The Strongest at Gaming, According to King!

"Phew... I'm finally out. Hopefully no one noticed anything was wrong."

In a small alleyway far from the street, Saitama, with his back to the restaurant, let out a relaxed sigh.

"I heard you're a professional hero, and an A-rank one at that?"

A voice suddenly rang out not far behind Saitama.

The Garou stood behind Saitama, arms crossed, looking at the bald man in front of him.

The store employees couldn't catch up with him; he simply jumped over the wall and disappeared from sight. They only came after hearing Saitama talk about his hero and remembering their mission.

Saitama was startled and too frightened to turn around.

"Um, may I ask..."

"You just came from that restaurant, right? Perfect, you're the person I'm looking for."

The Garou sneered as it looked at Saitama.

An A-rank hero should be enough to get by.

Saitama dared not turn back now.

"Sorry! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Saitama didn't even look before throwing a punch behind him, controlling his strength to only knock the Garou unconscious, and then strode forward and ran away.

He needs to go back to the Hero Association's branch to see if he left his wallet there.

At the scene, the deserted alley was left with only the unconscious Garou lying quietly on the ground. It wasn't until more than an hour later that it got up, rubbing its head in a daze.

"I... dined and dashed, and then... then what happened?"

The Garou's eyes were lifeless; he felt as if he had intermittent amnesia.

In reality, it was just a case of being beaten into temporary amnesia.

"Hey, there you are, Garou."

A strange man with long hair, bandages wrapped around his face, and two long swords at the ends of his arms emerged from the corner.

This is the Demon-level monster from the Monster Association, Cutting King, whose strength is among the top of the Demon-level.

Behind him was another Demon-level monster, Eye Power—a female monster whose hair on the back was entirely made of snakes.

And now, the female monster's hair is wrapped around an ugly child whose chin looks like a butt.

"Uncle? You!"

The ugly child stared at the Garou in shock.

He is Nose Guy, who knows Garou, and the two were even friends for a time. Garou was able to defeat the heroes of the Hero Association while he was seriously injured because he had seen the latest Hero Encyclopedia from Nose Guy and learned a lot of useful information.

"Oh? You know him? But this kid is the son of Arnieg, the founder of the Hero Association. He's much more important than the two hostages we captured before."

He looked at the Garou with a discerning eye and said.

"You plan to take him back? And then what?"

The Garou ignored the snotty bear and instead stared at the two strange men, asking them a question.

"Of course, we should tear them to pieces. Big Eye thinks that keeping them alive will make those heroes more hesitant to act, but with our current strength, we have more than ten Dragon-level fighters, more than twenty Demon-level fighters, and even the Monster King whose strength is even more unfathomable. Even those S-Class Hero will only be sitting ducks for us. When those S-Class Hero enter the Monster Association, that will be the time when these humans die."

Cutting King patted Snotty Nose Guy's face with his long sword arm and spoke in the tone of a perverted killer.

By this time, Nose Guy was so scared he wet himself.

"I see."

The Garou nodded slightly, then estimated the distance between the group.

"Ah!"

Eyesight was sent flying by a punch from the Garou, and Cutting King was kicked against the wall.

"Run!"

The Garou shouted loudly at the snotty bear.

However, the snotty bear was so frightened that it wet itself and sat down on the ground.

"No way..."

The Garou had no choice but to stand in front of the snotty bear.

Because of his childhood experiences, all he wanted to do was expose the hypocrisy of heroes and believed that only he could become the "weirdo" who stood on the opposite side of heroes.

The monsters he understands are those who stand in opposition to "heroes," not real monsters. On the contrary, he spares the lives of all heroes, as long as they are human, but he never hesitates to deal with monsters.

All I can say is that this guy's brain isn't quite right. If he were in the Ninja World, he'd probably have a lot in common with those mentally ill people. If he had the Sharingan, he'd definitely have the potential to awaken the Mangekyo.

