Do You Want to Rule the World

Skye stared at Saitama, her eyes barely blinking.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? It's making me uncomfortable even while I'm eating," Saitama shifted, feeling awkward.

"You, you just said you ran to Argentina. And you ran there?" Skye asked again.

"Actually, I only ran for a bit, and then I went to Argentina," Saitama explained, feeling this was a more precise explanation.

"Swam? You swam directly from America to Argentina?"

"I didn't originally intend to go to Argentina, but before I knew it, I got lost at sea. I ended up heading to Argentina."

"Heh, hehe. You're joking with me, right?" Skye found it hard to accept because Saitama's claims were too outrageous. How could one person travel from America to Argentina in such a short time, and even swim there? She absolutely couldn't believe it.

"Joking? No. Oh right, Skye, is there anything that can stop me from getting lost? It's fine on land, there are signs, and even if there aren't, I can ask for directions. But at sea, it's impossible. Once I'm lost, I can't ask anyone for directions," Saitama couldn't help but ask Skye for help.

Skye didn't answer Saitama's question, just stared intently at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, Skye, are you okay? You seem a bit strange. Do you have a cold or a fever?" Saitama said, reaching out to touch Skye's forehead.

Slap!

Skye forcefully slapped Saitama's hand. "I'm strange? I'm strange? You suddenly tell me you swam directly from America to Argentina in just two hours, and then in just a few minutes, you ran back from Argentina to America, back home. How do you expect me not to be strange? Saitama, are you even human? Or are you actually a legendary god, or an alien who came to Earth from outer space?"

Skye's emotions were running high, feeling as if she were dreaming. Saitama's abilities completely shattered her understanding of the world.

That's right, Saitama was very strong, he even made Kingpin retreat. But he couldn't be this strong, could he? Did it mean that as long as Saitama ran, nothing could catch him?

"Of course, I'm human, not some god or alien—hmm, but that doesn't seem right either. I think, I think..." Saitama trailed off, suddenly feeling something was off. He couldn't help but stroke his chin, pondering if he truly qualified as an alien in Skye's eyes.

After all, no matter how dense Saitama was, he now understood that he was no longer in his original world. This world was a peaceful world, a stable world. Although there were thugs and hoodlums, at least this world had no monsters. People in this world didn't have to face the threat of monsters every day. Yes, so this should be a very peaceful world, at least in Saitama's view.

So, if it wasn't someone from this world who suddenly appeared in this world, then what was Saitama? Was he an Earthling like Skye said? Or an alien? Or a god? Saitama himself wasn't sure anymore, but he was certain he was definitely not a god.

"Uh, could you really be an alien?" Skye looked at Saitama's expression, and couldn't help but stare at him in surprise. But thinking about it, if Saitama really had such incredible speed, it seemed understandable that he could be an alien.

"No, I'm just an ordinary human. I just trained hard for three years to become a hero," Saitama explained uncertainly.

"...Trained for three years? You're not going to say that everyone on your home planet is like you, becoming so powerful after just three years of training, are you?" Skye had already categorized Saitama as an alien.

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that, but I haven't encountered any monsters or humans stronger than me. Especially after my hair fell out, every time I met a monster, it was just one punch, and they were defeated," Saitama demonstrated with a punch.

At this moment, Skye felt that the training method Saitama had told her before might have been real. It was just that Saitama's body was different from their Earthling bodies, which was why the method didn't work.

"Right, Saitama!" Suddenly, Skye stared intently at Saitama.

"What is it now?"

"Do, do you ever think about conquering the world, about ruling the entire Earth?" Skye stared fixedly at Saitama. After all, Saitama was so dangerous. If he had such great ambitions, then Earth would be in danger. Moreover, if Saitama really wanted to do that, should she stop him? But if she wanted to stop him, she probably couldn't. Saitama was so strong, and she was just a weak woman. Hmm, perhaps she could stay by Saitama's side and guide him in her own way, preventing Saitama from becoming a cruel tyrant like ancient emperors would be a great merit.

"Conquer the world? Rule Earth? Why would I do that?" Saitama blinked, with a hint of innocent confusion and bewilderment.

"Uh." Saitama's answer left Skye a bit dumbfounded. "But, but you're so strong, don't you want to rule the world?"

"No way. It sounds like too much trouble," Saitama refused outright without even thinking.

"..." Skye was speechless. But then she remembered when she met Saitama, he was starving despite his immense power. And according to him, his past life was also very difficult.

With such immense power, he never used it to do evil or gain benefits through force. Saitama, this kind of person, really didn't need to worry about him conquering the world. He had no such ambition.

Thinking this, Skye breathed a sigh of relief.

"Skye, if you don't eat soon, all the beef will be gone," Saitama reminded Skye, who had been spacing out and acting strangely since they started eating.

"Ah? Leave some for me too!" Skye snapped back to reality and quickly started grabbing meat. At this moment, the questions in Skye's mind about Saitama's identity and what kind of being he was were completely tossed aside.

No matter what kind of existence Saitama had been before, at least the current Saitama made her feel safe and secure. Living with him felt happy and joyful, and that was enough.

ps: My contract reached Qidian again today. I should be able to change my signing status tomorrow or the day after. I really hope I don't have the bad luck of the contract being missed again.