Self-Comfort

Oboro continued following Saitama.

On his way back to Z-City, Saitama killed several monsters, but he kept circling the entire continent... Clearly, he was trying to shake off "someone."

It was obvious that although Saitama did not know who was watching him from the shadows, he had already confirmed... that something was "monitoring" him.

The bald man ran from T-City at the very bottom of the continental landmass to City J on the eastern coast, then doubled back to City C. Instead of returning to Z-City in a straight line, he detoured through City E before following the coastline into Z-City.

Other than briefly slowing down to deal with a few monsters, Saitama sprinted at full speed the entire way.

By the time he returned to Z-City, he was even breathing slightly heavily.

What was more, every route he took crossed extremely complicated and treacherous terrain. He refused to believe that, at his speed, he still could not shake off that "clingy pest" lurking in the dark.

Fortunately... after his persistent efforts, that feeling of being watched finally disappeared.

"Hah."

At an intersection in Z-City, Saitama put his hands on his hips and smugly wiped away the faint sweat on his forehead.

By then, faint stars had begun to appear in the sky. It was already late at night.

"Heh... I don't know who it was... or how they did it, but that was seriously rude..." Saitama grumbled.

This was plainly an invasion of his privacy. If he caught that "culprit," he would definitely give them a proper "lesson."

With that thought, he strode forward... but the moment he lifted one leg, he froze in place.

His expression turned grim as well.

The deserted street contained nothing but shuttered shops and old, dim yellow streetlights... constantly flickering.

"Damn... I forgot