He walked straight to the small balcony of Saitama's house and reached out. With a creak, he pulled open the rust-covered iron door.
Outside was Z City at dusk.
The setting sun was as red as blood, splashing across the silent steel jungle.
Countless abandoned skyscrapers stood like the bones of giant beasts, silently forming a despairing graveyard that stretched beyond sight.
This was the "no-man's land" officially designated by the Hero Association—a zone of the highest danger level, a paradise for monsters.
Ordinary citizens had long since crowded into the distant city center or fled the cursed city with their entire families.
Chen Tian leaned against the doorframe, his silver hair stirring in the wind. He narrowed his eyes slightly as his gaze swept across this no-man's land that had devoured countless lives, and a trace of amusement curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Saitama," he said in a quiet voice. "Aren't you curious?"
He slowly turned his head toward the bald man still chewing his beef with great effort and threw out that earth-shattering question:
"Why are there... so many monsters in Z City?"
"Huh?" Saitama finally swallowed the piece of meat and scratched his smooth scalp in confusion. "Monsters? Many?"
The mad grin on Satoru Gojo's face froze, and then his brows drew tightly together.
The instincts and knowledge of a Jujutsu Sorcerer went into overdrive at that moment!
An abnormal concentration of curses—or monsters—in one area... This was absolutely not a natural phenomenon!
There had to be something here! A source of curses powerful enough to distort reality while continuously radiating "malice"!
Or perhaps... the core of a Cursed Object capable of giving birth to countless monsters!
Saitama tilted his head and scratched his cheek with one finger. "There used to be a lot, especially