Chapter 12 is up! This is a warning: the 2nd half of the chapter is basically going to be a slightly altered version of the manga. I just found it a necessary part to add to this story because it's so integral to the OPM manga. Enjoy!

It took a few hours for Bofoi to finish conducting the tests on Saitama. Phenomenal didn't even come close to describing how powerful Saitama was. He hadn't been overly impressed with Saitama's art sculpture, but now that he had the chance to study him up close, he could really see just how overpowered Saitama was. For a starting test, he had Saitama put headgear with several wires to analyze his brainwaves, then he had him do combat with three of his robots that were strong enough to defeat demon level threats.

Saitama, however, wasn't too pleased about the fact that he was standing in front of an old man with only black underwear. "How come I have to do this in nothing but my tighty blackies?"

"It's just to make sure that there are no possible contingencies or side-effects. And besides, that garb doesn't suit you whatsoever." Saitama waved his hands in dismissal. "Whatever."

Without warning, Bofoi commanded the robots to attack Saitama. Bofoi's eyes couldn't even come close to keeping up with Saitama's speed as he laid all three of them to waste. Bofoi gazed back at the monitors, and he stared in disbelief; during that entire interval, his beta wave frequencies stayed leveled out, and his heartbeat stayed at around 68 beats per minute, which was a regular heartbeat. That only further exemplified and proved how elementary his robots were in power comparison to him.

Next, he had him bench pressing a 35 ton barbell that was around 20 times larger than the ordinary, store-bought barbell. 35 tons was too much for even the 2nd strongest member of the Hero Association, Superalloy Darkshine. But to his incessant surprise, Saitama was able to do around 200 reps for nearly 10 minutes straight before his beta waves started to increase, and sweat drops started to fall down his face. At his 237th rep, he finally placed the barbell back on the rack, his muscles starting to ache for the first time in 3 years. "Phew! Man, I have to admit, that one actually caused me to break a few sweats. You might be the first guy to do that in 3 years." Saitama swept the sweat across his face, and he stretched his arms out behind him. Bofoi gave out a chuckle. "You've exceeded my expectations. Now here are a few other monumentally large mechanic exercise machines for you to use."

"Fine fine. I guess I owe you for the coffee." For the next 40 minutes, it was nonstop exercises machines one after another. Saitama lifted 20-ton dumbbells, 100-ton leg extension machines, did 100 repetitions of 30-ton chest presses. After Saitama finished his 150th chest press, he turned to Bofoi, who was monitoring his vitals with amazement. "Hey, why exactly did you make all of this stuff anyway?"

"I originally built them to test Superalloy Darkshine's strength, but he's never humored me and actually agreed to do these tests, so I use them every once in a while to test the physical strength of my automatons."

"Hey as long as I get these free snacks, I'll stay as long as you want. And truth be told, I'm feeling a tiny bit better after those exercises; it actually gave me a real workout. Hell, if you add a TV with HBO in here, I'll hang a picture of you on my apartment wall." Bofoi let out another chuckle of amusement. "I must say, you are a tad more whimsical than I would have expected."

"Yep, you know me. The Whimsical Saitama…" he said, with a nervous chuckle following afterward.

"Well, I believe that I've gathered all of the data I need." Bofoi turned off the monitor screens and began taking off Saitama's headgear. Saitama rubbed his hands all over his oily scalp, the sweat from the exercises causing him to sweat from places he didn't even know he could sweat from. "I will return to the lab and continue to study the alien spacecraft. You can do whatever your inferior mind desires. Just don't destroy any of the equipment."

Saitama nodded and checked around the room in search for a clock. "Hey what time is it anyway?"

Bofoi looked at the watch on his right wrist. "It's around 7:45 PM." Both heroes walked back toward the laboratory, where they found Dr. Kuseno observing the interior of the Space Pod, Child Emperor analyzing the notes both Dr. Kuseno and Bofoi took on the saiyan technology, and Genos standing behind Dr. Kuseno in curiosity. "So Alex. You've finally arrived."

Child Emperor swerved in irritation. "I told you not to call be by my real name! Nobody in my cram school knows it!" Child Emperor groaned. "I'm lucky that I'm a hero. Otherwise, my classmates would probably kick my ass."

"Hey isn't cram school for kids in college?" said Saitama. "My college friend went to cram school. He'd call me every Saturday and ask me to go to some parties he was invited to. Man, was I wasted." Child Emperor gave this unidentified stranger an inquisitive stare. "Yea… Wait a minute!" Child Emperor snapped his fingers. "I remember you! You were the B-class hero at the S-class meeting a few weeks ago. Caped Baldy!"

"That's not my hero name anymore. I was renamed One Punch Man by the Hero Association, and I got bumped up to S-class Rank 4, so yea."

"Are you serious?! There's no way you could move up so high! What did you do, beat a God-level Threat?"

