One Punch Man King Engine

“Ah?”

Compared to the cheering citizens, King was dumbfounded. What just happened in front of him was too strange. Hammond was about to bite him to death, but when he was about to use the Desire Judge Monster Card, Hammond suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground. His face was twisted in pain, and his body twitched slightly.

“Did Saitama do this?”

He watched the mighty Dragon-class Monster fall to the ground for no apparent reason. He subconsciously thought that Saitama had rushed over to attack Hammond.

But then he rejected this thought. If it was Saitama, Hammond’s body would have been destroyed. But the Tyrannosaurus rex corpse was intact.

Since it wasn’t Saitama, who did it?

Hammond’s intact corpse indicated that he was not killed by an external attack. He must have suffered serious internal injuries. However, he really couldn’t think of any expert in the world who could heavily injure Hammond without any external wound. This godly ability was akin to killing a bull from across a mountain.

If he had peeked inside Hammond’s mouth, he might’ve uncovered the truth.

“Damn it, my… illness… my heart disease actually flared up at this moment… ah… huhu… Where’s… my medicine? Damn it, the medicine was left in my clothes, and I broke them when mutating into a dinosaur, damn it… I’m done for… but… but I can’t accept it… I can kill King… I’m one step closer to my dream, but why… Why did the heavens want me to fail…?”

Hammond’s body twitched slightly due to the pain in his heart. His breathing was rapid, and his eyes were wide open. He stared at King far above him with the last vestige of his resistance. However, his pupils were dilated, and his consciousness was gradually fading. Most of his body had already entered hell, unable to muster any more strength.

My dream of rebuilding the Dinosaur Family is over!

Before he completely fell into darkness, he remembered the dreams that he had pursued for decades. But now everything is gone because of his horrible luck. He had mutated into a dinosaur, but his old illnesses still stubbornly followed him. Hammond’s violent rampage in L and M City had deeply stimulated his heart, resulting in heart attack triggering at critical moments. His decades of perseverance had crumbled into ashes.

More importantly, his inexplicable death had increased the reputation of King, who appeared to have instantly killed him. The shelter citizens and the television audience had attributed Hammond’s death to King, believing that King had killed him with strange superpowers.

Alas!

“King! King!”

Hammond died wrongfully. The citizens’ faces were red with excitement and relief. They shouted loudly; King had “saved” them by “killing” the Dragon-level Monster, expressing their gratitude to King for “saving their lives.”

“King! King!”

The audience in front of the TV was infected by the citizens. Their blood was boiling, and they shouted loudly at King, who was high above in the camera. He was their great Hero, the most powerful man in the world.

“Huh?” King’s mouth twitched as he looked at the cheering citizens.

Was I the one who killed the Dragon-level Monster? I was so scared that my entire body froze and didn’t move at all. And you’re putting the credit for killing the Dragon-level Monster on me? You guys probably need glasses with 3000 strengths!

“King, I love you!”

“King, King!”

King looked at the fanatical citizens and sighed. Sigh, alright, as long as you guys are happy.

“King, what… what the hell is with his dull expression?”

Allosaurus had been paying attention to King’s every move. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw King sigh.

Had King really reached the point of looking down on Dragon-level Monsters? Even after killing Dragon-level Monster, there was not a trace of happiness on his face. Instead, it seemed very lonely. Oh, right, a strong person like King probably lost the interest to pursue glory long ago. His only goal was probably to find an opponent that could rival him. That kind of invincible loneliness must be unbearable!

…

City Z.

“Huh? King…sighed?”

The big-eyed Monster stared at King with bright eyes. He had clearly killed the Dragon-level Monster and gained another great contribution, renewing his worldwide fame. Why? Why would King sigh? Was that a sigh? That’s right. King is the most powerful man in the world. He must have reached the peak of strength and glory, and he found only cold and lonely snow. Even Dragon-level Monster had not reignited his interest in fighting. That kind of loneliness of standing undefeatable, perhaps others will never understand.

He laughed softly. King? You are a great threat to our Association. How should I ever deal with you?

…

City G.

Atomic Samurai, the fourth S -class Hero, used his technique to quickly peel an apple with a knife. His eyes stared at the TV without blinking. “Humph, the sigh of the invincible? You dare to call yourself the strongest man while standing below me? King, although you are very strong, I admire the old martial artists in Z City more. As for you… you are still too young.”

…

City Z.

The third S-rank Hero had a head full of silver hair. His body was slightly bent, and he stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a steaming lobster hot pot. His only disciple Charanko was actively adding seasoning to the hot pot.

“Master, the hot pot is ready.”

After a while, Charanko called out to Bang. However, Bang did not respond for a while. He looked up at Bang, who was staring at the TV screen.

“Master, what is there to see? Isn’t it just that King killed a Dragon-level Monster? Hurry up and eat the hot pot; the vegetables are almost overcooked.”

Charanko went over to take a look and found that it was the latest live broadcast of the dinosaur invasion of M City. King had killed the Dragon-level Monster and become popular among thousands of people.

Bang withdrew his gaze from the TV screen and suddenly asked Charanko, “Charanko, do you want a junior?”

“Huh?”

Charanko stared at the dead-serious Bang, not knowing what to say.

“I found a good seedling.”

…

King did not expect that he would be watched so intensely and be misunderstood by all kinds of people. He was moved by the fact that everyone thought he deserved the credit for killing the Dragon-level Monster. But it seems that he became the emptiness of the strong in the eyes of some people? The loneliness of the invincible? What is this?

Fortunately, he did not know what everyone was thinking. Otherwise, he would not know whether to laugh or cry. Everyone’s imagination was too rich.