Break the Dimensional Wall

Although the identity certificate stated that Saitama was the owner of a grocery store, but when he followed the arrow to the so-called grocery store, Saitama realized that it was really just an ordinary shop.

About ten square meters, the space is not big, but the things inside are very rich, ranging from pots and pans to small candies and snacks, everything is complete, but it looks rather shabby.

It's just... Saitama frowned and glanced around. This Land of Fire is too backward, isn't it?

He is already a person who doesn't care much about the living environment, otherwise he would not live alone in such a dangerous area with no one, but this place is even more dilapidated than the place he used to live in.

The ground is uneven and has not been well repaired at all. Although the people around have smiles on their faces, their clothes and shoes are not good.The buildings are all excellent wooden buildings, but... they are all a bit too abstract, and they don't seem to be built normally.

While thinking about such a question, the next second the reason sounded in Saitama's mind.

"This village has only been established for a few years"

Therefore, it is impossible to have luxurious buildings and flat roads at the beginning, and everything is slowly improving.

After finding the reason, Saitama no longer troubled himself and thought about these irrelevant things. He responded to the greetings of the nearby residents and walked into the room.

He casually picked up a pack of biscuits from the table, tore open the packaging bag, and looked at the interior decoration while eating the biscuits in his hand.

But just after chewing two mouthfuls, Saitama's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the date on the packaging bag solemnly, and murmured, "It's not expired, why is it so bad?"

He just had such a question, and immediately got the answer, the extraction of sucrose.The current technology is only at such a level, and if he wants to eat the same level of food as he used to eat, I am afraid it will cost a lot of money.

And even if Saitama didn't want to know the reason for this gap, the potion that gave him the basic knowledge of popular science still gave the answer in his mind.

Because - war.

There are no monster attacks here, but there are endless desires and wars.Also because of the existence of the war, the level of industrialization has seriously lagged behind. Even the snacks that Saitama despises are expensive things, not to mention the comic books, game consoles, and TVs that Saitama used to take for granted before. Will appear.

Thinking of such a sad future, Saitama lay on the table and rolled back and forth, "It's really troublesome, I want to go back quickly."

The wind chime at the door rang, and Saitama widened his expressionless eyes a little. A woman with beautiful long red hair walked in. The woman was not like the civilians he saw on the road before, no matter the clothes The appearance still shows a fact - at least this woman is not short of money.

"Saitama-san, you are still the same."

Saitama: Who are you?

Hello!Where did the voice that would automatically give him popular science answers from time to time go!It's time to make a difference!He really doesn't know the girl in front of him... and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

The woman seemed to be used to Saitama's expressionless face, and she didn't even care about his wandering expression.With a decent smile on his face, he asked, "Saitama-san, are you free today? Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"Oh, good!" Although he was so curious about the identity of this strange woman, Saitama still didn't intend to refuse her appointment for dinner.

Hearing Saitama's casual promise, the red-haired woman clasped her hands together, with a sincere smile on her face, she seemed very excited, "Did Saitama-san agree? It's really great!"

Eh?Are you so happy to invite me to dinner?

Saitama looked at the excited back of the red-haired woman, and scratched his bald head in some puzzlement. When he lowered his head, he saw his palm again, and belatedly remembered that he was wearing a striped shirt. Cotton pajamas, the yellow tights he usually wears for heroic activities were not brought.

Thinking of this, and remembering that he punched the world when he was sleepy and sleepy, Saitama's forehead began to break out in cold sweat again.

Yabai, I really need to pay more attention in the future. Now I am still carrying the debt of a world. I don't know when that white-robed man will help him restore the world.

Also, how to complete the tasks in this world?

These things can't be figured out just by thinking about them. Saitama missed a little bit when Genos was around, and there was still someone to ask.

In the next second, it was like discovering a new world. I looked at the back door of the grocery store in surprise, and when I opened the door, there was a small space, which seemed to be a place for storing sundries.Unexpectedly, Saitama, who was on the second floor, came up the stairs immediately. The space on the second floor is not large, there is only a small living room, and then the bedroom.

Saitama opened the door of the bedroom closet, and saw that there was no yellow tights he had been thinking about inside, only some very ordinary kimonos, bunts and the like, and he sighed in disappointment.

"The red-haired woman you saw just now is the wife of the village chief."

At this time, the voice that had been giving him common sense sounded again, and Saitama remained expressionless, "Why didn't you speak just now."

"In order to compress the explanation to less than [-] characters"

"Oh." Makes sense.

"..."

"...Is your explanation over?"

"Is there anything else to explain?"

"Ah, it seems not." Saitama is not a person who knows how to get to the bottom of it. After learning the identity of the red-haired woman, I think there is nothing else that needs to be known.

Waiting for Saitama to turn the house upside down, find a few fluffy-looking blankets, spread them on the floor, and roll on the ground contentedly, "Ah, if there are comic books and Coke at this time Enough."

I don't know if it's because the fluffy blanket is too soft or for some other reason. Saitama just lay down on the ground and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, he happened to see the red-haired woman squatting on the windowsill with a smile. .

Hello!Even if you are a girl, you can't trespass like this!And what kind of habit is squatting on the window sill?

"Saitama-san is awake! Then let's go!"

Saitama couldn't say anything to refuse the woman's smiling face, besides, he was indeed hungry.

Saitama rubbed his stomach, remembering the few odd coins he found out, and feeling desperate for his food for the next few days. There are no special eggs here, and there are no kelp monsters that will be delivered to the door. I can unpack the things in the grocery store under me.

"Saitama-san, today I specially cooked a big meal!" The red-haired woman had a girly smile on her face, her eyes were shining brightly like the Milky Way in the sky.

...Wait, something seems wrong, isn't she the village head's wife?Why is it this look to me?

Saitama and the woman walked for about three or four minutes, and they reached a building near the village. The red-haired woman quickened her pace and opened the door first, "I'm back!"

The men in the room all turned their heads to look at him in unison, with the same expressions on their faces, as if they were exploring his identity.

Saitama: ...Well, why do they look at me so strangely?