Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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He lowered his voice and said in what he thought was a very sincere tone:

"Could you please pretend you didn't see me today?"

Chapter 20 A Man with a Strong Outer Self but a Gentle Heart

Lin Mo slowly took off his glasses and said, "Today is my private time... I'm not in the mood for this kind of thing."

"Please allow me to state my position."

Lin Mo felt a headache coming on at the thought of a group of fans surrounding him. Whether before or after his transmigration, he had always been a low-key person who didn't like being in the public eye.

However, after traveling through time, KING himself attracted a group of fans due to his "powerful" strength, so this situation was inevitable.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo shook his head and said seriously to the long-haired man, "I'm not here to serve you, understand?"

He took a step forward, just a small step, but the five people opposite him were on high alert and retreated in unison.

"My mission is to vanquish the monster! To protect the peace of this city!"

Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and powerful, each word striking a chord in the hearts of the assassins: "I will not do anything meaningless."

In reality, Lin Mo just wanted to stay at home, play games, and read comics, but he obviously couldn't say that in front of his fans.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but recall the time when he went to the park to test the power of [Intimidation (Dragon Level)].

He was quite happy when he came out of the park, after all, the power of the "Dragon" level skill was no joke, and a group of mutated wild dogs were subdued in just one move.

However, his good mood vanished as soon as he stepped out of the park.

A group of fans holding exaggerated signs such as "Emperor Engine is invincible" and "KING, the guardian of mankind" rushed towards his face from all directions.

The fans were incredibly enthusiastic, screaming his name and asking all sorts of bizarre questions.

Just when you manage to deal with one group of people, another group surges up from around the corner. It's endless, like a never-ending stream of monsters in a game.

Left with no other choice, he could only release a slight amount of his aura and then walk through them expressionlessly.

Looking at the "fans" trembling with "excitement" in front of him, he decided to cut his losses and end this pointless farce.

He spoke slowly in a cautionary tone: "This is... my final advice to you—you go your way, and I'll go mine. There should never have been any intersection between us."

The long-haired man was almost scared to death. He immediately gave his accomplices a look, preparing to flee this dangerous place at once.

Lin Mo watched their "down-and-out" figures leave, a pang of pity flashing through his heart. He wondered if he had gone too far, so he called out to them.

"Wait a minute!"

The long-haired man and his group turned pale instantly, their faces filled with terror. They thought that KING had changed his mind and was going to kill them on the spot.

Their survival instincts led them to instinctively pull out the weapons hidden on their bodies, preparing for a final battle.

However, Lin Mo's next words left them all stunned.

"Even heroes get tired." Lin Mo's gaze drifted into the distance, his tone tinged with a sense of vicissitude and melancholy, a sentiment he had learned from the protagonist of a certain fighting manga.

"I will retire someday, maybe in five years... or maybe in ten years..."

He paused for a moment, as if recalling his "magnificent" combat career, before turning his gaze back to the assassins, his eyes filled with the expectation of "strongmen".

"If that day comes and your passion has not yet faded... then come find me. I will set aside everything and be your opponent to the fullest!"

The assassins were completely stunned by KING's level of skill. (⊙▽⊙)

"Not only did they completely see through their opponent's plot to assassinate them... but they also let us go?"

"Five years...ten years...is he not threatening us, but giving us time to grow? Is he expecting us to grow strong enough to fight him?"

"Does this freak treat everyone as someone he protects? He even treats us assassins as equals..."

The same thought inevitably surfaced in the minds of all the assassins—

"Is this the magnanimity and level of the strongest S-class hero on Earth, 'KING'?!"

One of the assassins, a burly man with a scar on his face, was filled with indescribable emotions. He muttered to himself:

"What a magnanimous heart he has... Compared to him, our little assassination tricks are laughable. We... were defeated without a fight."

The entire assassin squad lowered their heads deeply; they were ready to abandon the mission.

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"The shop is very busy right now. If you want to eat, go somewhere else," the burly man guarding the door said impatiently to the bald man in front of him.

"But there's someone waiting for me at the shop." The person who came was Saitama.

"I told you, it won't matter who comes today."

The burly man stood with his hands in his pockets, his attitude extremely arrogant. He looked Saitama up and down in his tacky yellow combat suit and red cape, his eyes filled with disdain.

Saitama was still trying to explain, "That's not what I meant. Someone at the store made plans to play games with me."

The burly man immediately flew into a rage (▼皿▼#), and cursed, "Can't you understand human language? You bald head!"

He then threw a punch straight at Saitama's face, intending to keep him in the hospital for a few days.