"Humans are still humans after all. Even if they claim to be monsters, they still have one foot on the side of humans. What, do you want to be a hero and protect that kid whose butt is on his chin?"

His eyes were fixed on the Garou, but his feet quietly moved behind the Cutting King.

Garou can defeat multiple S-Class Hero, but his strength may not be comparable to Shunshoku, Dragon-level powerhouse in the Monster Association. I'm not sure if I can beat Garou.

If anything happens, it's better to let the Cutting King come up. That guy is good at close combat and stronger than me, so he's more suitable to be at the front.

To be honest, if I didn't know that the Garou was still seriously injured, I really wouldn't have wanted to come out.

The Garou, knowing he was injured and unable to use his full strength, immediately adopted the stance of the Flowing Water Crushing Rock Fist, ready to fight.

Battle is imminent.

"Oh, Meikyō, Genos, what are you doing here? Weren't you still in a meeting? And King, you're here too."

Saitama had just returned home and was looking for his wallet, saw Meikyō, Saitama, Genos as soon as Gate of Opening.

"Saitama- sensei, the meeting is over. Mr. King is here to retrieve the game cartridges I lent you last time."

Genos, wearing an apron and washing the dishes, explained to Saitama.

"Oh, I see."

Saitama answered as he walked toward the table.

He saw his wallet, which he had left there, as soon as he came in.

"Saitama, could you move aside a little? You're blocking the screen. It's a bit difficult to fight against Meikyō- kun without looking at the screen."

King, with a serious face, turned his head to look at half the screen and spoke, while controlling his game character to stand in the corner to defend.

"Huh? Oh!"

Saitama immediately ran to the sofa and sat down cross-legged, watching the screen as he controlled his character to fight.

"KO!"

Two minutes later, the sound of characters celebrating rang out on the screen.

"Sikko-Yi! Meikyō, you actually beat King in a game!"

Saitama gave a thumbs-up to the Meikyō.

"No, it was just luck. Saitama, you blocked the screen, but I could see it even without my eyes, so I took the opportunity to gain the upper hand."

Meikyō shook his head.

At this moment, the character controlled by Meikyō on the screen has only a thin layer of health left.

"And this was the only game I won after playing with King for half an afternoon. In the previous eleven rounds, I had three draws and eight losses, and I didn't win a single game."

Meikyō looked at King with a gaze full of curiosity.

His hand speed had reached the limit that the controller could handle, and he even used Observation Haki to Future Sight.

But he just couldn't beat King; even with his full strength, he could only manage a draw.

I estimate that this guy can truly unleash the full potential of a game character.

No one can defeat King in the realm of games, just as no one can defeat Saitama in the realm of combat.

If there were limiters in the gaming world, King's level of release would be exactly the same as Saitama's, falling into the category of complete release.

"Oh, well, you're pretty much the same as me, the only difference is that you barely won one game."

Saitama scratched his head and laughed.

He never won a single game against King, and Meikyō also never won a single game against King under normal circumstances. In a sense, their records are on the same level.

"Saitama, when I played with you, I only used two fingers, but when I played with Meikyō, I used my full strength."

King looked at Saitama speechlessly.

He never expected Saitama to be so shameless.

However, King quickly returned to the fierce battle.

This is the first opponent he has encountered since he started playing games that is worth his full effort!

In the past, King always won by overwhelming his opponents with his superior skills. Now, even excluding the previous match where he won due to Saitama's influence, Meikyō is the only opponent who has managed to draw against him.

"Meikyō!"

"Um?"

"In the game, I, King, acknowledge you as the strongest!"

Saitama stared blankly at the two who were ignoring him again, then looked at the screen, wondering if the game he had been playing was really the same one they were playing.

"Saitama- sensei!"

Genos took off his apron and stood next to Saitama.

"I have a question I'd like to ask you."

"Speak, Genos, if I can."

Saitama scratched his head and said.

"I'd like to know, did you and Teacher Meikyō play King's game for simulated combat? Is it because your strength in reality is too great, making it difficult to improve, so you chose to simulate combat in the game to train and maintain your combat acumen?"