"Yes," said Genos.

"Alex, as preposterous as it might sound, it is not erroneous. But that is not the topical issue right now. Did you and my brother finish reading through both me and my brothers notes?"

Alex gave one last look at Saitama, then turned his attention to Bofoi. "I finished observing the jottings you took on the spaceship, although it didn't take much since there wasn't much to read." Bofoi let out a grunt of annoyance. "Very funny, Alex. I'd like to see you get more information on a completely unknown and unrecognizable alien technology."

"Understandable… Anyway, where do you want me to start? Usually, you'd have me get on your data analyzers and identify the density of the exterior metal alloy you melded?"

Bofoi snickered. "It appears you were able to retain some small information of what you've learned in here. Make it so." Child Emperor nodded and began his analyzing. "Hey before we start, would you by any chance have any Fanta? I paid one of my classmates 30 bucks to take notes for me in class so I could stay here overnight, and I'm going to need some sugar to keep me up."

"You like Fanta too?" said Saitama with slightly raised eyebrows. "For me, Coca Cola Company is "fantastic"! Child Emperor chuckled, to which Saitama was pleased to see. "You just went up a notch in my book. Here's a cold one." Saitama opened the mini fridge and tossed Child Emperor an ice-cold can of Fanta.

Alex stood there trying to understand exactly what was going on here. He had just insulted his credibility as a hero, and in return he gave him a Fanta, a joke, and a compliment? "Thank you," said Alex with a small smile. Who really was this man?

"Yo Genos, lets go. It's getting late, and I've had a long day. Right now, all I want is to take a shower to clean all the sweat off my body."

"Yes Master!" Genos turned to the good doctor. "Dr. Kuseno, do you require any more of my services?"

Dr. Kuseno shook his head. "You've done more than enough. Go home and get some rest."

"Very well doctor."

"Now, if we can halt all of the ceaseless delays, lets get to work." The older brother ran his hands through his hair. "We have a long night ahead of us." The two S-class heroes walked out of the laboratory to leave the three scientists to their work.

"Now, if we can finally begin…"

"Hold on a minute. Alex, you start working on the density analyzers. I need to speak in private with my older brother."

Child Emperor gave Dr. Kuseno a quizzical look. "Sure…"

"Thank you. We'll be out in just a moment." The older brother groaned and moaned like an 8 year old child who wasn't getting a piece of candy from the clerk at the store. Dr. Kuseno pushed Bofoi back into the testing area where Saitama had done his exercises so the two could speak in private.

"What do you want to tell me know, brother? Can't it wait until…"?

"This is urgent." Dr. Kuseno's face toughened to cold stone once more. "I wanted to wait until Genos and Saitama were gone until I told you about this."

"About what?"

Out of his lab coat pocket, Dr. Kuseno pulled a long roll of paper, presumably notes for some sort of future project. "This has been my latest design that I've been working on for 10 years. I almost have it ready, but I haven't been able to find the right energy source to power it or any materials sturdy, conductive, and light enough to perfect it."

Bofoi thoroughly examined his brother's work. "Brother, this is… What you're trying to create… It isn't physically possible. Nothing on this planet can finish this-"

"Not on this planet, no. But if we manage to discover the secrets of this alien technology, you could help me create something unlike anything ever seen before."

Nothing came to Bofoi's mind. This idea was ludicrous and unachievable. His brother was reaching for something that was unattainable. But if by some minute, infinitesimal chance they could pull this off, this would be his greatest advancement yet.

"Alright, brother. Together, we'll create something unlike the world has ever known. And even that Space Emperor will bow in mercy."

"What a day." Saitama barged through his door as soon as Genos unlocked the door, anxious to get into the shower. "I feel so sweaty in my superhero suit. I'm going to wash all the sweat off my body, than I'll hit the hay. Do you mind if you heat up some leftovers for me?"

"Not at all. Would you like some more kung pao chicken with soy sauce?"

"Sure. Thanks." Saitama shut the door behind him and started unzipping his outfit. He turned the hot water on, grabbing a bar of soap from his dresser drawer. "Ah crap. This is my last Irish soap bar. Oh well, need to make it last." Steam began rising from the shower tub, and Saitama cautiously dipped a toe into the shower. But immediately he regretted it as he felt sizzling hot water all over his foot. "Ah Ah Ah!" He turned the nozzle, making sure none of the water got on his forearm, and inch by inch, submerged himself in the warm yet refreshing water.

His mind began to calm down with the water streaming down his baldhead. "This day might kick last week's awesome Chinese dinner off the throne for best day ever. I got moved up to S-class, I had some nice pretzel snacks, got me a good workout, and I'm having leftover Chinese food for dinner." Saitama gave a small smile. "I wonder what tomorrow will bring…"

Deep in the cosmos of space, 5 insurmountably powerful warriors were calmly basking in the heat of 3 suns. The Ginyu Force, the most powerful members of the Frieza's army, were each enjoying their yearly three week vacation in the Meridian Star System, which was said to have one of the most diverse ecosystems and pleasant atmospheric conditions.

