Encountering a Lottery, One-Punch Man Trial Card!

Just as Aeneas was at his wit's end, the system's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Congratulations, host. You have encountered a renowned character from the original work. Demon Bamboo Vergo's maximum renown value is 4,396, reaching the 'Rising to Fame' level. The host has obtained one golden-grade lottery draw!"

"What?"

Although Aeneas remained outwardly calm, he had already exploded inside. What a stroke of luck! Hurry up and give me the golden-grade reward. I need it to get me out of this crisis!

Aeneas had no idea what the upcoming golden reward would be, but all he could do now was leave it to fate and hope he drew something useful.

In Aeneas's mind, a gigantic wheel appeared, just like a game show prize wheel. All kinds of rewards were clearly marked on it, each occupying a different section.

They were: Devil Fruits, Haki, martial arts, swordsmanship, professional skills, items, characters, and special rewards.

The eight sections occupied equal areas. They only determined what type of reward Aeneas would receive next. Whether the reward would be bronze-grade or silver-grade depended on Aeneas's renown.

But Aeneas currently had no renown at all—not to mention that he had already used up his lottery chance for the day.

Although he was very curious about the "encounter reward" the system had mentioned, the situation was urgent. Aeneas only wanted to get away from Vergo as quickly as possible. The enormous gap in strength placed tremendous psychological pressure on him.

After all, Aeneas was still a rookie who had only just crossed into this world. His so-called destiny to become an overlord was merely a destiny. Aeneas might have the fate, but he did not have the heart for it!

He only wanted to stay alive. Laying low was the way to go!

However, the system's next announcement left Aeneas stunned once again.

The wheel's pointer spun rapidly before gradually slowing down. In the end, it stopped in the "special" section.

"Congratulations, host. You have drawn the golden-grade reward, 'One-Punch Man Trial Card.' Number of uses: one." The system's concise announcement instantly shattered Aeneas's composure.

"One-Punch Man?" Aeneas was stunned. "I thought this lottery system was limited to the One Piece world. I never expected it to span the myriad worlds!"

Who was One-Punch Man?

Aeneas had been extremely familiar with him in his previous life.

One-Punch Man was the title of Saitama, the strongest man in legend. In the One-Punch Man anime, all of Saitama's attributes were at the ceiling of that world. He only needed one punch to defeat any opponent.

What left the deepest impression on people was the training method that had granted Saitama this invincible power.

It was actually one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run every day for three years, while never using the air conditioner at home, no matter how cold or hot it was.

After sticking with it for a year and a half, Saitama went bald. Then he gained the strength to kill enemies with a single punch!

"Bald, but stronger!"

As Aeneas stared at the trial card flashing with golden light, he seemed to see a bald man beckoning to him. The man appeared ordinary, yet contained terrifying power capable of destroying the world!

If Saitama were brought into the One Piece world, he would be the very definition of invincibility!

Whitebeard, Roger, Garp, and even the future Four Emperors would not be able to withstand a single blow from Saitama.

After all, One-Punch Man possessed overwhelming power that surpassed the cosmic level. How could powerhouses confined to a single planet hope to even ruffle a hair on Saitama's head?

In the real world, Vergo lost patience as he watched Aeneas stand motionless, his expression shifting through a marvelous range of emotions.

Vergo bent his body, then shot forward and vanished in an instant. The next moment, he appeared right in front of Aeneas.

"So it was you, the Durnholde survivor who escaped by sheer luck?" Vergo directly flipped up Aeneas's black hood and looked at his familiar face. It was not because he knew Aeneas personally. Doflamingo had previously emphasized that no one from Durnholde could be allowed to survive, so when Aeneas's body disappeared, Vergo had specifically taken note of his photograph.

Vergo appeared extremely surprised, but more than being shocked that Aeneas had appeared here, he was curious about how Aeneas had come back to life.

"I confirmed that you should already be dead. How did you survive?" Vergo did not rush to attack Aeneas. Instead, he lifted him by one hand and threw him onto a street far from the harbor.

Vergo was extremely interested in Aeneas's "resurrection."

Aeneas, meanwhile, was consumed by overwhelming tension. His body even began to spasm uncontrollably. Forget answering Vergo normally—he could barely move without suffering excruciating pain.

With his feeble body and fragile soul, Aeneas had no capital whatsoever. He was nothing more than a weak little ant!

"Damn it!" Blood vessels bulged in Aeneas's eyes, but his body refused to obey him. "I can't move at all. I..."

Aeneas's expression turned frighteningly grim.

"Am I really only this strong?"

As a transmigrator who had obtained a lottery system, Aeneas had tossed and turned for several nights, unable to sleep. He had been excited and thrilled by the fact that he had crossed into another world. Not even his body's hunger and exhaustion had been enough to dampen his spirits.

But this time, facing Vergo head-on, Aeneas truly recoiled.

He was too afraid! He trembled and shook!

"I can even smell the stench of your fear." Vergo looked at the disheveled Aeneas with an expression as calm as an ancient well. He shook his head and decided not to waste any more time on him.

"Could he have eaten some kind of special Devil Fruit? I remember that certain Devil Fruits can bring people back from the dead, such as the Revive-Revive Fruit. Perhaps this weak brat is the same." Vergo looked at Aeneas and thought, I'll capture him and put him in seawater. Then I'll know for sure!

As Vergo advanced step by step, Aeneas's entire body went limp. In the face of a powerhouse's oppressive aura, his so-called destiny to become an overlord failed to show the slightest effect!

That was only natural. Aeneas himself had no determination to rule or dominate. All he had was a thoroughly chūnibyō soul, which was completely worthless!

"Use the 'One-Punch Man Trial Card'!" At this critical moment, when he could not move a muscle, Aeneas directly used the golden-grade reward he had just drawn. "I have three chances to experience it. I hope this can get me through the crisis..."

Golden light flashed across Aeneas's body as the faint phantom of a bald man appeared and disappeared.

Centered on Aeneas, a terrifying wave of air suddenly erupted, surging more than three meters high. Dust and sand flew everywhere. Even Vergo was momentarily dazed by the force and hurriedly raised an arm to shield his face.

As the dust settled, Aeneas was revealed at the center. His appearance had not changed at all—he had not gone bald—but his aura was completely different.