Turning around, Saitama's dead-fish eyes stared at the terrorists with clear irritation.
Just minutes ago, these bandits had been dreaming about booze, meat, and women. Now, they were like quails caught in a freezing wind—heads ducked low, trembling—especially when they saw the tank barrel, as tall as a man, in Saitama's hand.
A chill shot from the top of their skulls down to the soles of their feet.
"Ahhh—monster!"
"Run!"
"God save me! I repent, I was wrong!"
"Demon… bald demon… help!"
The terrified screams erupted. Moments earlier, they'd been shouting threats. Now, each one ran for their lives, abandoning trucks, jeeps, and weapons in a frantic rush to escape—cursing their parents for not giving them two more legs.
In less than two minutes, every terrorist had fled Sayar, trampling each other in their panic—many dying in the chaos.
"Ah… Are you the God sent by Heaven to save us?"
"May the merciful Lord bless you, my God!"
"Our benefactor! Our savior!!"
The townspeople, who had been in despair, collapsed in relief and gratitude. Even the injured crawled over to Saitama, gazes filled with devotion and reverence.
[Ding~~ You have rescued the people of Sayar in the Middle East. Main quest completion: 11%]
The system's notification rang in his ears.
With a monster like Saitama appearing, the so-called Laza militants wouldn't dare return anytime soon. But… only 11%?
What was going on? He'd practically saved the whole village in one sweep.
Oh well—11% was 11%. Saitama couldn't be bothered to think about it. Everything he did was for fun anyway.
"I'll leave the rest to you. I have other things to do."
Speaking to the kneeling villagers, Saitama decided to make a quick exit—handling this kind of situation wasn't his thing.
"God's messenger, please tell us your name! So we can remember your grace for generations!"
An elderly man, clearly the village chief, stepped forward. Every gaze turned to Saitama, brimming with gratitude and devotion.
To them, what had just happened could only be explained as a "miracle."
"My name? I'm Saitama, a professional hero for fun."
With that, he turned to leave. The next side quest was close by anyway.
"Great Saitama God, our village will honor you for generations! Thank you for coming!"
Led by the elder, every villager knelt in thanks for surviving the disaster.
What Saitama didn't expect was that, a year later, the village of Sayar would build a statue of the bald hero. This statue would make Sayar one of the most famous landmarks in the Marvel world—a "place of divine descent" that top scientists dreamed of reaching.
The village lay about twenty kilometers from Laza's secret base, across barren desert. A military jeep roared through the wasteland, its engine overheating and smoking, but the driver kept the gas pedal floored.
"God, I must be having a nightmare! Boss Martin is dead!"
"Damn it! Even our tank got thrown! I swear on my dead father's grave, I've never seen anything like it—pure devil!"
"Here, have a smoke… calm down…"
The two fleeing militants, still pale from shock, lit cheap cigarettes. The passenger flicked his lighter for the driver.
"Hey! Can't you aim the damn lighter?"
But after several tries, he realized the driver's aim wasn't the problem—he was frozen stiff, eyes wide, staring out the window.
"…You… beside you…"
The cigarette dropped from his mouth. The driver's face twitched as he signaled for his companion to look out the window.
A cold dread settled in the passenger's gut. Mechanical as a robot, he turned his head—
"OMG!!"
The scream tore through the air. This burly man's voice was high-pitched with fear.
The bald demon was right there, running alongside the jeep—and he turned his head to meet their eyes. The moment their gazes met, it felt like their hearts would explode.
Before the man could finish screaming—
BANG—RIP—
The jeep's armored door tore away like paper under Saitama's red-gloved hand. The passenger vanished with a scream, flung away along with the twisted door, disappearing into the sky.
Saitama exhaled and sat down in the jeep. The driver's mind had gone completely blank, even forgetting to steer.
"Hey! Watch where you're driving! If you crash, that's dangerous!" Saitama reminded him irritably.
(End of Chapter)
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