Guldo, Recoome, Jeice, Burter, and Captain Ginyu moaned in delight as their personal masseuses gently massaged and relaxed their backs.

"Oh, this is the life," said Guldo.

"You can say that again," replied Recoome.

"This is the life." All five of them let out a hearty laugh. "I can't believe we've only been here three weeks. It feels like we've been here for years. It's been so relaxing."

"Well, my team deserves it," said Captain Ginyu. "It's hard to fine such perfect subordinates." The captain's kind words caused causing all his men to slightly blush. "Thanks Captain!"

"Although, if you wanna know the real truth, I've been kind of bored lately," said Burter. Everyone gave a confused look at Burter, as if he was completely out of his mind. "So you don't enjoy this team vacation?" said Captain Ginyu, with hurt evident in his voice.

"No No No! It's not like that! I love all of the games of Yahtzee, the water polo, and the amazing cuisine! But it's just that I kind of want to get in some action, you know? I mean, when was the last time we ever actually fought someone mildly interesting?"

"Ohhhhhh..." The other members of the Ginyu Force nodded at each other in understanding. "I totally know what you mean!" said Guldo. "Every "psychic" I've ever fought on our missions have been jokes!"

"I know, right?" replied Burter.

"Alright, Alright! How about this? After we've finished our massages, how about we do a team training exercise to get our fighting juices flowing back through our bodies?"

"ALRIGHT!"

"Captain Ginyu, you have an incoming message from Lord Frieza!" Ginyu's eyes widened phenomenally, and he scrambled out of his massage table to grab his scouter. The other 4 stared at each other with wide eyes. If Lord Frieza himself was calling, it must have been serious.

"Hello? My Lord?"

The time droned on, and the Captain began nervously sweating. The four other Ginyu Force members looked at each other with equally shaky looks. Did they do something wrong?

"A delivery? In a weeks time? Not a problem at all! The Ginyu Force will be on its way. Thank you, My Lord!" Ginyu clicked the scouter off, and filled with rejuvenated and frantic energy, began frantically putting his armor on. "What's the matter?"

"We're hand-delivering the most advanced scouters to date from the brains at Frieza Planet 245 and joining Frieza in a raid against a planet in the Northern Quadrant of the Galaxy."

"Really?" said Burter. "Whoa. The Northern Quadrant of the Galaxy hasn't yet been annexed into Lord Frieza's Empire. Do you think we'll meet some powerful fighters?"

"Who cares?! All that matters is Lord Frieza needs our attention. Everyone suit up. We're going."

"Yes sir!"

Men and women were screaming and running away in horror from the newest mysterious being terrorizing the citizens. For in M-City, The Tongue Stretcher, a wolf-level threat, had just arisen.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I'm a man who loved all reptiles so much I turned into a reptilian tongue stretcher! You! The dame in the white blouse! Come here and give me some love!" The Tongue Stretcher shot his long tongue out at the woman, who screamed in panic.

"It's a monster!"

"Run!"

"Can't we stop it?"

"That thing took out 5 grown men like they were nothing! We're done for!"

Everyone was running for his or her lives. Well, everyone except one man. The man, with his eyes covered by a cap, began to slowly make his way to the Tongue Stretcher.

"WOAH!" The Tongue Stretcher turned to meet an unexpected stranger standing right behind him. "Who are you? What the hell are you doing?"

Something felt wrong. Sweat beads began to fall down the monster's face as he began to feel an insane pressure emitting from this man. Three claw marks ran across this man's left eye, which only made him more intimidating. "Wait a minute. Don't I recognize those scars?"

The civilians gasped. "That man! He's an S-class hero, the strongest man on the planet!"

"Its King!"

"Wait. You mean you're the legendary…" Tongue Stretcher felt all feeling in his legs evaporate at this realization. Meanwhile, the crowd was filled with a new sense of passion. Chants of "KING!" "Kick that toad's ass!" and "You're the best!" began filling the air.

The wolf-threat monster didn't even try to put up a fight. Him, fighting the strongest man on the planet? Not a chance in hell.

"Please spare me! I didn't mean to cause this much trouble! I'm sorry!"

The woman who was targeted by the Tongue Stretcher walked over to the now defeated monster. She gave it a disgusting look. "Go lick lick in hell, you fucking pervert."

The crow of people began swarming around King like bees to honey, all of them in awe of the way King was able to bring this monster down on his knees without lifting a finger, and all of them desperate to see this legend up close and praise him as the unstoppable hero he was in the eyes of the public.

"I'm in a rush. Can you move aside?"

"Of course! EVERYONE MAKE A PATH FOR HIM!" The people scurried out of his way. For King, the people would do anything.

