Hero

With the money Skye gave him, Saitama happily ran out. Although this place was unfamiliar, with Saitama's strength, he didn't need to worry about getting lost. After all, with his speed, it wouldn't take long to run around the Earth. Even if he ran to an unknown place, he just needed to keep running. The Earth is round, so if he kept running around it, he would eventually return to his starting point (smirk).

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"McDonald's." Drawn by the golden arches, Saitama ambled inside.

Saitama's entrance into McDonald's attracted quite a few glances. How to put it? Saitama's shiny, reflective bald head aside – bald people aren't that uncommon in America, though none are as genuine as Saitama's.

What truly drew attention to Saitama was his attire: a skin-tight, mustard-yellow suit, a white cape, and red gloves. It was impossible not to notice such an outfit, especially before superheroes like Iron Man had appeared. Saitama's costume was rather comical at the time.

"What can I get for you, sir? For here or to go?" The server, stifling a laugh at Saitama's getup, remained professional and asked what he wanted.

"Uh, well, I am planning to take it back, but aren't 'for here' and 'to go' the same option?"

"Ah! Sorry, sorry. I meant, would you like to eat here or take it to go? So, are you planning to take it to go? No problem, but what would you like?"

"Two beef hamburgers, and then a large order of French fries, the long ones, not the short ones. And I'll have two chicken wings, and pork chops, and then..." Saitama didn't intend to spend all the money Skye gave him. Although the meat options in McDonald's seemed different from those in restaurants, it was still meat. Being able to eat meat from McDonald's made Saitama very happy.

Carrying a large bag of food, Saitama's face was full of a happy smile. For Saitama, being able to eat so much meat this time was truly a blissful event. He had even temporarily forgotten about Z-City. In reality, as long as he could eat meat regularly, it didn't seem to matter where he lived.

"Eat meat, eat meat, eat meat. Go home and eat meat, go home and eat meat." Saitama muttered to himself, his mood a little impatient but incredibly pleasant.

"Kid, when are you going to pay us back?" a dark-skinned, burly man with a ferocious face roared at a short man.

"Uh, Modha, I will pay you back. I definitely will, but you know, I need time. I need time."

"Time? Ha, I don't have the patience to wait. Pay me now, or you'll leave an arm with me as a lesson."

"No, Modha! I, I'm trying to earn money. You know, you know my family's situation. My wife is waiting in the hospital for money to save her life. So I need money, I need to earn money. I will work hard, and I will absolutely, absolutely pay you back the money I owe you, I swear!"

"Your wife? Wasn't she hit by a car and died? Oh, no, she became a vegetable. So, Rogues, maybe you should consider giving up on her. Since she'll never wake up, you can take full responsibility and sell one of her kidneys. You know, people can actually survive with just one kidney." The black man, Modha, chuckled sinisterly.

"No, I can't do that--"

"Then hurry up and pay! Perhaps you can sell one of your own kidneys. I don't care how you do it, just pay."

"Modha, don't push me."

"What are you going to do if I push you? What are you going to do? What can you do to me?"

"Modha, I only borrowed three thousand US dollars from you, but I've already paid back three thousand five hundred US dollars. That's enough, that's enough!!!" The thin Rogues couldn't help but roar.

"Enough? Who says? When you borrowed the money, I clearly told you the rules. You failed to repay within the agreed time, so now you have to pay a little more. Isn't that only natural?"

"But, damn it, I borrowed three thousand US dollars, paid back three thousand five hundred US dollars, and you're telling me I still owe you forty-five thousand one hundred US dollars? What is this? What is this?"

"Anger is useless. What you need to do now is pay the money. It's only a small amount; selling one of your wife's kidneys should be enough. You might even have some left over. Isn't that great?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Rogues, you're making things difficult for me. To be honest, your wife's kidney has already been targeted. Do you think I would have lent you the money for any other reason?"

"You, you..."

"Be sensible and go to the hospital now, otherwise, I won't have that much patience to wait."

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" The thin fellow roared at the strong black man, raising his weak fists and swinging them at the big man.

"Hahaha, what are you trying to do? Fists as weak and feeble as a little girl's, you think you can defeat me with that? That's hilarious. Come on, here, here." Modha bared his face, provoking Rogues.

"You, you, you..."

"Since you won't make a move, I will! Now, you be quiet and think about what you should do, if you don't want you and your wife to die together." The strong black man raised his large fist and swung it towards Rogues' face.

Bang!

Rogues, closing his eyes in fear, waited for a moment. He didn't feel the fist land and cautiously opened his eyes. He found nothing in front of him. Even the black man Modha, who had been threatening him, had disappeared.

"What, what in the world, what is going on?"

"Although there are no more monsters in this world, there are still bad people. So, I can continue to be a hero, a superhero who specifically targets bad people." Saitama casually swatted away a scumbag and pondered as he headed home.

As a hero for fun, Saitama naturally didn't want external pressure to change him. He became a hero simply because he wanted to be one, not to fight monsters. Therefore, no matter how the world changed, becoming a hero seemed unlikely to change.