After all that commotion, Saitama unexpectedly gained an elite online troll army over a hundred strong.
Before going legitimate, these haters had truly been professional online combatants-commonly known as keyboard warriors. Once they returned, they quickly established a clear division of duties.
Some handled communications, some infiltrated enemy ranks, some started flame wars, some stirred up hatred by disparaging others, some condemned people from the moral high ground, and some muddied the waters, guiding spectators into sympathizing.
They kept in touch through the civilian messaging app Weixin. Whenever they found posts online smearing the "Bald Caped Hero," they descended on them en masse.
There were even veteran hackers among them who specialized in attacking opponents' accounts, computers, or servers. After breaking in, they played Saitama-focused fan edits on a loop on their phones, computers, or televisions, infuriating countless haters.
Ultimately, newly captured haters would be handed over to Josen for corrective personality education before joining the regular army.
This virtuous cycle kept swelling the ranks of this troll army driven by a hobby, turning it into a mysterious, unknown force spoken of in urban legends.
Of course, that came later.
M City, King's apartment.
"Holy crap, how can you block an ultimate without taking damage? That's cheating!"
Saitama bared his pointed teeth and roared as he mashed his controller. On-screen, the burly character he controlled had all fifteen hits perfectly blocked by the opposing bunny girl, who had only a sliver of health left. She followed up with a ninety-nine-hit combo pushed to the limit, breaking his guard and stunning him for an easy finish.
Having pulled off an esports-peak comeback with a sliver of health using just one hand, King looked none too proud of himself.
"It's not cheating, Saitama," he said gently, lifting his insulated cup for