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I Became a Godly Cameraman in my Hero's World

In a fantastical twist, an avid One Punch Man fan finds himself mysteriously transmigrated into the world of their beloved manga. Now trapped in the world of heroes and monsters, they take on the role of a cameraman, capturing the epic battles and hilarious encounters that unfold. Inspired by the presence of their favorite hero, Saitama, the transmigrated fan decides to create a documentary series chronicling the life of the Saitama and all-powerful hero. As he navigates this chaotic world, he aims to uncover the true story behind the Caped Baldy and share it with fans across the multiverse. With humor, action, and a dash of mystery, this fan's journey as a cameraman in the One Punch Man universe promises to be an unforgettable adventure.

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Saitama and Haruto's Cringe Comedy Show

Saitama's apartment was shrouded in a peculiar silence, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the rustling of the curtains in the morning breeze. Saitama lay motionless, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead, tangled in his bedsheets. It was a restless night, marked by a particularly strange dream.

In the dream, a gigantic crab had challenged him to a game of rock-paper-scissors, and the stakes were high – if Saitama lost, the crab threatened to place a bug on his finger. Saitama was never one to back down from a challenge, even in his dreams, but when he threw out his choice, he lost.

"I will not play rock-paper-scissors with you, you got a bug around your finger," he shouted Suddenly, Saitama jolted upright, gasping for air as if he'd been drowning. His eyes flew open, and he looked around in a daze, his apartment bathed in the soft morning light.

Haruto was sitting on the couch peacefully sipping on his green tea. He loved the tranquility of Saitama's apartment. But as soon as he heard Saitama's bizarre shout, he choked on his tea, sputtering and coughing uncontrollably. The tea sprayed everywhere, desperately, he tried to clear his throat, but it only made matters worse. In a panic, he bolted from his chair and rushed towards the bathroom., fearing he might just vomit out a lung.

After a few minutes, Haruto re-emerged from the bathroom, his face pale and sweaty, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Saitama, still slightly flushed from his choking fit.

"You scared me half to death!" Haruto said, his voice shaky. "I thought you were sleeping peacefully."

Saitama scratched his head, feeling a bit guilty. "Sorry about that, Haruto. Bad dream, I guess."

Saitama continued as Haruto brought him green tea, "So, What happened to me?."

Haruto sat down and explained, "You collapsed right after you defeated Crablante, so I rushed you to the hospital. You were unconscious for a while."

Saitama furrowed his brow. "What about the kid?"

Haruto adopted a comically serious tone. "The kid has been taken care of."

Saitama's eyes widened. "You killed him?"

Haruto burst into laughter. "No, Saitama! I approached the police and handed him over to his parents. No harm done."

Saitama realized he was back in his apartment and was puzzled. "Why am I here instead of the hospital?"

Haruto shrugged. "Your injuries weren't too deep, so the doctor said I could take you home."

Saitama gave him a wary look. "Are you a stalker or something? How do you know this place?"

Haruto scratched his head, trying to think of a convincing answer, "Well, I saw your ID in the suitcase you were carrying, and there was this address written on it."

Saitama nodded, understanding. "I see. By the way, how many days have I been out?"

Haruto answered, "You collapsed on Friday, and today is Monday. So, you've been out for two days."

Saitama's eyes widened in shock. "Monday? I was supposed to go to a big sale! How am I going to survive this week?"

Haruto chuckled, "Hey, priorities. Your health comes first. And don't worry about it. I already took care of everything. I went shopping in your place and even bought some discounted stuff for you."

Saitama knelt before Haruto, eyes filled with gratitude, and spoke in a dramatic, almost divine tone, "I will never forget and will repay your blessing, my savior."

Haruto waved it off with a grin. "It's alright, but if you want to repay me, I have a request."

Haruto blushed and said, "It's alright, Saitama. But if you really want to repay me, I have a small request."

Saitama eagerly asked, "What is it, my savior? Name your desire!"

Haruto blushed a little and said, "Stop calling me 'savior.' It's embarrassing. Anyway, I have a unique ability. I'm a cameraman and have this So called System which is only available to me. I've captured some scenes of you, like your conversation with Crablante and your fight with him."

Saitama's eyes widened in awe as he realized what Haruto was getting at. "So, what's your request?"

Haruto hesitated, then said, "I want to create a documentary about you. I promise it won't make you uncomfortable."

Saitama nodded without a second thought. "Okay."

Haruto facefaulted, surprised by the simplicity of the agreement. "Is it really that easy? You don't even wanna know my reasons?."

Saitama looked at Haruto and said, "You helped me overcome my negativity. And I can't say no to my savior, so I allow it."

Haruto was touched that his idol had granted his request.

Haruto couldn't believe his luck and blinked back tears. His idol had just agreed to be the subject of his documentary. "Thank you! This means so much to me."

Haruto cleared his throat and said, "Ah, I'm new in this city, and I'm looking for an apartment. Do you know a place?"

Saitama thought for a moment. "Well, there's an empty room right above us. You can rent it if you like."

Haruto smiled. "I guess we were friends a while ago, and now we'll be neighbors. Thanks."

With a cheerful goodbye and a promise to return with his luggage, Haruto left Saitama's apartment. But just as he was about to step out the door, he abruptly turned back, his eyes brimming with comically exaggerated tears.

"Wait! Saitama, can I use your phone, please?" He began fake sobbing, with exaggerated sniffles.

Saitama blinked in surprise. "Uh, sure, why?"

Haruto continued with his performance. "It's just that... I need to call my parents, and my phone got stolen by Crablante, and... and... please, I'll be lost without it!"

Saitama, torn between laughter and sympathy, handed over his phone. "Okay, okay, stop crying. Just make it quick. Alright."

Haruto took the phone, grinned slyly, and quickly dialed a number, Speaking with his Butler Jeeves, telling him he was alright. Saitama could hardly contain his amusement as he watched his new neighbor's theatrics.

Haruto continued to ham it up for a few more moments before finally making his exit with a cheerful wave and promises of returning with his luggage. Saitama couldn't help but chuckle at the theatrical display. It seemed that life was about to get a lot more entertaining with Haruto as his new neighbor and documentary filmmaker.

To Be Continued...

The last para was Cringe, I know it.

Promise this is the last cringy chapter.

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