My Sister is the Six Paths Immortal

"Aren't you coming out? Well, I'll come back later."

As soon as Saitama finished saying these words, there was a cracking sound outside the floor-to-ceiling window, King glanced at it, and then his expression froze.

A black strange bird with a body length of more than tens of meters rushed towards the window.

With a loud bang, the floor-to-ceiling windows and glass instantly shattered.

The huge bird's beak rushed into the room, and Saitama raised his hand to resist the momentum. Otherwise, with the bird's flying speed and size, the building would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

King turned pale with fright, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

"Scare me."

Saitama said indifferently: "Instead, the disaster party came directly to you, king, you might have the characteristics of attracting strange people."

"That's it!"

King was obviously overly frightened, leaning against the wall, his body stiff, "I've had bad luck in the past... and recently I've been unlucky! Is this the retribution I received for speaking to everyone? How to do?"

"How to do?"

Saitama turned his head and said as a matter of course: "Everyone rushed to the house, don't you plan to do it?"

"Do it..."

King looked at the giant monster bird that opened its beak, revealing its fangs, and collapsed to the ground, "God...forgive me, I'm just a victim from beginning to end! There will always be someone who will clean up the weirdo..."

"After living such a fruitless life, money will automatically run into my pocket, and people around me who have misunderstood begin to pay tribute to me spontaneously..."

"I just happened to pass by the scene of the incident, and it was considered that I defeated the weirdo... In fact, I never even fought..."

"king... This is the hero name someone gave me. It includes praising me, standing at the top of a hero, and what it means to be the strongest person in the ecosystem... It's ridiculous..."

"This is a big mistake! I'm a man made of lies! The king that the world dreams of! It's not me at all! But the real king does exist in this world!"

"actually, I……"

Buzz! !

The strange bird opened its huge beak and charged fiercely.

King lost his voice in fright and closed his eyes tightly.

boom! ! !

"What's that sound? Was that B-rank hero eaten by a monster? The monster's rank disaster is a ghost, why doesn't he run away? Is it because I'm by my side? But I don't have any power to protect you! Sorry for that. I'll tell you the truth late... it's me!"

"Is everything you say true?"

Hearing this voice, King froze for a moment, then opened his eyes to look.

The sun shone into the room through the big hole, the B-rank hero turned his back to the sun, as if bathed in light, with black feathers floating around him, and the huge strange bird had disappeared.

"Are the praised and powerful battles fake? You will be scared to pee your pants by the bird just now. It seems to be true."

Saitama saw a wet mark on the king's crotch.

"How……"

King's eyes widened with disbelief, "Why is he still standing there? Where is the strange bird? This. This person... hit... a disaster grade ghost..."

"are you OK?"

"Um……!!!"

King suddenly widened his eyes, "This voice..."

A memory popped into his mind. At that time, he was not a hero, just an ordinary otaku. At that time, he met an octopus monster. The three sharp scars on his left face were the octopus nail man, which was drawn with his nails. He was dumbfounded at the time, slumped on the ground in horror, the scar running through the upper and lower left eye, he covered his eyes and shouted for help.

"The freak has been hit, are you okay?"

The voice in the memory sounded, overlapping with the voice of the person in front of him.

He still remembered the last conversation the man had with him.

"I am a person who volunteers to be a hero because of my interest. If a hero appears in the future, it might be me."

At that time, the man's nose was bruised and his face was covered in blood, but back now, this B-rank hero's face was also covered in blood, and the two people overlapped in his eyes.

It's just that at that time, he was very reluctant to hit the tiger-level monster, and most of his body was stained with his own blood. Now, he easily defeated the ghost-level monster, and only the blood of the monster was stained on his body.

Of course, there are still some differences. Back then, he had black hair and a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was a smile of accomplishment from defeating a monster stronger than himself.

But now, his bald hair exudes a faint luster, and his face is indifferent.

"...It's this person..."

King stared blankly at Saitama, and after a while, "Woooooooo..."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Saitama was startled.

"Woooooo... I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry?" Saitama was a little confused.

After a while, Saitama sat on the floor with his arms crossed in his arms, while King knelt down obediently across from Saitama, as if he was an obedient disciple.

"Is it fun? You... deceive everyone like this, shivering while being a hero."