There's a Ghost

An illusion?

Definitely not an illusion!!!

Something unclean had latched onto him, one hundred percent! A ghost? A spirit?

A curse?

The next day, around noon, Saitama stepped out of the apartment and stood motionless beneath the blazing sun.

Facing the ground, his features dark as the bottom of a pot, his pupils dilated.

He barely even dared to breathe.

Because... that strange feeling from yesterday had descended upon him again!

Somewhere unseen, it was as if a scorching gaze was 'watching' him.

Before going to sleep last night, he had tried to reassure himself. Who would have thought that the moment he stepped outside today, he would be certain!

Something really had attached itself to him.

That kind of intuition... couldn't lie.

But... he had circled the entire abandoned district, practically turned it upside down, and had even caught a monster to interrogate... yet he found nothing. The abandoned district where he lived seemed perfectly 'peaceful,' without anything unclean in sight.

But the problem was... Saitama had started to break out in a cold sweat.

Yesterday, that feeling of being watched had only appeared after he left the abandoned district. Today, it had reached his own doorstep!

What did that mean? That filthy thing already knew where he lived!

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became...

And something that could evade his senses—in all his years of thinking, only filthy things like 'ghosts' possessed that kind of power.

Though he had always been a materialist... he couldn't help but doubt it now.

First of all, he had never killed a person... but the number of monsters that had died by his hand was already impossible to count.

"Could it be... those monsters can turn into ghosts?"

A bizarre thought surfaced in his mind, and Saitama's