"...What?"
Upon hearing the claim of the Mun Rider, Fang Mo was actually quite surprised as well.
Honestly, soone like the previous Sonic, who was characterized as a haughty and codic figure, it was not unexpected for him not to want to beco Fang Mo's apprentice.
But the Mun Rider was different.
He was the kind of true hero who was kind-hearted and filled with a sense of justice.
If he could greatly enhance his own strength, wouldn't he be able to protect more people?
Of course, that's what Fang Mo thought, so he found it incredible when the Mun Rider refused him, after all, the latter was just kind-hearted, not foolish. Shouldn't the principle of equipping oneself well to do good work be clear to him?
"You…"
After thinking for a long ti, Fang Mo still curiously asked, "Don't you want to beco stronger?"
"I am well aware of my own situation."
Upon hearing this, the Mun Rider looked down with a hint of apology and said, "Priest, I am truly sorry, I am just an ordinary person with no talent at all, not a genius, so if I were to beco your apprentice, I would definitely cause trouble in many ways."
"I'm not really afraid of trouble though…"
Fang Mo shook his head.
"You are a good person. An untalented ordinary person like becoming your apprentice would surely bring you sha."
The Mun Rider paused slightly as he said this, then looking at his severely worn armor, he smiled in resignation: "And besides, speaking of which, a diocrity like really shouldn't waste too much ti on training, knowing that there are so many people in the world who need help... how could I stop?"
"That's so."
Hearing this, Fang Mo couldn't help but reply, "But good deeds are never-ending."
"If a person has endless money and endless delicious food, they will feel happy," the Mun Rider said with a smile. "So why must good deeds be completed? Helping others... should only make one happier, right?"
"..."
Hearing the Mun Rider's words, Fang Mo didn't know what to say anymore, so he just patted the other's shoulder: "When I conquer another fairyland world in the future, I'll use the rit to help you ascend to sainthood."
"Haha, I don't really understand all that."
The Mun Rider laughed and scratched his head: "But I appreciate your kind intentions."
"No, no, that won't do."
After hearing the Mun Rider's words, Fang Mo imdiately shook his head: "Actually, I tend to act recklessly. When I say I want to help you, I must help you, regardless of the consequences or the plot… it's all about feeling good."
"Uh…"
The Mun Rider felt a bit awkward: "Well, I'm not that pathetic, you don't really need to go out of your way to help …"
"How about this, then I help you a few tis?"
Fang Mo asked.
"…No, please just help once." Even the Mun Rider couldn't help but facepalm.
Fang Mo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Don't worry, even if you really are just a diocrity, I can still prop you up against the wall, since I have over ten years of experience in wall reinforcent... cough, wall reinforcent experience."
"Then, I'll be troubling you."
The Mun Rider really didn't know how to refuse anymore and could only smile helplessly.
"Look at your skeptical face."
Seeing the expression on the Mun Rider's face, Fang Mo imdiately understood his thoughts and summoned his stand, Steve, who controlled him to take out a regular golden apple from his backpack.
A flash of white light passed, and the pixelated item turned into a golden fruit.
"Here, a eting gift."
Fang Mo said, handing over the golden apple: "Take it ho and mix it into a salad or sothing, and after you finish eating, co to to beco an apprentice, and then as your master, I will give you a big gift for apprenticeship."
"This... This must be very valuable, right?"
The Mun Rider received the golden apple, hesitating as he looked at the yellow, heavy fruit in his hand.
The item felt heavy, its golden surface smooth as a mirror, honestly, just looking at it, it didn't seem like an ordinary item, making him unsure whether to accept it.
But just then.
Suddenly, a voice ca from beside them.
"Just take it."
The Mun Rider looked up and saw a bald man he sowhat recognized—it was Saitama: "This guy is rich, just boldly freeload off him, no need to feel guilty."
"That's right, it's like that."
Not far away, Genos also earnestly nodded: "If you beco Mr. Fang Mo's apprentice… at least you won't have to worry about food."
"You make it sound nice."
Hearing this, Fang Mo turned his head and teased Genos: "Then you should beco my apprentice…"
"I'm sorry, I am a robot."
Genos calmly said: "Although I can eat, both simple als and delicacies are the sa to , so Saitama-sensei is indeed more suitable for ."
"You double-crosser…"
"Alright, alright, everyone."
"Oh, sure, then let's go together."
Saitama didn't really care, just nodded his head.
"We two will not go."
Upon hearing the others' conversation, the Armored Gorilla suddenly spoke up: "The doctor is waiting for our biological samples, we need to get back soon."
"No problem."
Genos responded: "I will report your contributions to the association, and then the points will be added directly to your doctor, alright?"
"Mhm, thank you."
The Armored Gorilla nodded, then pulled the sulky Ground Dragon next to her, preparing to leave.
And after these two agents had washed their clothes and left, the rest of the people also gathered their equipnt and then left the beach, heading towards the shelter.
However, it's worth ntioning.
The so-called samples taken by the Armored Gorilla were not taking the entire body of the Deep Sea King away, but rather extracting so of his blood, spinal cord, or muscle slices, while the body of the opponent was still soaking in the sea water.
Seeing this, the Puri-Puri Prisoner didn't mind, washed up and dragged one of the opponent's legs towards the shelter.
"Why are you still taking him with you?"