Genos, holding a small notebook, asked with a serious expression.

"Um... maybe... yes?"

Saitama asked uncertainly.

"I see! I understand now!"

Genos was writing furiously in his notebook.

"What have you figured out this time?"

Saitama remained silent.

"Although I don't yet possess the same level of power as my two teachers, which is almost impossible to improve through conventional means, I can still hone my combat skills through simulated battles while improving myself. This way, I can make the best use of my spare time!"

Saitama:...

"Fine, whatever."

Saitama waved his hand helplessly.

Nothing was said that night.

This applies to Saitama.

When Saitama woke up in the morning, he noticed that King's eyes were bloodshot and he had dark circles under his eyes.

"You guys... you've been playing all night?"

Saitama looked at King, who didn't seem to be in good spirits, and asked.

"Yes, but I often stay up all night playing games, so it's actually not too bad."

King spread his hands and said.

"I see!"

Genos understood again.

"The reason why Teacher Meikyō dragged King to play games all night was to adjust his own combat state before the battle started? As expected of Teacher Meikyō, he is indeed a powerful expert with countless battles and abundant combat experience!"

"Um... Genos, it's not that exaggerated. It's just that I basically don't need to sleep anymore."

Meikyō sat to the side, a piece of bread dangling from her mouth, and mumbled something.

He can maintain his energy even if he doesn't sleep for three days and three nights. Unless he has experienced a tough battle or a long period of high-intensity training, he will replenish his energy through sleep.

King suddenly raised his hand again and said to the crowd:

"Emm... By the way, although I'm used to staying up late, I think I still need to rest, so for the upcoming operations, could you please help me with my part of the task? I won't..."

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Mr. King, Meikyō, and the Cybernetic Freaks and the Caped Baldy, you're all here! Now that everyone has assembled, it's time to set off!"

Fubuki stood outside the door with a faint smile on her face and looked at everyone.

"Gentlemen, I am Sekijins, the envoy sent by the Hero Association this time. I am responsible for coordinating the S-Class Hero and the ground support team. In a moment, we will..."

A man with slicked-back hair and wearing a Glasses stood on an armored vehicle, speaking eloquently to a group of heroes.

Then some of the non- S-Class Hero might listen to him, but the S-Class Hero didn't take him seriously at all.

"Sigh, even at this point, there are still people within the Hero Association trying to plant their own people to take credit. This is truly..."

Bang, standing on the other side, couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Fortunately, they chose Sekijins. He's one of the few decent Second Hokage leaders in the Hero Association. He has some leadership and management skills, so he shouldn't be a big hindrance."

Sweet Mask glanced at Sekijins in the distance and said calmly.

"We don't have time to argue anymore. The thermal sensors have detected at least two hundred heat sources approaching us. If I'm not mistaken, they should be the vanguard sent by the Monster Association."

Child Emperor, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at the tablet computer on the robotic arm and gave a reminder.

Just then, a large number of strange people emerged from the surrounding streets, and the windows of the buildings on both sides shattered, from which the strange people jumped out.

"The vanguard... doesn't seem to pose much of a threat, teacher. Let us deal with these guys for now!"

Iaian gripped the longsword with his one arm and charged out with his two junior brothers.

"You're very motivated, Iai."

Atomic Samurai, toothpick in his mouth, watched this scene with a chuckle.

He could roughly sense that most of the strange people around him were at the Wolf-level or Tiger-level, and with the strength of his three disciples, who were among the top four in A-rank, they were more than capable of taking them down.

Bang stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene with a hint of jealousy.

In his opinion, Atomic Samurai's three disciples were all quite good and very young. With another ten or twenty years of training, it was not impossible for them to advance further and enter the S-rank category. Compared to them, Charanko in his dojo was utterly useless.

"Everyone! These monsters might be cannon fodder sent to wear down the S-Class Hero. Let's follow them!"

Sekijins stood atop the armored vehicle and shouted.