"Thank you for coming King! We'd be glad to serve you again!" The bell dinged. King was walking out of a Gamestop, with the newest Dating Simulation game "Doki Doki Sisters" Limited First Edition in his hands. 'Finally got it. Now I can just sit back at home and relax with my all new video game console.'

Just a few dozen meters, the two prodigious heroes Genos and Saitama walked out of a market place with groceries in both of their hands. "Did we really have to buy a full box of seaweed? Couldn't we have just gotten like a small bag or something like that?"

"This is a very rare seaweed brand. It was one of the products on-sale at the huge farmers market bargain deal in M-City. I wanted to ensure this supply would last us a few weeks."

"Good thinking there." As the two of them continued to walk down the street, something interesting caught Saitama's attention. Walking just a few meters in front of them was a guy with huge claw-scars running across his face. "Yo who is that guy?"

Genos stood fixated at the man his master pointed out. Genos inched forward in fascination. "Master, that is the S-class Rank 7 hero, King. Why would a man of such stature be roaming the streets alone in such an ordinary place as M-City?"

Without warning, the ground began trembling. Civilian screams began to fill the air, and the sound of mechanical whirs and clicks was present.

"IT'S A MONSTER!"

"PROTECT THE CHILDREN!"

Saitama's face toughened at the sound of trouble. Genos took a fighting position and prepared to engage in combat, but a growing sense of curiosity stopped him. This was a very good time to see just how powerful legendary hero King really was.

The mysterious being that just rose from the ground was a towering and intimidating humanoid robot. It had a singular optic eye that was staring down at King. Its body was lavishly decorated with shiny ornaments and plating, even wearing a royal fur cape and crown, as if he were robotic royalty.

"My name is G4, a Machine God created by The Organization," the robot said with an imperious tone. "You are the strongest hero, King. I have come to eradicate you!"

The frightened citizens felt a wave or relief wash through them.

"GET'EM KING!"

"KICK ITS METAL ASS!"

"Organization?" said King. "I'm the S-Class Rank 7 hero, King. Are you aware of that? I'm the strongest man on this planet."

The mechanical monster unsheathed its sword, swinging it towards King with immense speed, so fast that the citizens didn't even see him move. The tip of the blade stood inches away from King's face, yet King remained stoic and emotionless, not even the slightest hint of worry on his face.

"I have already said I came to kill you! This is a performance test assigned to me, the most powerful warrior of the Organization. Killing you with a surprise attack gains us no useful data. Fight me with everything you've got!"

The crows stood silent, waiting in anticipation to see King defeat the perhaps demon-level threat. After 15 seconds, King finally spoke, and the crowd stood on their heels.

"Alright. I'll humor you and show you what I'm made of. But first I need to use the bathroom. I won't be able to use even half of my strength if I have to hold a gallon full of piss. Then you won't have you're precious data. Once I'm done, I'll gladly kick your ass."

G4 found it very odd that the strongest man on Earth would be having bladder problems at this very moment. But he knew that inconclusive data wouldn't please the Organization. "Very well." G4 put his sword back in his sheath and folded his arms. "I will wait here for 10 minutes for you to expel your disgusting bodily matter. For every minute you are gone, I will kill 10 people. If you have the audacity to escape, then this town will be obliterated."

Everyone ran for their lives, knowing they would be the robot's first victims if King didn't void his bladder in time. Genos and Saitama observed G4 while hiding behind a lamppost. "Dang, that monster looks pretty strong."

"Yes." Genos began scanning G4's energy readings to confirm whether he was truly a robot or not. "High energy readings… There's no doubt that is a robot. His power is extraordinary. Even I, who was built by the genius Dr. Kuseno, might not be able to defeat it. So how will King stop this machine god?"

The bathroom door was locked shut. King stood hunched on the bathroom stall, his eyes very dark. "So, that thing came to kill me. Huh. Hah. Hah…."

The strongest man on Earth began sweating enough to drench his shirt collar. His eyes began to water with tears, and his regularly plain expression turned into one of utter terror. "That thing was terrifying. How the hell did it get to this?"

"I'm not a hero. I'm just a 29-year-old gaming addict living alone. I'm not a fighter. I'm just as scared of these monsters as anybody else. No, I'm ten times more cowardly than everyone else! And the King Engine?" King actually managed to let out a chuckle. "Where the fuck did they come up with that? I'm just so goddamn terrified, other people can actually hear my heart beating. It was just by chance that every single time a demon-level or dragon-level monster was beaten I was standing there. THA'S IT! And to make it even better, it happened 5 times! I was praised as a new, extremely powerful badass, then without my consent, the Hero Association rushed me up all the way to S-class."

"There's no way that robots gonna be scared off just by my name! I'm sick of being a hero! I don't wanna die! Jesus, my heart's about to burst out my chest! What can I do?" His watch blared to life, and his stomach sank to the ground. King began to hear the sound of metal cracking against something hard.

