Z City, uninhabited zone.
Saitama's luxurious apartment.
In the cramped living room, steam billowed.
The fresh aroma of spicy red oil, the sweet taste of clear mushroom soup, and the unique oceanic scent released by the high-quality kelp sponsored by Infinite Kelp intertwined, creating a unique and appetizing flavor.
Corresponding to the rolling smoke was a hotpot war that had long since turned into an exciting battlefield.
"That piece! That biggest piece of fatty beef is mine! Baldy, take your annoying chopsticks away!"
"Huh? Hotpot battlefield, first come, first served, don't you understand? You're just too slow, you brat! Don't block my meat!"
"...Baldy!!"
"You brat!!"
In the center of the apartment, on either side of the boiling hotpot, two figures, one green and one yellow, stood in fierce opposition, their terrifying aura almost stopping the red oil soup from bubbling.
Terrible Tornado was currently floating in mid-air, her black form-fitting dress gently fluttering under the surging Psychokinesis, outlining the cute and petite figure of a young girl.
Her small, exquisite face, no bigger than a palm, was flushed red with anger, and her emerald green curly hair stood on end.
Visible green luminescence surrounded her, and Psychokinesis transformed into countless invisible arms, manipulating her chopsticks to dart through the pot like lightning, with a clear objective—
All the most expensive and largest meat slices!
And her opponent, Saitama, was even more formidable.
As everyone knew, there was never such a thing as "skill" in Saitama's dictionary; there was only absolute power.
He sat cross-legged, his bald head gleaming under the light, his upper body motionless, like a meditating Buddha statue.
Only his hands, holding cheap wooden chopsticks, were moving so fast they were a blur!
Normal Series—
"Normal Chopstick Grab"!
Clang, clang, clang—!
The two pairs of chopsticks collided fiercely in the pot, splashing hot oil that made onlookers retreat three paces.
As a result, the pair of chopsticks enveloped in green Psychokinesis luminescence lost, flying far away!
"D-damn it! You guy!!"
Tornado was furious; her Psychokinesis was repeatedly thwarted by Saitama's unreasonable speed!
Seeing a plump piece of marbled beef about to fall into the enemy's hands, she gritted her teeth, and her Psychokinesis instantly erupted!
A green Psychokinesis palm descended from the sky, attempting to flip Saitama, chopsticks and all.
Boom—!
The entire apartment trembled!
Saitama didn't even lift his head, merely flicking his wrist, and an invisible force easily defused Tornado's psychic impact.
He seized the opportunity, scooped up the beef with his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.
"Mmm! Melts in your mouth!"
Saitama let out a satisfied sigh, not forgetting to comment, "The soup base cooked with fresh kelp is indeed fresh, much better than what the supermarket sells."
"Ah ah ah! I'll kill you! I'll tear down this broken apartment of yours!!"
Tornado completely lost control, and the green light instantly surged, causing the entire building to groan under the strain.
"Sister! Calm down! Calm down!!"
At the critical moment, a curvaceous and alluring figure flew forward, tightly embracing Tornado's slender waist.
Hellish Blizzard had clearly dressed up carefully today; a well-tailored dark green long dress paired with dazzling jewelry perfectly showcased her mature, voluptuous, and elegant figure and demeanor.
But at this moment, she had no regard for her image.
She hung on her enraged sister like a rag doll, her feet lifted off the ground by the Psychokinesis, her skirt flying up to reveal her long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.
"Hansen decorated this apartment! If you break it, you won't get off easy! Think about the consequences!!"
Blizzard shouted hoarsely into Tornado's ear.
Tornado "..."
Hearing that name, which she both loved and hated, Tornado's movements suddenly stiffened.
The raging inferno of her anger was like a bucket of cold water poured over it, instantly extinguishing more than half.
She gritted her teeth, stiffly turned her head in mid-air, and glared fiercely at Saitama: "Hmph..."
"For that guy's sake, I'll let you off for now today!"
"Next time... next time I'll twist you and your bald head into a pretzel!"
Faced with this blustering threat, Saitama merely picked his ear, and taking advantage of Tornado's tsundere moment, he swiftly snatched three more plates of lamb.
Hamster chewing. JPG
"You—!"
Tornado's small chest heaved violently with anger, almost causing her to faint.
Seeing this, Blizzard finally breathed a sigh of relief, sliding softly down from her sister.
Her mission tonight was even more arduous than dealing with a Demon-level Monster.
Uh, dealing with Demon-level Monsters was indeed very arduous for her usually... No, that was in the past!
As soon as she thought about getting super strong again after the hotpot, Blizzard immediately perked up, dragging her exhausted body back to her seat—
Between Hansen and Tornado.
To her left was Tornado, slightly tipsy and on the verge of exploding again at any moment.
To her right was her beloved, whom she needed to serve carefully.
Giving emotional support to both sides, she was as busy as a spinning top.
"Hansen... please control my sister..."
Blizzard buried her flushed cheeks into Hansen's shoulder, her voice tinged with a tearful, almost whining, and coquettish tone.
Hansen, leaning lazily against the back of his chair, chuckled at her words.
He reached out, and through the thin fabric, he soothingly stroked Blizzard's smooth, delicate back, whose skin was as white as snow.
"It's fine, let her be."
Hansen's voice was deep and magnetic, and he smiled, saying, "They're all quite sensible right now, aren't they?"
As he spoke, he opened his mouth to receive a slice of freshly cooked marbled beef that Blizzard had picked for him.
Blizzard: "..."
—You call this sensible?
Blizzard cast a resentful glance at her man, then resignedly continued to shoulder the dual responsibilities of "feeding" and "mediating."
She bustled back and forth, the breathtaking white skin inadvertently revealed at her neckline when she bent over, and the full curves swaying beneath her long dress with her movements, kept Hansen's eyes glued to her.
Hmm, the post-meal digestion exercise plan, it's time to put it on the agenda!!
On the other side of the battlefield, the scene was completely different.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!!
Thump-thump-thump-thump!!
The heavy and rhythmic sound of the Emperor Engine became the most exciting background music for this hotpot feast.
Under the booming drumbeat from his chest, Mr. King sat upright, his eyes glowing with pure white psychic energy, and his bowl was unexpectedly piled high with ingredients.
Ever since unlocking Genos as a powerful hotpot partner, Mr. King had been living a good life.
With their cooperation, they could maintain a certain level of survival even on the perilous hotpot battlefield.
Well, at least they wouldn't starve to death.
—Mr. King's oppressive aura has increased again... Is this the eating rhythm of a strong person?
—Controlling the entire situation without a sound, watertight, truly terrifying!
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