At this point, the remaining N-rank cards were basically of little value.
Jordan's gaze swept across the list and landed on one card.
He returned all other fantasy cards to his deck, but left this one behind.
The white card featured a gaudy, ostentatious Stars and Stripes cape. Just one glance made you think the person wearing it might have some serious mental illness.
F-boy activated his Stand ability to materialize it. Jordan casually tossed it into the bathroom.
Saitama often wet the floor when washing hands and vegetables. This tattered cloth was ugly, but made of thick material—using it as a rag was making the best use of it.
In that case, let's visit that world next time.
Jordan put his hands behind his head and made his decision.
"Saitama, where's the rag in the bathroom?"
Early that morning, Jordan opened Saitama's door.
Saitama yawned, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the sky outside. "Jordan, why are you up so early today?"
"The bathroom rag... Let me think... Oh! I had diarrhea last night and clogged the toilet. It was too dirty to wipe the floor tiles, so I threw it away overnight."
Jordan was speechless. Then he saw Saitama get up and pull out half a Stars and Stripes cape from the bottom storage cabinet.
"That rag was too big, so I cut it in half beforehand. Do you need it?"
"I don't know where you found this piece of cloth. It was so difficult to cut. I almost broke my only pair of scissors. In the end, I had to tear it apart by hand..."
As Saitama muttered to himself, F-boy's strong, pale purple figure stepped out of Jordan's body and reached out to extract the spacetime elements within.
He gave an "OK" sign and disappeared into thin air.
"No need. You can keep it for now."
"I'm going out today. I brought you breakfast—it's on the table. Don't forget to eat it. I'm leaving now."
Jordan closed the door.
His footsteps disappeared into the living room. A sliver of blue light flashed through the gap between door and floor. Saitama knew he'd used his powers to leave.
"You can get anywhere in a flash. Powers are really convenient."
Saitama stretched and got up to change into workout clothes.
"Jordan-san isn't here, so what should I do today? Oh, I've decided! I'll go for a run, find King to play games after breakfast! I'll finish all the other training on the way!"
New York—Vought International Headquarters
This was a sacred place in the hearts of superhumans worldwide. The headquarters of the superhero group "The Seven," led by Homelander, was located in this building.
Every superpowered individual longed to be selected by Vought International to become a member of The Seven.
Each member of this superhero team had countless fans. As long as you could join, fame, status, money, beautiful women—things ordinary people dreamed of—would be within your grasp.
Because the building's exterior was designed in the shape of a round tower, it was more commonly referred to as—
Vought Tower.
At that moment, the sky over New York was bright and sunny.
Security personnel in the lobby on the first floor stood at their posts, enjoying their leisurely time day after day.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the bustling street of downtown Manhattan. Every now and then, a scantily clad blonde woman would stroll across the street, providing a feast for their eyes as they grew bored.
It was no wonder they were so lax in work attitude. This was Vought Tower, where the world's most powerful superhumans resided.
As direct employees of Vought Corporation, they were well aware of the terrifying destructive power hidden beneath the glamorous exteriors of the superhuman stars they were protecting.
Even the most brainless idiot wouldn't choose to cause trouble here.
A blue figure rushed into the lobby like a whirlwind.
The security guard at the door instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist, but the gust made it impossible to open his eyes.
Only after air currents dissipated could they see clearly who it was.
He was one of The Seven—the fastest man in the world, A-Train.
At this moment, A-Train was covered in blood, as if he'd just experienced a major battle.
He emanated a nauseating stench. But the people present seemed used to it. Security guards even shoved their half-drawn pistols back into holsters.
Yes. No fool would dare cause trouble at Vought Corporation headquarters.
Aside from those superhuman bastards themselves.
"Hey! A-Train, you're still as fast as ever! Where have you been saving the world this time?"
"The latest reports haven't come out yet. Oh, damn, your blood-stained look is amazing!"
"That kid Shockwave keeps publicly challenging you in media interviews. I think he's just asking for trouble!"
Chris, the security captain, laughed as he approached A-Train, seemingly oblivious to the stench of blood that could make one vomit. He extended his strong right arm, appearing to want a friendly handshake.
"Oh, Chris, I don't have time to chat right now."
A-Train looked slightly panicked.
"Has Ms. Stillwell arrived yet? I have something urgent to discuss with her."
Chris was taken aback. "Vice President Stillwell arrived very early today. You should be able to find her in her office if you go up now."
"Thanks, bro. I'll treat you to a drink after I've sorted this mess out!"
As A-Train spoke, his thick leg muscles suddenly tensed and exploded, unleashing super speed that surpassed ordinary visual perception.
All the people in the hall saw was the emergency exit door violently broken open, then slammed back into place with a loud bang!
A-Train was long gone, leaving only bloody footprints stretching from entrance to emergency exit—the spacing between them gradually increasing.
Security Captain Chris calmly wiped blood splattered on his face. His enthusiasm faded. He waved for a security guard to come from behind.
"Mr. Paul, you're new here, right?"
The young security guard named Paul was half a head taller than Chris, who stood 1.85 meters, but he obediently lowered his head and listened. "Yes, Captain."
Chris, sporting a thick beard, grabbed Paul by the collar and pulled him close, whispering menacingly in his ear.
"Then please contact the cleaning department as soon as possible and work with them to clean up all the bloody footprints that speedster left."
"Now. Immediately!"
"Uh... yes, Captain! I think I understand!"
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