The next second, the burly man was knocked unconscious by Saitama.

"Seriously, don't block the doorway, what are you doing?"

Saitama muttered innocently, grabbing the burly man's collar with one hand and dragging his 200-plus-pound body to the corner of the wall like a sack.

This scene was witnessed by the assassins who were walking out of the coffee shop, their minds undergoing a profound transformation.

"Who...who are you?!"

The other assassin immediately lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic, we've even seen King. A mere ordinary bald guy... no matter how strong he is, he has his limits..."

Saitama immediately smiled upon hearing this (￣▽￣)~*, “Oh! So King is inside. That’s great, I didn’t come to the wrong place.”

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The scene shifts, and Saitama is already standing next to King.

Saitama was still holding the game console Lin Mo had lent him. Looking at the computer screen, he asked curiously, "KING, what are you doing on the computer?"

"Looks like you're just as bored as I am," Lin Mo said helplessly. "I've tried developing a game myself. How about it, want to give it a try?"

"Moreover, I specifically lowered the AI's combo difficulty and reaction speed for you."

Saitama immediately became interested, "Bring it on! This time, watch me crush them!"

Chapter 21 Giant Brother

"Ah! King is dead again!"

Saitama stared blankly at the ceiling, as if his soul had been completely ripped out (╥_╥).

"You definitely secretly increased the difficulty, didn't you? And you lied to me and said you had already lowered it!" Saitama glared at Lin Mo resentfully.

"I can't even beat the monsters in the starting village! Isn't this supposed to be about letting players familiarize themselves with the controls? Is this reasonable?!"

Lin Mo was trying his best to suppress the twitching corners of his mouth and maintain his cold and aloof image.

He glanced at the game screen, where the character representing Saitama was sprawled on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture, with the words "GAME OVER!" displayed in large letters.

"Ahem..." Lin Mo cleared his throat, trying to hide his laughter.

"Saitama-kun, it was you... How did you manage to precisely absorb every single attack from the mobs, then perfectly miss all your own attacks, only to be brutally tortured to death in the end..."

Lin Mo even suspected that if Saitama's actions were recorded and uploaded online, it would definitely go viral with the title "A Collection of Bizarre Human Behaviors".

"Hey, you were just making fun of me, weren't you?!" Saitama angrily questioned.

"No, I'm just admiring him. I admire Saitama for reaching a peak in another field that ordinary people can't reach," Lin Mo said seriously.

"Really? I guess I'm quite talented after all!" Saitama instantly revived, snatched the controller back, and stared intently at the screen. "Watch me, this time, I'm going to defeat this despicable guy!"

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly. It seemed that Saitama really didn't have a talent for playing games...

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Inside an unnamed house in City D.

"My goal is... to become the strongest person in the world!"

A shirtless, muscular man was frantically performing bench presses, muttering to himself:

"To become the strongest is my only, ultimate dream!"

Directly in front of him, a huge poster hung on the wall. The poster featured the promotional advertisement that KING had filmed last time.

In the photo, KING has a cold expression and deep eyes; his mere stance exudes an aura of domineering dominance. Beside him are several large, flamboyant characters: "KING, the strongest man on earth!"

Looking at the stern-faced man on the poster, he reaffirmed his resolve and shouted:

"Just you wait, King! I will definitely surpass you! I will stand at the top of the world!"

Just then, from the other end of the basement, in a makeshift laboratory filled with various flasks, test tubes, and precision instruments, came a burst of ecstatic screams.

"Ultimate steroid, King of Biceps, finally—finally done!"

A thin man wearing a white lab coat and thick goggles excitedly held up a vial filled with a strawberry-colored viscous liquid.

He ran happily to his younger brother, who was exercising, and handed him the sweet-smelling potion, his tone full of pride:

"Little brother! Drink it! Drink this, and the absolute power you've always dreamed of will be yours in an instant!"

"Taking your taste into account, I specially made it strawberry flavored!"

The younger brother looked touched.

“Brother…” His voice became hoarse with excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he snatched the potion named "Biceps King" and swallowed it in one gulp.

In an instant, an unimaginable torrent of scorching heat surged from his throat into his stomach and then exploded!

“Ahhhhh——!”

The younger brother's body began to expand rapidly at a visible speed, and at the same time, the already tight sports vest he was wearing was completely burst.

"It's a success! It's a success!" The older brother, instead of being afraid, burst into even more maniacal laughter as he looked at the scene before him.

Just before his brother's body completely destroyed the basement, he nimbly jumped onto his brother's shoulders, which had become as broad as a small mountain.