Saitama always seemed to act impulsively when deciding what to do.
Deciding to head to A City in the name of justice, he left his bowl and chopsticks behind and slipped away.
Although Saitama ran off, the meal still needed to be finished.
"It seems all the meat has been eaten." Roy remarked after a quick glance.
Now, there were only some vegetables left in the pot.
But that wasn't a big issue.
He was prepared for this.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
The door was being knocked on.
This was the suburban residential area of Z City, which had its urban legends of being a tiger and dragon monster's lair. Besides Roy, the only other resident here was Saitama, who had moved in even earlier than Roy.
So, there wouldn't typically be anyone visiting here, let alone coming directly to Roy's house.
In other words,
There was only the possibility of one person who he thought was coming to see him at this time.
After reducing the fire, Roy got up to answer the door.
"So... slow!" The visitor complained without any reservation as soon as Roy opened the door.
She was a red-haired young girl about the same age as Roy's current physical age.
Her first impression was as red as an amaryllis flower.
Red hair, red eyes, even her clothes were in shades of red.
She had her long red hair woven into a large braid behind her back.
She wore a white blouse as the base, with a red vest skirt on top. And when she draped a black curtain-like cloak over her back, she also put on a red shawl.
In her hands, she carried items stacked in layers of wooden lunch boxes, all wrapped in cloth.
"I think I'm fast enough."
"From the moment I knocked to you opening the door, it took a total of 5.98 seconds. If you care about receiving me as your esteemed guest, then open the door within 0.02 seconds! Idiot!"
After an unreasonable scolding, the girl walked in without ceremony.
"What? It's already started." Glancing around the living room, the girl placed the lunch boxes aside on the dining table.
Despite the girl's utterly nonchalant behavior, acting quite spoiled as if she didn't consider herself a guest, Roy didn't show the slightest hint of impatience. Instead, he fetched bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and placed them in front of her.
"Dr. Okazaki, did you bring everything?"
"Of course, how could I forget such a trivial matter?" With that, the girl unwrapped the cloth, "I only brought beef, but I wasn't sure what to bring. See if these are acceptable."
"They're all Wagyu beef, so it's fine."
For Sukiyaki. Naturally, the parts suitable for dipping were the tender ones. Although any part except for beef brisket could be made into Wagyu beef, Dr. Okazaki brought only the best cuts.
Basically, it was eye of round, top sirloin, outside skirt, and belly.
"That's good."
"By the way, Dr. Okazaki, how much do I owe you for all this?"
"I don't need money." Dr. Okazaki replied nonchalantly, "If you really want to compensate me, just provide me with some of your blood regularly."
After all, the ultimate goal was the Dark Matter, right?
After all, the blood cells in Roy's blood were fundamentally Dark Matter.
If the Dark Matter was directly extracted, prolonged exposure to the external environment would cause it to gradually turn into ordinary matter. Therefore, it had to be extracted along with the plasma to preserve it.
Roy nodded without feeling any loss.
Watching Roy start cooking the meat, Dr. Okazaki tapped on the table, "Oh, and stop calling me Dr. Okazaki. Just call me Yumemi."
Yumemi Okazaki.
That was the full name of the red-haired girl in front of him.
A genius who obtained a professorship at the age of eighteen, her level of scientific and technological mastery was confident to rival any research scientist. Including that genius scientist, Dr. Genus.
It was with her help that Roy could understand the basic workings of his supernatural ability.
"Huh, calling each other so intimately, is that okay?"
"I don't mind."
"Alright then."
Anyway, it wasn't a big deal.
Calling Yumemi Okazaki "Dr. Okazaki" all the time was just a sign of respect.
Since she was willing to be called by her name, then so be it. Being timid and hesitant would only make people feel disgusted and uncomfortable.
The most important thing now was to eat meat.
Yumemi tapped the TV with her chopsticks. The snowy signal suddenly returned to normal. Currently, it seemed that there was footage taken by a helicopter from a location far from the disaster center.
