun and flew into Saitama's hand.

At that moment, the flow of time around us seemed to slow down considerably.

He even felt the air become thick and oily.

The crab-like monster opposite them, which had been eyeing them menacingly, was now completely still, as if it had turned into a red-hot seafood sculpture.

Saitama subconsciously looked at the card in his hand, only to see that it read—

[A special VIP Good Person Card created by Wang Yan, President of the Hero Association. Holders of this card can enjoy a 50% discount at any store worldwide.]

Saitama's heart began to pound wildly.

He knows about this!

The one-of-a-kind "Good Person Card" in the world is the ultimate dream for every office worker!

No one knows where it came from, but everyone knows it exists.

Private shops and supermarkets around the world are willing to offer discounts to their owners.

Some scientists believe that its existence is based on a principle similar to the transformations of many freaks.

Now, this Good Person Card...

Is it his?

Saitama swallowed hard.

For someone who was short of money, this was a good thing that he couldn't refuse.

As for whether this card is real or fake?

He never had any doubts whatsoever.

The moment he received the Good Person Card, he knew it was the real deal!

It was as if a million voices were telling Saitama —this is the one and only "Good Person Card".

Seeing Saitama's performance, Wang Yan's lips curled up slightly.

Everyone has their own needs.

For Saitama, whether before he went bald or after he became invincible, store discount cards were his deepest obsession.

This makes his effort to tamper with the timeline of this plane worthwhile.

That's right...

The concept and existence of the Good Person Card were forcibly implanted by him through his distortion of time and world lines.

"You're very good."

Wang Yan scrutinized Saitama from head to toe for a while, and once again gave his approval.

As he spoke, he turned to the side, his gaze falling on the crab monster.

The crab monster suddenly regained its mobility.

It brandished its enormous red claws, its dead fish eyes gradually becoming bloodshot. "Damn it!"

"Whoever it is! Anyone who stops me from killing that child must die!"

It is a mutated monster caused by overeating crabs. It began its "revenge journey" after a child with a chin that looked like a butt drew two small dots on its chest with an oil-based pen.

Saitama?

He was just a kind-hearted person passing by.

Wang Yan's Spiritual Power enveloped the strange-looking child with the chin protected by Saitama, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

Ugly and disgusting.

He touched his forehead, sighed, and then raised his left hand and snapped his the Snap.

Bang!

The crab-like monster, which had been baring its fangs and claws, suddenly exploded, turning into countless pieces of flesh.

These bits of flesh didn't last long; in the blink of an eye, they turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, the children with disfigured faces were also moved to an area ten kilometers away.

"So... so strong!"

Saitama took a deep breath.

He couldn't understand how Wang Yan had made that little brat disappear.

But Saitama saw it very clearly.

Wang Yan snapped his the Snap, "Crab Monster..."

That's all.

"Thank you for saving my life. May I ask..."

Saitama bowed to Wang Yan, appearing very polite. "Is there anything else?"

Currently working as an office worker, even when unemployed, he has never experienced the laxity of a freelancer.

A person's character is partly innate, but partly shaped by their identity and experiences.

At this moment, Saitama was somewhat restrained when facing a strong opponent.

"No need to thank me. You could have killed that crab even without me."

Wang Yan looked at Saitama with a mocking expression. "There's no need to underestimate yourself. There's a tremendous power hidden within your body."

"How about joining the Hero Association and becoming a hero?"

"I can see that you have a righteous soul."

Hero Association, Justice...

These words seemed to possess some kind of mysterious magic, making Saitama feel somewhat dazed.

He repeatedly chewed on the word "hero," and his originally dull, lifeless eyes became brighter and brighter.

A glimmer of hope began to appear in Saitama's eyes.

That's the kind of transformation that happens when someone who has gradually lost hope in life finally finds a direction to strive for.

What are the benefits of joining the Hero Association?

Saitama carefully hid the Good Person Card close to his body and cautiously asked, "As a hero, what should I do? Defeat monsters?"

He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is obligated to do his bidding.

After receiving Wang Yan's "Good Person Card," Saitama became even more respectful.

"I plan to develop heroism into a profession."

Wang Yan casually sketched out a bright future for Saitama: "From the highest-ranking S-class to the lowest-ranking D-class hero, the Fawley at each stage are different."

"For example, S-Class Hero earn between 5 million and 10 million yuan per month, along with five social insurances and one housing fund, as well as the world's top medical security system and logistical support system."

"For ordinary people to join the Hero Association, they not only need to study a lot of cultural courses and pass tests of professional knowledge, physical fitness, and Dou Technique, but they also have to start as a D-class hero."

"However, if it's you..."

"You can start directly from A-Rank."

Saitama was taken aback.

He pointed to his chest. "Me? A-Rank hero?"

Although he didn't really understand the ABCD levels, he had played all sorts of pay-to-win mobile games.

Generally speaking, "A-Rank" sounds quite high-end.

And the Fawley shouldn't be too bad, right?

Even if it's only one-tenth of the lowest-tier Fawley for S-Class Hero, it's still many times better than his current job!

This was beyond Saitama's expectations.

Do what you love and earn more money than you would with a full-time job.

Is there anything happier than this?

The Saitama, which was gradually heating up between his fingers, didn't keep Wang Yan waiting for long.

He nodded solemnly. "I agree to join!"

Wang Yan doesn't seem like a fraudster.

His eyes, like perfect amber, were clear and bright; they were the eyes of Seeker of the Way, the windows to the Mind Stone of a seeker of knowledge.

Saitama is willing to believe in people with such eyes.

"Congratulations on becoming the first Registered Heroes of the Hero Association."

Wang Yan looked at Saitama with a half-smile and said softly, "Meet me at 8:30 tomorrow morning at Building Android 17, 25th Street, E District. Your battle suit and other equipment will be prepared for you."

After saying this, Wang Yan's body turned into particles and dissipated into the air.

Completely bewildered, Saitama unconsciously rubbed the Good Person Card in his pocket, gradually coming to his senses.

The first Registered Heroes?

Is the so-called Hero Association just an empty shell?

In any case, he will not go back on his promises.

The next day.

Saitama arrived at the place he had agreed to meet with Wang Yan.

He had originally imagined that this place, being a place where strange people ran rampant, should be a scene of ruins and chaos.

But he was wrong.

A constant stream of staff, a magnificent lobby, well-dressed high-earning office workers, and elegant, sophisticated working women in black stockings...

All of this made Saitama hesitate as he stood at the door.

"Did we go to the wrong place?"

Just as Saitama had this question in his mind, a friendly voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Are you here for a job interview too?

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man wearing a safety helmet and riding a bicycle.