"People are dying… And it's all my fault." He sank his head down to the floor in shame.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

Realizing he couldn't do a single thing to stop G4, the survival-driven part of his brain began to take the wheel. "Could I make a run for it? I mean, if I pick a fight against that thing, I'm gonna die, and he's just gonna kill everyone anyway. But if I get away, a hero who can actually put up a fight could stop that thing." King knew that was just false hope, but it was the only thing he could think that would end well for everyone without him or anyone else having to die.

So, using all the energy he had, he began sprinting for his life, not daring to look back at all the dead bodies he inadvertently sent to their graves.

"I'm so sorry everyone. I'm sorry."

G4 had finally had enough. With his patience past its limit, he swung his sword at the first human he could find. He was expecting blood, bones, and intestines to spill out of the human, but he was shocked when the bystander not only deflected his sword, but also actually managed to shatter the tip. The warrior was none other than Genos himself.

Genos smirked, then launched at the momentarily distracted G4 a rocket punch at full strength. The blow landed straight on G4's face, and sent him flying into the pavement. "You didn't tell me you had a rocket punch. That's kinda cool."

G4 propelled himself up from the ground with backward propulsion systems and stared at this new fighter. He scanned through the Organization's database to see who this was. "Oh, I see. You're the S-class, Rank 14 hero, Demon Cyborg. You're not my primary target, but you're rise through the S-class has been charted by The Organization. Very well." G4 threw a hard downward punch, which Genos was only narrowly able to block with his own arm. "Since King is taking his sweet time, you will be my opponent. Consider this a privilege. You will face G4, the Machine God, at his peak!"

Saitama watched in boredom. "Do you need any help Genos?"

Genos grunted against the strain of G4's fist. "No!" Genos shoved G4's arm off of him, then launched a barrage of flaming punches. "A foe like this needs to be taken out by me alone!"

Saitama shrugged his shoulders. "Alrighty then. But don't get beaten by this loser, got it?"

"Huff huff huff…" The strongest man on Earth was panting and wheezing. After a very long sprint to escape from G4, he finally made it back to his apartment.

"That robots gonna haunt my nightmares for weeks!" King shuddered at the thought of the robots sword slicing him in half. He let out a very long breath, than exhaled to calm himself down. "At least I still got the Doki Doki Sister's game. I'll just play on my console and forget all about it…" King inserted the CD into the gaming console, eager to play. The monitor blared to life.

"Man, I can't get enough of that Doki Doki Sister's opening."

"Wake up Oni-chan! It's morning!"

King looked on in slight annoyance. "What the hells up with this voice actress? Can it be any more dull?"

"Now, lets see what my name will be…" King contemplated his decisions and began moving the toolbox across the different letterboxes. "Should I use my real name? Nah, that's way too embarrassing. It's a tough call…"

"Why not just go with King,…" a random voice said right behind him.

"Nah, using my hero name just sounds stupid. If anyone heard her call me King Oni-chan, I'd blow my brains out…" Wait, what? Standing in his apartment with him was this random bald guy with a Hawaiian shirt. Who was this guy, and how did he get up here?

"Dude, this is the 22nd floor."

"Yea, but the window was open. Pretty easy jumping through it."

"Dude, not cool! You can't just barge into somebody else's apartment room like that! Don't you know I'm an S-class hero?"

Saitama remained emotionless. "Yea. You're King, right?" King stammered. "But I gotta say…"

'Now I remember that guy!' thought King. 'He was that B-class hero at the S-class hero meeting who asked for the tea.'

"I didn't expect you to be into this kind of game," continued Saitama, breaking through King's thoughts. King's entire face turned crimson red. "STOP!" There was no way in hell he could let this B-class hero know he played dating video games.

Bored with the Dating Sim game, he scrounged through King's other video games, and let out a very awe-stricken gasp with what he found. "You have a GameCube? I used to have one of these when I was a kid. Jesus, you have Super Smash Bros Melee, Metroid Prime, and Mario Double Cart? Did you play Super Smash Bros Melee? My god!" Saitama let out a geeky gasp. "You have all generations of Xbox, PlayStation, a Wii, and Wii U? You can actually afford all of this stuff? You're like the coolest gamer ever! Were you gonna play some Super Smash Bros Melee?"

"OF COURSE!" King grabbed the Doki Doki Sister's box from Saitama and threw it hard on the ground. "I'M REALLY INTO THE OLD CLASSIC ACTION GAMES! I THOUGHT I BOUGHT LEGEND OF ZELDA: TWILIGHT ZONE, BUT IT TURNED OUT TO BE A STUPID DATING GAME! I BOUGHT THE WRONG GAME!"

"But it says Doki Doki Sisters right on the cover," said Saitama, sounding unconvinced.

