Chapter 017
"This is my uncle's territory! Who allowed you to live here without permission!?"
"Hey," Saitama raised his head and looked with mild curiosity at the street lamp-shaped weirdo with human features. "Do you mean I need to pay rent to you? But I don't have any money."
"Trying to live for free without money? No! This is not about money!" The street lamp weirdo stretched its spindly frame like an insect. The lamp-head twisted into a sinister grin. "Since you're here, you can die here! Ahahaha-ugh!"
Amid the crack of thunder, Joshiro activated his Thunder Chakra Mode and leapt onto the top of the street lamp weirdo. Furious Heart might be classified as a long-range assassin-type ability, but in Joshiro's hands, it executed perfectly in close quarters. He clenched his fist as lightning condensed tightly into his palm. With his body drawn taut like a bowstring, he released the strike in one smooth motion.
Boom!
The thunder-wrapped punch shattered through the metal entirely. The lamp-head exploded on impact, and the body collapsed into twisted and scorched fragments under the surge of lightning.
Joshiro stepped back lightly. "Next time you come across weaklings like this who enjoy boasting, just end it quickly."
"Got it!" Saitama's eyes lit up as he nodded in agreement, watching the fight closely. While Joshiro used telekinesis to restore the damage done to the ground, he tossed the remains of the weirdo into an unfinished construction site before decomposing the monster card and absorbing the attributes. The creature had been tall but lacked substance; its strength was at best Tiger-level and yielded only a couple of N-rank Power cards.
As the sun fell below the horizon, Saitama finished tidying the room where he was moving in. To mark the occasion, Joshiro opened the hot pot ingredients he had prepared earlier and placed several bottles of beer beside them. The two of them ate together after the battle. Saitama's appetite for the spicy broth was immense, and he showed noticeable improvement in his stamina and resistance compared to before.
Joshiro eventually had to focus more seriously to keep pace, forcing himself to withstand Saitama's relentless pace at the table. When they were finally finished, both were exhausted.
"Burp…" Joshiro stood, stretching lightly. "I'll leave the dishes to you. I'm heading out first."
Saitama sat in silence as he watched Joshiro exit through the balcony and rise into the night sky without hesitation. Rubbing his full stomach, Saitama leaned back against the wall and let his thoughts settle on the next fight to come.
…
[Fantasy Card: Limiter Fragments ×20]
[Fusion Possible!]
The hot pot meal seemed to complete a collection cycle. The substitute relayed the notification almost immediately. Joshiro noted the change in expression calmly; compared to the first fusion, the number required had simply doubled. He had expected the second "Limiter Breakthrough" to take hundreds of fragments, but twenty alone were enough this time.
On his way home, he completed the fusion process.
[Fantasy Card: Limiter Breakthrough – ACT2]
[Card Type: Special Card]
[Rarity: N+]
[Introduction: The fusion of unknown fragments containing the power of an invisible concept]
[Effect 1: Restrictions Lifted]
Allows any chosen attribute to break through racial growth limits once.
[Effect 2: Controllable Breakthrough]
Choose a specific attribute of any chosen subject to surpass racial growth restrictions.
Joshiro narrowed his eyes as he studied the text. The bald figure of Saitama appeared again on the card illustration. This second version was sharper in its output, and the addition of the new effect, "Controllable Breakthrough," aligned perfectly with his capabilities and plans going forward.
Summoning his substitute out of habit, he ran the card through his fingers and murmured. The cards shivered faintly in his hand, as if reluctant. He dismissed the hesitation with a shake of his head and pushed the artifact back into the void.
Later, after showering, he walked out with only a towel loosely wrapped at his waist. Beads of water clung to his skin, flowing across the well-defined symmetry of his physique. Standing in front of the mirror briefly, he raised the "Limiter Breakthrough" card and pressed it against his chest to activate.
Heat spread instantly through his body, like molten metal rushing outward from his core. He blinked once and glanced quickly at the floor, confirming the ground was still intact. The sensation was contained entirely within him. Reassured, he allowed his focus to sink into the changes taking place.
Every attribute elevated drastically. His four-dimensional profile under the substitute system climbed to new peaks, surpassing previous limitations entirely. Compared with the incremental growth from daily training and card decompositions, this was a leap across eras of power, like advancing from the age of steam to the age of nuclear energy.
Notifications pulsed in sequence-
"Spider Sense: Enhanced."
"Telekinesis: Enhanced."
"Martial Strike Efficiency: Enhanced."
"AT Force Field: Enhanced."
"Breath Control and Body Techniques merged into: Flowing Rock Shattering Fist – Remnant."
The changes continued in rapid succession until stability was reached. The heat dispersed slowly from his limbs, leaving only the lingering pulse of strength across muscle and spirit.
Then four further options projected before his eyes: Strength, Speed, Physique, Spirit.
Joshiro had already decided long before this moment. His gaze fixed onto Spirit, and the breakthrough pulsed once more.
Mental energy surged outward. Blue arcs flooded from the space between his brows, filling the apartment in a neon glow before stretching too far. For a moment the building itself groaned under the weight of the unfocused pressure.
Joshiro snapped to full attention and realized the effect of his uncontrolled expansion. Without hesitation, he redirected his telekinesis and compressed the energy back but could feel resistance building. His usually well-disciplined psychic control was buckling under the new surge of power.
Glancing once at the night sky beyond the window, he made his choice and propelled himself outside, his telekinesis carrying him upward in a single sharp movement. A powerful AT field condensed beneath his feet as he left the confines of the apartment behind.
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