Amid his complaints, Saitama was arrested on the spot by Josen.
Their figures blurred, then vanished into thin air from the room.
On the outskirts of Z City, atop a barren mountain that pointed straight toward the sky.
The summit, originally impossible to stand on, seemed to have had a section sliced off by something out of thin air. Its cross-section was smooth as a mirror, and the nearly one hundred square meters of space was packed with people.
Cold winds swept across the summit, leaving this bunch of ugly or sinister-looking fellows shivering.
Yet their clothes were all as ragged as beggars' rags, as though some handsome guy had given them a savage beating before they came.
Josen: Don't make wild accusations without evidence. Careful, I'll sue you for defamation!
Voice-over: Ora ora ora ora!!
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The nearly 90-degree mountain walls were utterly impossible to climb. Just standing at the edge and looking down was enough to make anyone dizzy.
Everyone present was an absolute "elite" from every stratum of society, with all their prowess concentrated in their keyboards. Naturally, they had no ability to leave on their own.
The vast majority could only crouch where they were, hugging their shoulders and shivering. A tiny, agitated minority even started fighting over a ragged coat.
"Let me wear it, you bastard!"
"Idiot, who's giving it to you? That's my coat!!"
"..."
At some point, the gradually darkening sky blurred for an instant, and two figures appeared above the crowd.
One wore shorts and an open-front shirt. Tall and powerfully built, he was a blond hunk whose looks were off the charts.
The other wore a yellow combat suit that looked rather comical at first glance, along with red rubber gloves and boots. The white cape behind him snapped in