King let out a gasp. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?! HERE I THOUGHT IT READ DOKI DOKI ZELDA: TWILIGHT PRINCESS! THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS LIED TO ME! I'M GONNA DEMAND A REFUND!"

"So can you show me what characters you've unlocked in Super Smash Bros Melee?"

"SURE SURE! Just let me take out the disc first! Look how stupid I am, buying a dating sim!"

"So are you gonna give it a whirl?'

King inwardly scoffed with incredulity. 'Unbelievable. This guy knows who I am, yet he's barged into my home, uninvited, and forced me to stop my private time.'

"Sure… Let me just pick a console."

The battle between the two robots raged on, and both were fighting with everything they had. The civilians watching the battle could only see huge, fiery explosions created from both combatants' attacks. The rest of the hand-to-hand combat was unwatchable due to the insanely high speed they were fighting at.

Genos landed on the ground with a thud. His right faceplate was beginning to form some cracks, and his energy supply was at 50-60% capacity. He couldn't continue this head-on confrontation. If things continued like this, he would run out of energy before G4. If he wanted to be victorious, he had to exploit his advantages and prey on G4's disadvantages. And if he had to choose, G4's weakness was…

An idea popped inside Genos' brain. He did several front flips high up into the air, then, charging his incineration cannons at full power, blasted G4 with an immensely hot ball of fire. G4's royal metal body began to fall apart, the heat of Geno's cannons melting his entire body.

"His gigantic body was his Achilles heel. I've melted him from the inside, which should render him completely immobile. This battle is over."

But wait! Something was emerging from the lava-covered remains of G4. A tiny, dark red being was staring at Genos with two hateful eyes. "Is that the pilot? No… It's his true form!" Dozens of bullets began streaming from the several holes spread around its body. Round two had just begun.

"Dude, you better brace yourself. 4 juggernauts are rolling in." Sipping his apple juice given to him by King, Saitama was watching King play Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III on his Xbox 360. Right now, he was playing survival mode in The Dome arena, since the jungle of cords was nearly impossible to untangle, and the Xbox 360 was already plugged in. King was ripping through waves and waves of soldiers, attack dogs, and helicopters without taking any heavy damage, and he was already at level 25. Hell, he was able to make it all the way to level 18 without using a self-revive. "You're really good at this game. I could never beat the juggernaut without using a heavy machine gun or grenades."

"I went to a lot of video game tournaments when I was a teenager, so I've gotten pretty good at first person shooters and other games like Mario Kart."

'How long is he gonna stay? Can't he just leave already so I can go back to my dating sim game?'

King inwardly sighed and continued to play. But what he didn't notice was that Saitama was squinting at him, concentrating as hard as he could to find a feeling from King like he felt against Vegeta and Nappa last week. But he couldn't sense anything. Nothing even remotely unique was emanating from King. Something smelled fishy, and he was gonna find out what it was.

"So I gotta ask: why did you bail from the fight before? Genos is fighting in your place right now."

Juice came snorting out of King's mouth and nostrils. He thought he'd managed to avoid that questioning from Saitama. What should he say? 'Shit!'

"I came to ask you that question, but then I saw all the gaming consoles and then you started playing Call of Duty. Has fighting monsters become so easy for you that its become boring? Is that why you bailed out on the fight and came to your apartment? King, just tell me. Please tell me what you're thinking, dude."

"I…"

An alarm suddenly blared to life. A woman then began speaking via a PA system.

"Emergency Evacuation! Emergency Evacuation! An immensely large bird has been spotted flying above M-City! It is an estimated Demon-level threat! Stay in your homes!"

"Another alert? That's like the 12th alert this week. Well, Ima head out." Saitama stood up from the floor and grabbed his bags. "Are you gonna leave too, or are you just gonna keep on relaxing in here? I think I'll come back later, especially with all the awesome consoles you had."

'Phew. Now I'll finally relax… Oh look, a bird.' King noticed a crow flying in the distance. But he found it kind of weird that the bird was getting bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

"Oh fuck…"

In an instant, The Giant Crow came crashing through King's apartment, its eyes gleaming with hunger and its teeth bore out to consume its latest prey.

Fortunately for King, Saitama stopped the bird's beak with a single hand.

"Looks like this thing came right to you."

King clutched his heart, which was beating faster than ever. "Holy fuck that startled me."

"I guess the title of strongest man in the world attracts monsters to you, King."

King remained in a state of shock, unable to move a muscle. 'Just great! I've already had terrible luck, but it's gotten even worse recently! I guess this is karma getting back at me for lying. What the hell do I do?'

"Guess you don't have any choice but to fight it. A man's house is his castle, after all."

'Gimme a break. Every time, I was put into a situation where he looked like the hero. Every time I ran away, somebody beat the monsters, and every time I took the credit. Days turned into weeks, and I watched money rolling in. The Hero Association must have assumed I was the one who beat it sine the guy who beat the monsters never showed his face, I was always the only one there, and I have a huge scar across my face which looks badass to some.

