Game Suppression

"Hehe... I have some unavoidable difficulties."

He gave a perfunctory reply.

"What's your predicament?"

A normal person would have tactfully stopped asking after hearing this, but Saitama immediately followed up.

"..."

Long glanced at him and then sat Fuza.

"Sigh... Actually, I came here because I was being chased... The other side is very powerful. If it were in a normal social environment, I would probably be killed by them. But since this is a dangerous area where strange people roam, they naturally wouldn't dare to come looking for me... This no-man's-land is very famous in Z-City." Long lied without even blinking.

"Is that so..."

Saitama nodded, seemingly understanding, "If it's a group of bad guys, I can help you."

"No."

Long shook his head, refusing outright.

"By the way... you came to see me so late, there must be something you need, right?"

Seeing that the bald man still wanted to dwell on the topic, Longjian immediately changed the subject.

"Well..."

Saitama felt a little embarrassed by the interruption.

Then, she coughed solemnly, suddenly looked back at the night sky outside the window, leaned her upper body closer, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Oboro... have you noticed anything different while you've been staying here lately?"

"The differences?"

Long was stunned for a moment.

"It's... there's something unclean about you. Don't you feel anything? It's like some 'strange thing' is secretly watching your every move?"

Saitama spoke each word with an air of seriousness.

Seeing his serious expression, Long suddenly realized what was going on.

"I didn't feel anything at first, but after hearing what you said, it seems like I do."

Lonely echoed.

"Right?!"

Saitama's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

Do you know any people who work in the field of exorcism?

I see.

Long now understood why the bald man had taken the initiative to come looking for him.

He never expected that a few days of tracking would put such immense psychological pressure on someone like Saitama.

It's astonishing that someone like the Bald Demon King could be so suspicious of ghosts and evil spirits.

Although Saitama possesses invincible power, his personality and true nature are clearly still maintaining and leaning towards that of an ordinary person.

It did not change in any way despite possessing great strength.

Perhaps... this is also the key point for him to break the limiter.

After all, if Oboro were to judge himself, he felt that... with the improvement of his strength, his current state, including the influence of the environment, had undergone earth-shattering changes compared to his state on Earth.

Especially personality...

He seems to have almost forgotten what he used to be like.

Long's gaze wavered for a moment, then quickly returned to its focus, replying, "Even if someone were to be brought in to exorcise the demon, they'd probably hesitate once they heard the address was here..."

After saying that, he changed the subject, "However, as long as the money is right, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Saitama's expression visibly stiffened when money was mentioned.

"Leave this to me... Don't worry about the money."

"Long said very politely."

Despite saying that, the bald man still pulled out his small, empty wallet right in front of him.

Then, he unzipped the bag and emptied it, flinging out the meager amount of banknotes and a few coins inside.

"This is all I have on me right now..."

Saitama said blankly.

"Really, you don't need to."

Long immediately told him to put the money away.

"That won't do... This isn't just your problem."

"How about this... you can consider it a favor you owe me. If I need your help in the future, consider it as paying off a debt. Don't worry, I will never ask you to do anything against your conscience."

Saitama thought about it for a moment and finally agreed.

He had actually intended to help Oboro resolve this trouble after hearing that Oboro had enemies.

"What is this? Are you playing a game?"

After finishing the topic, Saitama glanced at the game console and TV screen next to him, and asked while drinking his juice.

"Want to play for a bit?"

Long saw through his little scheme.

"I'm not very interested in games... and I'm not very familiar with them either."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Saitama regretted it deeply, very much so.

He shouldn't have stepped into Oboro's house tonight.

You shouldn't even be asking about games!

He said he wasn't interested in games, but after playing a few rounds with Oboro, his expression became noticeably serious.

His competitive spirit in the game reignited his long-dormant emotions.

One after another.

He didn't win a single time.

Moreover, they were all brutally defeated by Oboro! Towards the end, Saitama's face looked like he was going to eat someone alive... and he unconsciously exuded a terrifying aura.

Of course, there has been some restraint.

In contrast to the bald man's face with veins bulging, Long sat cross-legged, looking relaxed and content, with his smiling eyes narrowed.

The two played from late at night until daytime.

In the battle game, more than two hundred rounds were played, and Saitama was completely defeated! Each game ended very quickly, but what Oboro admired most was Saitama's perseverance.

"Not playing anymore?"

In the end, Saitama's eyes were numb. He slowly got up, put on his shoes at the door, and prepared to leave.

Throughout the entire sequence of actions, he never looked at Oboro, nor did he utter a single word.

In fact, Saitama had become 'mute' two hours earlier.

He became an autistic child.

He had his back to Oboro, and didn't respond to Oboro's greeting.

He simply pushed the door open silently, then closed it again.

Then, instead of going home, he jumped directly from the apartment building to the ground.

Then, clenching his fists, his eyes bloodshot, he stared at the entire no-man's-land with a 'violent and fierce' look! He was about to lose control! He desperately needed to hunt down a few weirdos to vent his anger! The next second, with a whoosh, he burst forward with explosive force as he pushed off with one leg.

They've vanished without a trace.

Today is not only Saitama's 'disaster day'.

It might also be... a day of catastrophe for all the strange people active on the entire Human Supercontinent.

When Saitama returned that evening, he had clearly returned to normal.

He even took the initiative to greet Oboro.

Baldy didn't expect Long to act so quickly. He had just finished talking about it last night, and today he found exorcists to perform rituals for the entire apartment.

The exorcist was an unkempt, slovenly middle-aged man with two tufts of nose hair sticking out of his nostrils, making him quite unpleasant to look at. Saitama even doubted the man's professionalism... but then he remembered that the feeling of being watched had indeed disappeared today, which might really be related to the ritual performed by this exorcist, so he obediently kept quiet.

However, when Oboro sent the exorcist out of the no-man's land and then returned.

Saitama looked at him as he came upstairs and asked him a question.

"Oboro... you're not an ordinary person either, are you?"

His complexion remained normal.

Saitama is just rather laid-back in many ways, or you could say he lives a life of nonchalance and indifference.

But that doesn't mean he's stupid.

Even if Oboro claimed to have enemies and was forced to live here, the fact that she could maintain this lifestyle in the no-man's-land indicates that she has a certain degree of confidence in her survival abilities. Moreover, the fact that she could freely enter and leave dangerous areas speaks volumes.

This is a no-man's land rumored to be teeming with weirdos.

Just living here is enough to make one tremble with fear, yet Oboro still has the mood to play games at home? This sense of relaxation... makes Saitama feel that there is no difference between them.

Actually, Saitama felt that Oboro was mysterious and somewhat special the day she moved in.

But as I said before... at first, he didn't take it to heart.

"Certainly."

Long readily admitted it.

"That's good..."

Saitama smiled as well.

This time, he wisely refrained from asking further questions.

Because it involves topics like strength and power, no matter what Oboro's background or abilities are... in Saitama's eyes, they are all the same, there is no difference.

He asked the question simply to confirm that Oboro had the ability to protect himself.

"Want to play a few more rounds?"

Long raised an eyebrow.

Are you provoking me?

Saitama had just finished laughing when he heard these words, and his temples immediately throbbed.

His face was tense, and his gaze was sharp.

Because he noticed that Oboro's eyes held a clear sense of disdain.

"Yeah... that's definitely a provocation."

Long nodded. "When it comes to games, dealing with you is a piece of cake for me."

Are you scared?

Long pressed on with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Hehehehehe..."

Saitama's laughter was chilling, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Come on, who's afraid of who?"