Teacher Saitama, through three years of relentless training, became bald and gained immense power, fulfilling his dream of becoming a hero for fun. However, his overwhelming strength meant he could defeat any opponent with a single punch, leaving him longing for a worthy adversary who could push him to his limits, a dream he could only experience in his sleep. This desire likely allowed Ye Chui to summon him to this world at a bargain price. Yet, even with his reduced power, which was still formidable, he couldn’t fully enjoy a fight. That’s why he hoped Ye Chui would unlock his complete form.
Ye Chui could see in Saitama’s eyes that he was genuinely intrigued by this world. (PS: Don’t ask how he saw it in those casually drawn eyes…)
“Well, I’ll head off then.” The bald heroic spirit politely waved at Debbie and the others, a casual goodbye. Tugging at his tattered clothes, he muttered, “My new pyjamas.” Then he vanished.
The battle over the Dark Magic Book had come to an end.
Ye Chui, as if only now feeling the exhaustion in his body, remained vigilant. He looked at Rosia, who had fainted after coughing up blood. Debbie, Lesha, Green, and the simultaneously present Jiji and Xiululu, the former curiously holding the latter, hurried toward him.
At that moment, with a loud crash, the church’s already crumbling ceiling collapsed entirely. A massive stone arch fell, making a tremendous noise that jolted the unconscious Rosia awake.
The old nun, barely clinging to life, opened her cloudy eyes to see Ye Chui crouching before her with a smiling face. Her body trembled violently.
“Old hag, you lost,” Ye Chui said.
Filled with hatred for Rosia, he had no intention of letting her off easily. He calmly laid out the facts.
“The Apostle was shoved back, probably with some psychological trauma. Most of your Dark Magic Books are dead or wounded, and the rest won’t fare well either. As for you, even if I don’t kill you, you’ll die in despair. You’ll reunite with your son, Hughes, in hell. Oh, I forgot to mention, Hughes once swayed me and told me about your past. He didn’t approve of what you did. When I killed him, he felt only relief.”
These words cut deeper than a knife.
Rosia closed her eyes, tears seeming to trickle from their corners. Her frail body shook even more intensely.
When she opened her eyes again, she suddenly said to Ye Chui, “If you know Hughes’s past, you should know he wasn’t wrong. The church was. The existence of magic books is a scam. Don’t let the church blind you.”
With that, she closed her eyes forever.
Ye Chui’s smile faded, his brow furrowing.
The existence of magic books is a scam.
In this world, people wielded magical power, but only through magic books could they cast spells, which is why the act was called magic guidance and those with magic were called Magic Mentors.
Yet Ye Chui knew that Hughes had once sensed magical elements and cast spells without a magic book.
Magic books didn’t seem necessary.
But the church branded such actions as heresy.
It felt like some kind of conspiracy.
Debbie and the others reached Ye Chui’s side. Seeing Rosia’s lifeless body, Debbie and Green remained calm, but Lesha’s expression grew complex. In her memory, the old woman had always been kind and motherly, making this outcome deeply conflicting.
At that moment, a group of children burst through a side door. There were about a dozen, ranging from six or seven to eleven or twelve years old. They looked at Ye Chui and his group with fear before rushing to Rosia’s body, crying. These were the orphans fostered by the church, many of whom had been with Rosia since they could remember.
Though Rosia had summoned the Apostle in her madness, she hadn’t harmed them, only imprisoned them.
The children’s sobbing over Rosia left Ye Chui and the others stunned.
“You killed the old hag, you villains!” an eleven-year-old boy shouted, charging at Ye Chui in a frenzy. Ye Chui instinctively tensed, but before he could act, a loud slap rang out. Lesha’s hand struck the boy’s face, knocking him to the ground.
“Fool, don’t you see what’s happening?” Lesha, her hand still raised, glared with fury. “Do you know how many people the old hag killed?”
“I don’t care! You killed her!” another slightly older boy shouted, rushing at Lesha.
Lesha lifted her skirt, revealing long, pale legs, and kicked the boy to the ground.
“Idiots, want revenge? Come at me! I’ll beat you all one by one. From now on, I’m taking over this church. If you don’t like it, leave. If you stay, you’ll listen to me, or I’ll make you regret it!” the nun declared fiercely.
This scene silenced the children and left Ye Chui, Debbie, and Green dumbfounded.
Lesha was far from the typical “gentle nun” image, not just in her unconventional attire but in her fiery personality, evident as she hiked up her skirt, ready to kick.
“Lesha…” Ye Chui started to calm her, but he tripped and fell with a thud. Exhausted from the battle, it was only natural. Falling under Lesha’s skirt was entirely reasonable too. Looking up, he met her gaze, catching a glimpse of something indescribable.
“I swear it wasn’t on purpose, believe me?” Ye Chui asked from the ground.
Lesha gave a sweet smile. “No.”
The ruined church echoed with Ye Chui’s shouts as he was chased and beaten, Debbie cheering, “Lesha, don’t let him go! He’s over there!” and Green exclaiming, “President, I didn’t know you were like this!” Amidst it all were Jiji’s “jiji” and Xiululu’s “meow” jeers.
This sudden chaos left the children bewildered.
When Old Merlin, Ross, and Cass arrived at the church, the playful scuffle had ended. In the wrecked hall, Lesha stood before the frightened, angry children like a stern older sister, lecturing them to obey her.
Ye Chui sat on the platform steps, exuding a “just saved the world but it’s no big deal” calm, one hand propping his face, the other flipping through his magic book, perfectly hiding the slap mark on his cheek.
Earlier, Dragon Treasure had killed countless Dark Magic Mentors, each with varying power, yielding different points. Combined with defeating the evil spirit, Ye Chui earned 1,534 points. Summoning the One-Punch Heroic Spirit cost 610 points (based on points, not magic). Forcing Apostle Adams back earned him 530 points.
Killing the Red Demon had netted 1,000 points. The Apostle was far stronger, but since it was only heavily injured, not killed, 530 points was decent.
Ye Chui’s current total was 1,454 points.
“Suddenly so rich… What should I unlock next?”
