The man who appeared was none other than the Governor.
The moment he stepped out of the lightning sphere, Saitama recognized the classic traits right away:
Bulging muscles, a body like forged steel, and…
Saitama's gaze slipped downward for a second, only to see a giant blur of pixelation. He immediately looked away, pretending he hadn't seen anything at all.
Loken, however, used that brief distraction to launch a sneak attack at Saitama.
Boom!
Her heavy punch sent Saitama skidding back several steps.
It wasn't that her punch was too strong for him to withstand. Rather, Saitama took the impact on purpose and used that force to push himself closer to the spot where the sphere of lightning had just appeared.
As a transmigrator, he had to admit—he really wanted to take a commemorative photo with the Governor.
On the other side, just as Loken was about to press her attack, she suddenly felt something wrong with her hand. When she looked down, she saw that, from her wrist down, her body had reverted to a lump of raw metal.
"This human has tremendous power," Loken's internal processes concluded. "Why can't I find any record of him in the future database?"
Creak.
She tilted her head slightly, trying to run another scan on Saitama.
Once again, the result came back empty.
"Could he be another traveler from the future?" Loken speculated.
Robots like her had their own mission-prioritization protocols, and everything in those protocols pointed toward one thing: complete the mission above all else.
Now, for the first time, she felt her mission difficulty spike. A flicker of something very close to a human "rage" state rose within her.
She decided that all unstable variables had to be eliminated.
Boom!
Loken's arm shifted and unfolded into a cannon, and she fired at Saitama.
A massive fireball detonated in front of him, the heat wave whipping his cape so hard it snapped and billowed behind him.
The residents who had been running for their lives earlier had just made it safely into their homes when the explosion rattled their windows. Instinctively, they peeked outside.
In that instant, they all saw a familiar figure.
Saitama.
And a short distance in front of him stood the other figure—Loken, whose beauty could rival any Victoria's Secret model.
Nearby Resident 1: "Oh my God, why does Saitama always run into these ridiculously beautiful women?"
Nearby Resident 2: "I just watched his new blockbuster today, and now I get to see a live-action performance for free! That movie ticket was totally worth it. From now on, I'm a Saitama fan!"
Nearby Resident 3: "Kids these days are really into fighting… I don't even know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Also, what's with that naked guy over there?!"
A bit further away, an on-duty police officer grabbed his radio. "Calling U.S. Defense Department, calling Defense Department—there's a high-level battle near Beverly Hills! Hero Saitama is on the scene!"
Beep—
An alarm blared, echoing across the entire country.
In the White House, officials immediately switched to military satellites to watch the battlefield in real time.
Trump, whose tolerance for chaos had toughened a lot by this point, still couldn't help yelling at the screen, "What is this, some kind of story about one beautiful woman and two weird male leads?"
By then, the think tank had already pulled up the on-site data.
"Mr. President, according to our investigation, the three individuals present: one is the woman who shot a pizza shop employee and then rampaged through multiple red lights. Of the remaining two, aside from Saitama, whom we already know, the other man does not match any entry in our database."
Trump's eyes widened. "So you're telling me we're facing another unidentified intruder?"
He took a breath, calmed himself a little, and focused on Saitama's figure again.
"Good thing Saitama is there. He can handle this."
Saitama, completely unaware that the entire nation was watching, casually walked up to the Governor, pulled out his phone, and struck a pose—thumb raised in the Governor's classic "I'm back" gesture—as he snapped a selfie with him.
"…"
All across America, from the White House to the humblest home, no one understood what Saitama had just done.
Did this "I'm back" pose have some special meaning?
Trump mimicked the gesture, lifting his thumb the same way. For a moment, he felt like everyone in the room was staring at him—and he suddenly thought he looked a lot more handsome.
Ordinary viewers, meanwhile, just thought it looked cool.
In no time at all, before the Terminator 3 Governor himself had a chance to officially show off the pose, the "I'm back" gesture had already spread across the entire country.
…(Please send flowers)…
The Governor glanced at Saitama, completely confused.
Like Loken, he had scanned Saitama as soon as he arrived. But his system quickly returned a single clear result: Saitama was a hero of humanity.
What was going on?
The Governor felt as if his internal database had been scrambled. It was like, at the exact moment he time-traveled, another flood of information had washed over him and forcibly reformatted his original data.
Now, his memory banks held only one core entry: Saitama is a human hero.
"…"
From the Governor's perspective, when a human hero gave him a thumbs-up, he naturally had to learn from that.
So, on the battlefield, the Governor also struck the "I'm back" thumbs-up pose.
For a moment, the whole scene veered straight into absurd comedy.
But Loken's renewed attack shattered that brief moment of humor.
She reached into her internal armory and pulled out a rapid-fire gun, unleashing a continuous barrage at Saitama.
People watching couldn't begin to understand where she was pulling all those weapons from.
Saitama simply crossed his arms in front of him and tanked the entire rain of bullets head-on.
As the two clashed again, everyone finally realized that this beautiful woman was just as terrifyingly strong as she was stunning.
Very soon, their fight grew more and more intense.
They battled off the main road and straight into the residential area.
At that point, Saitama started to feel the real pressure of being a hero.
He had to defeat Loken without harming any of the nearby residents—and then find a way to contain her afterward.
From what he remembered of the original story, Loken was a robot whose offensive capabilities had been heavily upgraded, but whose physical durability had been dialed back.
Otherwise, she never would have been pinned by the Governor, dragged halfway across the ground, and finally crushed under a massive chunk of stone on the eve of Judgment Day.
"In that case," Saitama thought, "I'll just split her in two directly."
Before he even had his fill of the fight, he stepped in and unleashed a Shiriasu Panchi (Serious Punch).
Boom!
The beauty who had shocked everyone just moments ago was smashed back into her true form in an instant.
(End of Chapter)
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