Part I!!

In the eyes of otaku, the world of "One Punch Man" is both exciting and boring, almost except for the weirdo is the weirdo, except for the escape is the escape.

King thinks so, so he actively expands his otaku activities, and in addition to playing games, he also originally made a game script - the Book of Sages!

Now, he has expanded his otaku interest to writing, of course, with his writing, he can't control physical publishing literature, so he deliberately chooses online literature, that is, novels.

He registered an author account on the starting point novel website under China Literature Group, named Bei Yuan, and published a novel called "One Punch Man: The King's Engine", the content of which is based on the "One Punch Man" he had seen in his previous life, combined with King's memories of weirdos, and combined the roles and abilities of Saitama and King to create a new protagonist - Roy (Roy), Roy also means king.

His book process was smooth sailing, 30,000 words signed, and now after more than three months of hard work to update the codeword, it finally reached 300,000 words, and his editor-in-charge Ruoye Ju informed him that he would be on the shelves tomorrow, and the news made him feel high, and he wrote "Testimonials on the Shelf" according to the usual practice.

"First of all, I would like to thank China Literature Group for giving me a stage to show, my editor-in-charge Wakaye Ju for his care and guidance, the readers for their strong support to me, the country, my parents, and CCTVNBA's ......."

King wrote a few thousand words of testimonials, and after reading them himself, he nodded with satisfaction, logged in to the starting point novel network and uploaded the "Testimonials on the Shelf", and then published two chapters of the novel regularly.

He fell asleep in anticipation.

Morning soon came, after the alarm went off, King couldn't wait to lift the quilt, closed his eyes and came to the computer, very skillfully turned on, waiting for the computer to start up for more than ten seconds, he finished the work of going to the toilet, washing and eating breakfast.

Open the starting point novel network, board the author number, go to the subscription column, his eyes widened, his eyebrows danced, and the shelves were set for twenty-four hours - 12457, more than 10,000 were determined, well, a new novel god was born.

"Didi!"

At this moment, a new message popped up in the author's background, and he clicked on it to read:

"Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously pornographic, and we are about to respond to the national policy to seal and deal with your work "One Punch Man: The King Engine (phew, what a bad title)".

King almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, even if you seal my book, and complain about my exquisite title, which is unbearable!

The emperor is angry, and he vents a thousand miles!

"Ahh

King woke up in a fit of rage, sat up straight from the bed, sweating profusely, lifted the quilt and looked, well, it's time to change his underwear.

"Whew, it turned out to be a nightmare!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, hurriedly got out of bed to check the shelves of his novel, and the author's backstage opened, his eyes widened, and he was fixed...... 13。

Burst!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he went to bed silently and continued to sleep, well, it is better to live in a dream.

It's a pity that people have to face reality after all, and he reluctantly got up after grinding in bed for a long time.

No matter how hard the blow is, life must go on.

He went to the toilet to wash and eat breakfast, multi-line operation, all in one go, after all, he is the strongest man, and this strength is still there.

He meditated hard to code out a chapter and published it again, because it was the first time it was on the shelves, he decided to break ten chapters, so he threw himself into the hard code, and got three chapters before noon.

"Well, go out for lunch to comfort yourself, and by the way, change the environmental code word."

After a morning passed, he was relieved, and he went out with his laptop in a good mood, and as always, he gnawed on the Geji fast food restaurant, and he sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, and he could rest assured that he could code words.

He has a bad habit of typing, he likes to read along in a low voice while typing, typing a line and reading a line, which is easy to be regarded as a neuropath.

"Boss, King has already come out, after waiting for half a month, King went out to eat for the first time, this damn cultivator is obviously so powerful, and he is not satisfied, why doesn't he go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun......"

After King came in to nibble on the grid, a man in an overcoat and a felt hat followed, sat down seven or eight places away from King, and spoke in fragments into a miniature walkie-talkie mounted on his collar.

"Shut up, you're nicknamed a tracker, not an announcer." There was an angry roar on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and if he hadn't been wearing headphones, I'm afraid the whole gnawing Geji would have heard it.

"Yes, Boss." The man nicknamed the tracker replied in a low voice, and immediately shut up, silently observing King's every move.

"This Malatang is going to kill me." In a noodle restaurant next to Gnawing Geji, a successful man in a suit and leather shoes is eating spicy tang hatefully, and he is the boss in the mouth of the tracker.

Opposite him is a pretty and charming young lady, nicknamed the camera, who is responsible for observing and recording the situation of the target, and is responsible for the boss.

She glanced at the sparse crowd around her, ate and smiled, and said coquettishly like a couple, "If you don't like Malatang, you can replace it with beef offal noodles, you don't need to be so angry, it will affect the work mood of the meeting." ”

The boss eats spicy hot with his head bored, and looks up from time to time to flirt with the camera, but every love word is something in the words.

After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ears, listened quietly, and said affectionately: "Husband, the family called just now, and the chicken I gave you to mend your body is ready to be slaughtered."

The boss's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled evilly, "Okay, I like you to give me chicken, but it's ......." He said solemnly: "The condiments must be prepared for the chicken soup, and I will call home and tell them." Immediately got up, took out his mobile phone, and went out to make a call.

"Attention tracker, attention tracker, the handcuffs, fishing nets, stun batons and explosion-proof round shields of the dead man team are about to come in, you pay attention to King's situation, and report it as soon as you find something wrong."

The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coke, and took the opportunity to whisper to the walkie-talkie near the collar, "Tracker received." Then he looked up, his gaze swept over King, intentionally or not.

In the next half hour, four muscular men with large toad glasses, caps, masks, or bubblegum walked in, sat down around King, and vaguely surrounded King.

The tracker saw that the group of dead soldiers had already sat down, and King was still enjoying the last lunch without any abnormality, and he immediately reported in a low voice, "Boss, the group of dead soldiers is in place." ”

In the noodle restaurant, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, "Husband, the chickens have been cooked, when will we go home, I will tell them when to start the fire." ”

The boss nodded, and replied: "This chicken is relatively old, and it needs to be boiled for a long time, so let the family not be anxious and be patient."