Hero

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for successfully defeating the Potato Monster (Tiger Level), earning 1100 experience points and 100 points.]

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for completing the daily task of defeating monsters (1/1), earning 550 experience points and 50 points.]

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for reaching level 5, receiving rewards of +1 Constitution, +1 Energy, +1 Spirit, and 100 points.]

[Ding! Congratulations to player Aomori for unlocking the new function - Dungeon. Do you choose to enter the dungeon immediately?]

"No."

The exhilaration from leveling up dispelled the soreness in Aomori's muscles. He put away the "Best Sword in the Village" in his hand, stretched his limbs a bit, and saw Miss Fujiwara rushing over.

"It's too dangerous, Aomori. You're a big star; how can you be fighting monsters? Look, the new suit I prepared for you is all wrinkled." Miss Fujiwara lightly stroked Aomori's chest with her hand, her tone full of admiration, without a hint of blame.

"Alright, let's go quickly; we can't keep Director Edeshi waiting."

"Just wait for me a little longer."

"?"

Amid Miss Fujiwara's puzzled gaze, Aomori walked up to a badly injured delinquent youth, lifted his arm lightly, and a holy light descended from the void, covering the broken wound caused by the flying stones.

The bloody wound healed at a visible speed.

"Are you, are you a messenger sent by God?" Those who witnessed this scene were all shocked, and many even knelt down, including some elderly people.

The delinquent youth who was rescued was even more overwhelmed, tears and snot flowing together, "I'm such a person, yet I still received help from a divine messenger… I, I will change my ways in the future!"

In a corner, a young man wearing a helmet and goggles silently bandaged the wounded, looking at Aomori in the crowd with envy and admiration, "A hero? Maybe I can be one too…"

...

After finally treating all the wounded, Aomori was dragged back to the car by Miss Fujiwara.

As soon as the car door was closed, Aomori's warm smile from a moment ago disappeared instantly, replaced by a stern expression. He leaned back against the soft seat, not hiding his exhaustion, as using Minor Healing frequently was quite taxing on him mentally.

"Tsk tsk, I always knew you were a natural actor, the transitions in your expressions are seamless," Miss Fujiwara said as she started the car, glancing at Aomori through the rearview mirror.

"Your acting skills could use some improvement, Miss Fujiwara. Your expressions are too exaggerated."

"Come on, that's just a way to get closer to each other, not acting!"

"Can we just talk normally? This is weird."

"...So how did you find out?" Miss Fujiwara changed her usual flirtatious tone to one of authority, sounding like a queen.

"Last month's gossip magazine mentioned that Miss Fujiwara has a habit of playing dumb and fooling around with newcomers."

Miss Fujiwara pouted. "Who reads gossip magazines anyway?"

"Sorry, it was accidental."

Every time she brought a newcomer, Miss Fujiwara would play dumb at first, then expose her true self when she found something to criticize, easily controlling the situation and making the newcomer cooperate obediently in the future.

But this mysterious Aomori was uncooperative and easily saw through her disguise, which was frustrating for Miss Fujiwara, who was used to being in control.

Well, Aomori was handsome, had a good voice, and was physically strong. He didn't seem like an ignorant newcomer. It was better to cooperate with him.

With that thought, Miss Fujiwara felt relieved and joked, "Aomori, you're really boring. But since you're my cash cow, I forgive you. But can't we be more honest with each other?"

Ignoring Miss Fujiwara's sulky look, Aomori looked out the window and fell silent.

Weakness is the root of all tragedies. Aomori, who had experienced the apocalypse in his previous life, knew this well.

So in this life, Aomori couldn't tolerate his own weakness anymore. Becoming stronger was his top priority. In the past, he had no chance or talent, but now that he had a system, he aimed to become the strongest!

...

As expected, Director Edeshi "accidentally" discovered the video of Aomori saving people and immediately announced that Aomori was the male lead. Everyone then learned that Edeshi's work depicted the love and hate of heroes.

After that came a series of arrangements and activities, and when they returned to Aomori's home near Z City, it was already evening.

After taking a shower and restoring his condition, Aomori stuffed his pillow into the bed, but he himself opened the hidden door in the bedroom and went downstairs to the secret basement.

The basement was not large, only about 20 square meters. In the middle, there was a chair and a square table, scattered with metal pieces, a semi-finished breastplate, and tools such as pliers and welding equipment.

Photos of the same person hung on the walls around the room. Aomori knew he was the hero Blast, known as the strongest hero, who had been active for many years.

The person in the photos wore a suit of high-tech armor with a cloak reminiscent of the second-generation Bike. His smile was sincere and warm.

All of this was done by Aomori's original body. According to the memories he obtained, Aomori's parents died in a monster attack, so he aspired to become a hero and idolized Blast, the strongest hero. But he died from electrocution while making his own hero equipment, which led to Aomori's transmigration.

Having received the memories, Aomori knew he was in the world of One Punch Man, and it was a period before the Hero Association was established, with Blast still active.

After searching for some information, he deduced that there were still three to four years before the official start of the plot and less than a year before the establishment of the Hero Association.

Time was of the essence.

After a moment of silence for his original body, Aomori sat down on the chair and picked up the tools to work on the semi-finished breastplate.

In his previous life, Aomori's world was invaded by monsters, and humans could only barely survive by relying on mechanical armor they created. Aomori grew from a mechanical enthusiast to a mechanic.

Building a usable armor based on his previous experience was easy, but progress was slow due to lack of equipment and materials. It took him nearly three months to complete ninety percent of it.

There's an old saying, "The poor rely on mutations, the rich rely on technology."

For the present not-so-wealthy Aomori, building armor was just a hobby, but it might be more in the future. In the later stages of One Punch Man, the potential of technological development was not to be underestimated.

After a long time, Aomori put down the armor and rubbed his sore eyes.

Oh right, he unlocked the dungeon function this morning and hadn't had a chance to check it out yet.

Aomori focused, and a screen appeared in his mind, like the interface of the pay-to-win mobile games he played in his previous life. In the center was his 3D model, surrounded by options for character, skills, items, dungeons, and treasure chests. The dungeon option was blinking.

A glance at the ominous number of points he had, Aomori decided to open a ten-pull of basic chests first.

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