'Funny thing is, I've never brawled in my life. The hero name they gave me shows the hero that stands above all heroes; the strongest man on the Earth: King. What a joke. They've got it all wrong. I'm not a King. I'm just a fraud, sitting on a throne of lies. The real King is sitting out there somewhere, living his life without the credit he deserves.

'I have to tell him the truth. If I don't, I'll die.'

"The truth is, I am…" King didn't even have the time to tell the truth before the Giant Crow made his move. He screamed. He screamed with every ounce of terror he had in his body. He closed his eyes and prepared for the death he so rightfully deserved.

King heard a very loud and sharp sound. 'Was that B-class eaten? Why didn't he just run when he had the chance?' He sobbed. 'He didn't have to die. It was my entire fault. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you. I know it's too late for apologies, but please forgive me!"

"So is it true? Are all the rumors about you're strength really just a lie? Is that why I can't sense anything powerful from you?"

King opened his eyes. The B-class hero was standing, some blood on his face and shirt, but other than that, not a single hint of injury. 'How? What happened to the bird? What's happening?'

"Did you seriously piss yourself because of bird?"

King couldn't respond properly. "You beat it… A disaster level demon monster." Nothing made sense.

"Are you okay?"

That blood. That voice. He'd heard them before.

"Everybody run for your lives!" Swarms of people were running from their lives, filled with terror at the newest mysterious being that just arrived. "It's Disaster Level Tiger! Octopus Claw Man!" One man, soon to be known as King, lost his footing, leaving him all alone against this eight-legged monster.

"Eek!" King squeaked like a mouse. The monster looked down at the fresh meat, than swiped at him with his razor sharp claws. The three claws slashed through King's left eye like a box cuter through paper.

"OWWWWW! MY EYE!" King clutched his left eye and began squirming and screaming in pain. Tears and some drool were pouring down King's face, "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Hey, calm down." King still had his eyes closed, the wound still causing him to feel a burning sensation. Who was this man talking to him? "The monster has been taken care of. Is your eye all right? The wound doesn't look that deep, so you should try and open it slowly…" The man did as instructed, and what he saw in front of him was unbelievable. A man in a blue tracksuit had blood all over his face and claw marks all over his body.

"Can you see?"

King looked up at the man, his eyes still tearing up from pain and shock. "Who… who are you?"

The unknown stranger gave a sly smirk. "Me? Well, I'm just trying to become a hero for the fun of it. If you find a hero on the streets fighting monsters, that'll be me."

"But your wounds! You look like you're hurt really bad."

He scoffed at the concern in the man's voice. "What, these scratches? These are nothing. Well anyway, cya. Today's a big sale at the farmer's market." Wiping the blood off of his face, he started jogging down the street as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a man with dumbfounded silence. That guy was gonna make it big someday.

'That man is the splitting image of this B-class hero, minus the hair. It's really him… It has to be."

"King, you alright man?"

"Uhhhh…" King attempted to speak through sobs and a stuffy nose. "I'm sorry."

"So it's true…" Saitama sat on the ground in a cross-legged position. "Huh. Is it fun having the status as the strongest man on the planet, but being a body full of lies and scared shitless?"

"It's terrible. All my "accomplishments" are probably yours. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I already got bumped up all the way to S-class yesterday?"

King's face lit up. "Really? That's great man! Congratulations!"

"Oh thanks man," said Saitama, giving a small smile. "But anyway, you're the hero everybody looks up to."

King's smile returned to a depressed frown. "No, that's not…"

"You're the only one the people know as the strongest man, no matter what. All you have to do is become strong enough to stand up to those monsters, and you'll be alright, don't you think?"

An anime-style sweat drop fell down his face. "What?"

"So are you gonna keep this charade up? Or will you just quit being a hero?"

"I don't have the balls to decide. I have no fucking gender."

"Ok then." Saitama pushed himself off the floor and grabbed his shopping bags. "I gotta get going. See ya later man."

"Hold on a sec! Aren't you pissed at me for taking your credit?"

"You're cool man. I'll probably come over to play smash with you just so you can pay me back." And with a single hop, this former B-class hero was gone.

"What the… Did, did we just become friends?" King let out a chuckle. Guess being a hero wasn't as bad as he thought. He made his first friend in nearly 8 years. What a world.

The aroma of sweat, coffee, pretzel sticks, and cheeze-its permeated the room as the three geniuses with unmitigated intellect continued to work away. Only a day had passed since Minister Sitch had learned of Saitama's power and the three scientists had started analyzing the alien technology, and the three had already made amazing progress.

"Bofoi, have you finished diagraming the control console for replication?" asked Dr. Kuseno.

"I just finished," replied Bofoi. "Alex, have you been able to figure out what kind of elements make up the pod's outer shell?"

