Be The Main God From Naruto

The card swirled and flew into Saitama's hand.

At this moment, the flow of time around seems to have slowed down a lot.

He even felt the air become thick as oil.

The crab monster, who was staring at him, didn't move at all at the moment, as if he had completely turned into a red-hot seafood sculpture.

Saitama subconsciously looked at the card in his hand, and saw that it said——

[The President of the Hero Association, Wang Yan, made a special VIP good person card. With this card, you can spend 50% off at any store around the world. 】

Saitama's heart was beating wildly.

He knows this stuff!

There is only one limited "good person card" in the world, the ultimate dream of every office worker!

No one knows where it came from, but everyone knows it exists.

Private shops and supermarkets around the world are willing to offer discounts for their owners' consumption.

Some scientists believe that it exists on a principle similar to the transformation of many eccentrics.

Now, this nice guy card...

Is it his?

Saitama swallowed.

For him, who is in a tight pocket, this is a good thing that cannot be refused.

As for the authenticity of this card?

He never had any doubts.

The moment he got the Good Person Card, he knew that it was the real thing!

As if there were hundreds of millions of voices telling Saitama - this is the unique good person card.

Seeing Saitama's performance, the corners of Wang Yan's lips turned up slightly.

Everyone has their own needs.

For Saitama, the store discount card is the deepest obsession in his heart, whether before he goes bald or after his invincibility.

It is not in vain for him to spend a nanosecond to tamper with the timeline of this plane.

That's right...

The concept and existence of the Good Person Card was forcibly implanted by him distorting time and world lines.

"You are very good."

Wang Yan looked at Saitama for a while, and affirmed it again.

As he spoke, he turned sideways and his eyes fell on the Crab Monster.

The Crab Monster suddenly regained his mobility.

It waved its huge red crab claws, and the eyes of the dead fish gradually began to congeal: "Damn it!"

"It doesn't matter who it is! Whoever stops me from killing that kid must die!"

It is a weirdo who mutated due to over-eating crabs, and started his own "journey of revenge" because a child whose chin looked like an **** drew two small dots on his chest with an oil pen.

Saitama?

Just a good-hearted person passing by.

Wang Yan's mental power shrouded the strange chin child protected by Saitama, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Ugly.

He stroked his forehead with his hand, sighed, then raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The crab geek who was originally showing his teeth and dancing claws suddenly burst into pieces and turned into pieces of meat all over the sky.

These pieces of meat did not exist for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, children with ugly faces were also moved to an area ten kilometers away.

"Good... so strong!"

Saitama took a deep breath.

He couldn't understand how Wang Yan made that little brat disappear.

But Saitama saw clearly.

Wang Yan snapped his fingers, Crab Monster...

Gone.

"Thank you for saving your life, may I ask..."

Saitama bowed to Wang Yan, looking polite, "Is there anything else?"

At present, as an office worker, even if he is unemployed, he has never experienced the looseness of freelancers.

A person's character is partly innate, and partly shaped by identity and experience.

At this moment, Saitama is somewhat restrained when facing the strong.

"No need to thank you, even without me, you can kill that crab just now."

Wang Yan looked at Saitama jokingly: "There is no need to belittle yourself, there is a huge power hidden in your body."

"Would you like to join the Hero Association and become a hero?"

"I can see that you have a righteous soul."

Hero Association, Justice...

These words seemed to have some kind of mysterious magic, which made Saitama feel a little dazed.

He chewed the word "hero" repeatedly, and the dead fish's eyes that were originally dull became brighter and brighter.

In Saitama's eyes, a light called hope began to appear.

That is a change that occurs only after a person who is gradually desperate for life finally finds the direction of struggle.

"Is there any benefit to joining the Hero Association?"

Saitama hid the good person card in his hand, and asked cautiously, "As a hero, what should I do? Deal with weirdos?"

Eating people is soft-mouthed, but short-handed.

After getting Wang Yan's Good Person Card, Saitama's attitude became even more respectful.

"I intend to develop the hero into a profession."

Wang Yan readily drew a blueprint for Saitama's future: "From the most advanced S-level hero to the lowest-level D-level hero, the benefits at each stage are different."

"For example, an S-class hero has a monthly salary ranging from 5 million to 10 million. At the same time, there are five insurances and one housing fund, as well as the world's top medical security system and logistics material support system."

"Ordinary people to join the Hero Association not only need to learn a lot of cultural courses, but also pass the test of professional knowledge, physical fitness, and fighting skills, but also start from a D-level hero."

"But, it's your words..."

"You can start straight from A-level."

Saitama was stunned.

He pointed to his heart: "Me? A-level hero?"

Although he has no real feelings for the levels of ABCD, he is also a person who has played various money-making mobile games.

Generally speaking, A grade sounds quite high-end.

Also, the benefits are not too bad, right?

Even if it is only one-tenth of the lowest-level welfare of an S-class hero, it is many times stronger than his current job!

This has exceeded Saitama's expectations.

Do what you love and make more money than a full-time job.

Is there anything happier than this?

Saitama, who was gradually hot between his fingers, did not make Wang Yan wait too long.

He nodded solemnly: "I agree to join!"

Wang Yan is not like a liar.

His eyes, like perfect amber, are clear and clear. They are the eyes of the seeker and the window to the soul of the seeker.

Saitama would like to trust someone with such eyes.

"Congratulations on becoming the first registered hero of the Hero Association."

Wang Yan looked at Saitama with a half-smile, and said softly: "Tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning, see you at Building 17, 25th Street, District E. Someone will prepare your uniform and other equipment for you."

After saying this, Wang Yan's body turned into particles and dissipated in the air.

Saitama, with a confused expression, unconsciously rubbed the good person card in his pocket, and gradually came back to his senses.

The first registered hero?

Is the so-called Hero Association just an empty shell?

In any case, he will not go back on what he promises to others.

...

the next day.

Saitama came to the place agreed with Wang Yan.

Originally, he wanted to come here. As a place where weirdos are wreaking havoc, it should be a broken wall and a mess everywhere.

But he was wrong.

The staff who come and go, the splendid hall, the well-dressed golden-collar office workers, the elegant and intellectual OL girl with black silk...

All of this made Saitama hesitate at the door.

"Did you go to the wrong place?"

Saitama just had this doubt in his heart when a friendly voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Are you also here to apply?"

He followed the prestige and saw a little brother wearing a safety helmet and riding a bicycle.