Seeing this scene, Fang Mo couldn't help but ask the Puri-Puri Prisoner.
"Showing this to everyone might reassure them," the Puri-Puri Prisoner explained while walking: "The leader of the monsters has been defeated."
"This guy isn't the leader of the monsters though."
Saitama said from the side: "This guy can only be considered a small fry, the real monster seems to be called Cthulhu, an immortal giant octopus head."
"Speaking of this."
Genos then began to speak: "I also requested support from the association before and stated that the disaster level had been upgraded to at least dragon level, I don't know how they will handle it…"
During the conversation.
The people had also returned to the shelter.
And when they reached the shelter, the A-rank heroes were still anxiously guarding the entrance.
Even apart from these A-rank heroes, many citizens were also poking their heads out, probably because the terrifying storm above J City had disappeared, they also felt the crisis had been averted.
Seeing the S-rank heroes return successfully.
"…Is it resolved?"
Including heroes like Snake Fist Sneck, Stinger, and Lightning Max, who saw this scene, sighed in relief, then hurriedly greeted them: "That's great, it looks like everyone has been saved."
"Please rest assured."
And the Puri-Puri Prisoner, indeed an old hero by now, said as he threw the Deep Sea King's body onto the ground: "The monsters have been dealt with, J City is now safe."
"Oh oh oh!!!"
Hearing this, many citizens beca excited: "We've been saved... not having to die is really great!"
But just then.
Suddenly a discordant voice ca.
"Wait, didn't you just say it was upgraded to a dragon-level disaster?" Upon hearing this, everyone looked and saw the speaker was a sleazy, slightly chubby man: "Why did they only bring back a sea folk's corpse?"
"…Huh?"
A few people nearby heard this, also seed stunned for a mont, wanting to instinctively explain sothing: "But either way, haven't we been saved?"
"Isn't it only natural for heroes to protect us?"
The man suddenly snickered sarcastically: "I heard it with my own ears, sothing about requesting the association to classify this disaster as dragon level, but… this really isn't that strong a monster, look, they don't even have a scratch on them."
"Hey hey, you this…"
Other citizens couldn't stand it anymore, wanting to stop him.
But sohow, this guy saw that others were paying attention to him, and instead got more excited: "It's just the heroes showing off among themselves, you guys actually took it as so terrifying dragon-level disaster… you were really fooled."
"Just take him for instance."
Here, the guy suddenly pointed at the Mun Rider's nose: "He's a C-rank hero, the Mun Rider, everyone saw the strange phenonon at the beach earlier, if that was really a dragon-level disaster, do you think he could co back unhard? You know how trashy he is, don't you?"
"This…"
Hearing his reasoning, indeed so citizens couldn't help but fall into thought.
Yes, the Mun Rider was also an old hero, although it was rumored that he was kind-hearted, everyone was more aware that his strength was definitely very weak as a perennial C-rank, yet he had rushed towards that mountain-like figure at the beach alone.
Of course, it was one thing not to die, but it was too strange that he didn't even get injured?
Could it really be so deliberate showmanship?
It was said that if it was a dragon-level disaster, the association would also give a considerable amount of compensation to the heroes, so they had concocted a lie together?
Many citizens' faces changed.
But among them, there were also a few who weren't misled, like a blond hooligan who couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly grabbed the man's collar.
"Have you said enough?"
The blond hooligan seed a bit angry: "They saved us after all, if you keep being ungrateful, be careful I beat you up."
"You… why are you getting angry at …"
Seeing soone charge up, the sleazy man also got a bit scared, hurriedly said: "We all pay taxes to the hero association, can't I even question it a bit? You… you wouldn't be in cahoots with them, right?"
"What did you say!?"
Upon hearing this, the hooligan imdiately clenched his fists.
But before he could throw a punch, a strange clapping sound suddenly ca from not far away.
The curious citizens turned their heads to look, only to find that the person clapping was none other than a well-proportioned, black-haired man dressed in black clerical attire.
"You spoke well."
Seeing him, the man couldn't help clapping his hands, giving the sleazy man a thumbs-up: "Well said."
"…Huh?"
The sleazy man also paused upon hearing this: "Your sarcasm is useless, you must be angry, right? Did I hit a sore spot?"
"Sorry, you're not worth it."
Fang Mo smiled, then suddenly waved his hand, and several dark stones fell from the sky: "But honestly, I kind of agree with your statent… you must think that we're all acting and lying about the compensation, that these monsters are very trashy, and that anyone could defeat them if they just try hard, right?"
"Yes… yes."
The man was a bit perplexed, but still nodded: "If you don't want people to doubt you like this, then bring out evidence, anyone can talk big."
"Oh, okay."
Fang Mo also laughed at this, and the next second, his left hand already had a black scepter, while his right hand picked up the thick Abyssal Book.
Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, the dark stones in front of him shattered, turning into a series of bizarre altars, and then Fang Mo threw a na tag and a large number of elental molecular clusters into them, and flipped open the Abyssal Book.
As pure potential energy continuously poured into it, countless symbols like worms erged from the book, and finally a nauseating thunderous roar directly exploded in everyone's hearts.
And as the shocked crowd watched, the body of the Deep Sea King slowly began to move.
"Ah... haha, here cos the evidence."
Fang Mo smiled and said.
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