After watching for a while, Yumemi said, "Another powerful monster has appeared? It's truly a world full of disasters."
"Considering this level of destruction, does that mean there's a Dragon now?"
This level is classified by the Hero Association, a private organization, based on the level of threat posed by disasters. It ranges from Wolf, Tiger, Demon, Dragon, to God.
Among them, a Dragon-level disaster is a crisis that could lead to the destruction of several towns.
This monster can release energy blasts for destruction.
With immense power, one blast could destroy several streets. If left unchecked, A City might be flattened in no time, right?
But with the invincible Saitama going there, it should be resolved quickly.
"Huh... A Dragon-level monster? Starting to get a bit interested."
"It's better not to mess around." Roy glanced at the eager Yumemi, "Although I know you're strong, after all, they're monsters. We ordinary folks shouldn't get involved."
"Aren't you blushing when you say that? Over 40% of the monsters within a radius of about ten kilometers from your house have been eliminated by you, right? There are even Demons among them." Yumemi raised an eyebrow.
"It's self-defense," Roy said firmly, "Those guys at the Hero Association are living off society's donations without doing their job. There are hardly any resident heroes in this area, and it's dangerous."
"Let's not talk about that. Roy, do you have any thoughts about registering as a professional hero?"
The organization mentioned just now was called the Hero Association.
It was established three years ago by the multi-millionaire Agoni to thank the person who saved his grandson. Later, it was operated with funds raised from the public.
To combat the various disasters constantly appearing on this supercontinent, talented individuals were summoned to society, forming what was known as professional heroes.
Although this world didn't have the concept of nations, it still had official institutions that wielded public authority, such as governments, armies, and police. After all, society hadn't developed to the point where these were unnecessary. However, regardless of their ability to manage crises, respond, or handle situations, they weren't particularly outstanding.
Many talented individuals in the civilian sector also chose not to join official institutions to serve. Therefore, since the establishment of the Hero Association and the emergence of professional heroes, their support and trust in the public far surpassed that of official institutions. Nevertheless, it was still a private organization, but after gaining such advantages, it actually had intentions of surpassing control by public authorities.
Recalling his knowledge and impressions of the Hero Association, Roy shook his head in the end, "I don't have any thoughts about that for now."
"Oh."
"By the way, why ask me such a question?"
"Just seeing you idle all day, suggesting you find something to do," Yumemi replied, "Ordinary jobs are boring, and since you're not short of money, whether you go or not, it doesn't matter. But being a hero seems quite exciting, suitable for passing the time."
Thinking about it carefully, what Yumemi said made sense.
Yumemi continued, "Actually, I feel like you and I are quite similar. Although you've mentioned that you should have some relationships in this world, fundamentally speaking, you're still an outsider, right?"
Roy paused for a moment and looked up, "So, are you too?"
"Yeah." Yumemi nodded, "I'm not from this world."
"A traveler?"
"A traveler? What's this fresh term? Do you call someone who visits another world from one world a traveler?"
"Yeah, that's right. It seems there are specific types like soul transmigration, rebirth, but mine is quite special. It's crossing to the parallel world's self."
"I see." Yumemi nodded, "But how do you confirm that you're a traveler and not just accepting memories of another self from another world, and preconceiving that you're a traveler?"
"It should be the ability." Roy raised his hand, and the mist-like Dark Matter rose, "I can confirm that the me in this world doesn't have this ability."
"Is that so?" After finishing the soup in her bowl, Yumemi put it down with a sense of grandeur, then exhaled deeply before saying, "As a so-called traveler, you will eventually be able to master the skill of world travel, right? If you can't, I can give you some research reports to refer to. But if that's the case, you'll have to learn to entertain yourself. If you don't have any clear goals, then try out the unique things in various worlds."
Yumemi's words made Roy sink into thought.
"I'm full, I'm full." Patting his stomach, Yumemi stood up, "Well then, I'll head back first. If you miss me or need to give me some Dark Matter for research, then come find me again."
"Okay, take care."
Yumemi waved casually.