"I believe that the outer shell is comprised of 30% magnesium alloy, 30% titanium alloy, 10% silicon carbide, and a few other compounds I still haven't been able to work out. It only weight around 1,000 pounds at the most, which could enable it to go at much faster speeds than expected for a space craft of its size."

"How interesting. I found some of those compounds in the large spacecraft that crashed a few weeks ago. I wonder if there might be some connection. It might also help me figure out how to repair the energy core I recovered…"

"Wait, what did you say?" said Dr. Kuseno.

"What? You mean about the energy core just now?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't I already tell you about all of the parts I recovered from the large spaceship that touched down on Earth a few weeks ago?"

"No, you didn't."

"Ah. Well, my bad." Dr. Kuseno gave Bofoi a very angry and mistrusting look. "I'm sorry, alright? It's just that with all the work we've had to do, it must have slipped my mind. And besides, there was too much damage to reactivate the energy core. I haven't a clue as how to get it starting again. Anyway, brother, have you found out what the fuel source for the alien space pod is?"

Dr. Kuseno gave one last icy look, and sighed. That was probably the best he was going to get out of him. Oh well. They'd work on that later. "The space pod has a very small but extremely potent fuel drive. The fuel box has a VERY thick lead lining, implying it's hiding something remarkably radioactive as to prevent any radiation poisoning for the pilots. We're either going to have to used a remote controlled robot to cut through the lead lining, or we can do it ourselves and protect ourselves with radiation suits. I think its best we use the remote controlled robot to make sure there are no safety parameters breached."

Randall, Bofoi's personal assistant, suddenly spoke to Bofoi through the microphone. "Metal Knight, Demon Cyborg is requesting permission to come down to your laboratory. Should I tell him you're busy?"

"No, send him in."

Ok boss." Bofoi looked away and munched on one of the fortune cookies sitting on his desk. "You know brother, that Chinese restaurant you ordered from wasn't half bad. I didn't expect you to have any sense of dining cuisine."

"Thanks…" said Dr. Kuseno. Still condescending as always, even with compliments.

Dr. Kuseno turned his attention to Alex, who was working in his station. His eyes constantly fluttered open and shut, and many times his head would start leaning down. Dr. Kuseno walked over to Child Emperor, who was so tired he didn't even notice his presence.

"Alex?" No response. "Alex!" Dr. Kuseno shook the boys shoulders firmly to wake him up.

The 10-year-old boy opened his eyes, but had trouble taking in the rays of light. "What? Sorry. I'll get back to work."

"Alex, why don't you get some rest?"

Child Emperor shook his head. "No no, I'm fine. Let me try and find… some more… Fanta…" The fatigue overcame him in seconds, and like that, Child Emperor fell asleep, his head laying right on Dr. Kuseno's chest. Dr. Kuseno couldn't help but let out a warm smile. He was a very gifted child, but even intelligent children needed sleep, no matter how much they denied it.

Bofoi snorted at his assistant's sudden collapse. "Looks like Alex couldn't handle the pressure."

"Like either of us was any better than him back at our age."

"Doctor Kuseno, I'm here."

'Thank god,' thought Bofoi. But when he looked at Genos, he and his brother stepped back with mild shock. Demon Cyborg's entire right face was burned, exposing his metal cranium. His left shoulder had jagged pipes and metal shards sticking out where his arm should have been, and bits and pieces of him were falling on the floor with every step. Whatever Genos did, it was clearly challenging.

Dr. Kuseno immediately rushed to Genos and closely examined his body. "Genos! What happened to you?"

"I did battle with a demon-level robot calling itself Machine God G4. The robot was equipped with amazing power and very advanced artificial intelligence. Although most of it was destroyed, I was able to salvage some of its parts." Genos tossed the remaining parts to the ground. "If any parts are usable, please do so. I want to become stronger."

The two scientists looked at the parts with allure.

"This is unbelievable…"

Whoever built this technology, he, she, or it was clearly someone as intelligent and familiar with robotics as Bofoi and Dr. Kuseno. While it didn't appear as cutting-edge as the extraterrestrial technology, it was certainly a very big step up from what they had built thus far.

"There have been far too many times where I've been bested and Master Saitama has had to save me. I need to improve."

Dr. Kuseno could distinguish the palpable tone of disappointment in his voice. Genos was ashamed in himself. If this would make him gain more confidence in his abilities, he would be glad to upgrade Genos. "You still have room for improvements. Very well. I will try my best."

Genos bowed in respect toward the doctor. "Thank you doctor."

"Now go return to my laboratory for repairs, since Bofoi doesn't have the necessary equipment required for your reconstruction."

"Yes, doctor!" The teenage cyborg sprinted out the door, leaving the two brothers alone once again.

"When are you going to tell him?" said Bofoi. "You can't keep this big a secret from him."

Dr. Kuseno collapsed in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know. I just don't know."