Chapter 204: Changing Faces Faster Than Flipping Pages!
The accusation, backed by video evidence, spread like wildfire the moment it was broadcast.
In an extremely short time, the matter caused a massive public uproar.
Almost every major faction turned its gaze toward the sword in Sonic's hand.
Asuramaru.
A legendary god said to govern swords.
A weapon that could make its Sword Master stronger simply by hunting Monsters.
A power like that was enough to stir greed in anyone.
After the controversy fermented for a short while, wealthy figures from various cities stepped forward together and held a joint press conference.
Their request was simple.
They hoped Sonic would temporarily hand Asuramaru over to them for research.
As compensation, they were willing to pay ten billion yen.
Most of the public sided with the wealthy.
People were selfish by nature.
They did not care that Sonic had once protected them. They only cared about why Sonic alone was allowed to keep growing stronger with Asuramaru.
Why could he monopolize such power?
Why could he possess a secret that might allow humanity to become stronger, yet refuse to share it?
As for Sonic himself, he only looked at those ugly faces on the television with complete indifference.
"They want me to hand over Asuramaru?"
His tone was calm, but it carried a chilling killing intent.
"These people really don't know anything. Maybe I should just kill all these rich fools."
After thinking for a moment, however, Sonic temporarily abandoned that idea.
After all, he still needed his hero identity to mock Saitama.
But that did not mean he would spare everyone.
Anyone who dared to come for the sword would die.
Inside the sword, Asuramaru watched the press conference on television, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He felt that things were not so simple.
Could these brainless wealthy people really gather this much intelligence by themselves?
More importantly, the footage had all been taken in City Z's Ghost Town.
That made Asuramaru suspect that the true mastermind behind this matter was a Monster.
Most likely, it had been arranged by Psykos, the brain of the Monster Association.
If there were no surprises, these wealthy people had either been lured by profit or directly controlled by Monsters.
Do they want to use human malice to restrain Sonic?
This was an open scheme.
If Sonic did not kill, he would be endlessly harassed.
If he killed, he would be branded a criminal, giving the Hero Association a reason to dispatch S Class Heroes to suppress him.
Either way, it would effectively restrain him.
At the very least, it would keep Sonic from hunting Monsters for the time being.
After figuring this out, Asuramaru could not help praising the move in his heart.
Clever.
The key to breaking this deadlock was to avoid contact with these people as much as possible.
Thinking of this, Asuramaru told Sonic his analysis.
After hearing it, Sonic's expression paused slightly.
He had really not considered that point.
But he still put on an act.
"Of course I saw through it too. I was thinking the same thing."
His eyes turned cold again.
"But anyone who dares to come for the sword, I won't let a single one go."
Asuramaru agreed with that.
Even if Sonic ran out the next moment and killed all those wealthy people, it would still be perfectly reasonable.
Next door, Saitama was lying on the tatami and happened to see the same news while watching television.
Genos, who was doing housework beside him, seemed to realize something when he saw the report.
"So that stalker became strong so quickly because of that special sword."
His mechanical eyes focused on the screen.
"The god who governs swords, Asuramaru. I wonder if he could make me stronger too."
Before Genos could finish, Saitama rolled over lazily and reminded him, "Genos, aren't you a robot right now?"
Genos froze.
Saitama continued with the casual confidence of someone who had played too many video games.
"Based on my gaming experience, that kind of sword definitely has a lot of troublesome conditions. Besides, how would your mechanical body get stronger? Would your parts just get harder?"
After hearing this, Genos finally came to his senses.
His master was right.
He could not exactly ask the god inside the sword to learn mechanical engineering and upgrade his parts.
"I understand, Master."
With that, Genos began wiping the table with even more focus.
Saitama also recalled the sword in Sonic's hand.
It had felt extremely special to him.
And Mumen Rider seemed to have a sword that gave him the same feeling.
Saitama fell into thought for a moment.
But soon, he remembered something far more important.
Today was the Saturday big sale.
He should buy some beef for hotpot tonight.
With only a wall between them, Sonic was also curious whether Saitama was interested in Asuramaru.
After pondering for a moment, he thought about the information he had previously investigated.
Then he made a decision.
He would buy some Special Grade beef and go to Saitama's place for dinner.
While he was there, he could test Saitama's attitude toward Asuramaru.
Once the thought appeared, Sonic acted immediately.
He left the apartment at once.
However, the moment he stepped onto the street, a robot over three meters tall blocked the end of the road.
Its one eyed camera stared at him.
Then it drew a giant sword from its back, and a synthetic mechanical voice sounded.
"I am Machine God G6. Hand over Asuramaru..."
Before it could finish speaking, Sonic had already swept past it in silence.
The robot's head flew off.
Sonic casually tossed it to the roadside.
"Trash like this dares to come for the sword?"
As for the Machine God Organization, if Sonic knew where those people were hiding, he would have gone there and destroyed the entire organization long ago.
The Machine God Organization's probe also served as a warning to everyone watching from the shadows.
It told them one cold, hard fact.
This man really would kill.
By the time Sonic finished buying beef and returned home, the communicator at his waist began vibrating.
After he answered, the voice of a staff member came from the other end.
"Hello, Mr. Sonic. I am a staff member from the Hero Association."
The staff member's tone was cautious.
"The Association higher ups unanimously hope that you can hand Asuramaru over to us for a few days of research, so..."
Before the other party could finish, Sonic gave his answer.
"Cut the crap."
His voice was icy.
"If you dare to come for the sword, then be prepared to die."
"I don't mind killing everyone involved."
He ended the call immediately.
That was his answer.
Anyone who dared to come for Asuramaru would die.
If they stripped him of his hero rank because of it, then he would personally kill everyone involved and leave no one behind.
After the Hero Association learned of his response, most of the higher ups felt helpless.
They had only asked with a try and see attitude in the first place.
However, a few higher ups and several directors did not think that way.
They immediately wanted to give Sonic a show of force.
Of course, they would not reveal that intention openly for now.
After all, the Hero Association was not entirely under their control.
Night soon fell.
Sonic left his home and turned to knock on Saitama's door.
Knock, knock, knock.
This time, the person who opened the door was Saitama.
When he saw Sonic standing outside, he immediately felt a headache coming on.
"Is it already time to collect rent?"
Hearing that, Sonic lifted the transparent bag in his right hand.
There was a special logo printed on it.
"I'm not here for rent."
His expression remained calm.
"I'm coming to your place for dinner tonight. I brought Special Grade Kobe Beef."
Beef.
And Special Grade?
Saitama's expression changed at once.
A smile appeared on his face, and he hurriedly opened the door wider.
"Then hurry up and come in."
He changed faces faster than flipping pages.
Sonic stepped forward and entered the apartment.
On the tatami, several ingredients had already been laid out.
At the center, a hotpot was steaming.
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