Ren went up to the fourth floor and saw through the Eye of Delusion that Saitama was not at home.

I saw an advertisement on the road, today's supermarket sale...

The bald man didn't care much about anything else, except the special sales in the supermarket, which he couldn't stop eating.

Ren was speechless and walked to the door next to Saitama's residence. His palm was filled with starlight and he placed it on the keyhole to feel its internal structure.

"trace on."

As he chanted, the blue star energy gathered in the palm of his hand and solidified into a key.

Click~

Ren inserted the key into the door, turned it slightly, and pushed the door open.

This is the house next door to Saitama's house. The interior is a bit empty, with a little dust on the floor. Most of the valuable furniture and objects have been moved away, but some tables, chairs and sofas are still left.

The bed was also there, but the quilt was moldy and some daily necessities were expired.

Renn pressed the switch on the wall, and the light bulb on the ceiling flashed a few times, then turned on again.

Although it is called no man's land, water, electricity and natural gas are all still supplied in this area, and the rent is very low, even zero.

After all, no landlord dares to come and collect rent.

You are likely to encounter tiger-level and ghost-level monsters wherever you go. Even some powerful S-level heroes may not be able to live peacefully in this no-man's land, let alone ordinary people.

There was a bit of musty smell in the air, so Ren opened the window and waved his hand gently.

Swish~

A blue whirlwind of energy flowed through every corner of the room. The light swept by and all the dust and dirt disappeared, as if it had been wiped dozens of times.

All the dirty things were rolled into a ball by the flowing blue light and flew out of the window.

Ren stood by the window, looking at the blue sky, and for some reason thought of his mother.

The memory is a bit blurry. In my impression, my mother was very verbose and she especially liked to plan the future for him.

He was only in junior high school at that time, and she would often say that you should study hard, get admitted to XX University, find a good job, and buy a commercial house somewhere in the suburbs of the city...

Ren smiled and shook his head, with some emotion on his face, and said:

“In a dangerous world where weirdos are rampant, there are free houses to live in, and there is peace and prosperity in singing and dancing, but people cannot afford to buy houses.

Of these two, which one is more ironic?"

"Both of these are pathological conditions and neither are normal." A cold and sweet female voice sounded.

Under the sun, the shadow behind Renn squirmed, and a graceful figure appeared in the purple light.

She has a charming snow-white face, a tall and plump figure, bulging front and back, and a head of purple hair that almost falls to her knees like a waterfall.

Anna (Medusa), from the moon world, is Ren's personal maid and contract elf.

She can freely switch between physical and spiritual bodies, usually residing in his shadow.

(Medusa is not immune to physical attacks when she is in the spirit state, but her breath is more hidden, so ordinary people cannot see and perceive her.)

Renn smiled and said: "Why did you run out by yourself?"

Anna crossed her arms, stared at him with her ice-blue eyes, pursed her sexy red lips, and said:

"Cleaning, buying daily necessities, doing laundry and cooking. Is it possible that you can do these tasks?"

Renn: "..."

Makes sense.

Since taking in this maid, almost all trivial matters and daily matters have been left to her.

Ren leaned against the window sill and shrugged:

"Then please, please clean up the house. Although the dust has been cleaned, it still needs to be tidied up if you want to live in it."

"I know, my lazy and shameless master." Anna pouted, "Besides washing and cooking, serving tea, pouring water, and heating the bed...don't you have any other tasks for me? I'm not that good."

Ren laughed dumbly and said: "Yes, don't worry, you will be busy in the future, you are my right-hand man, but before that, let's do the housework first."

Anna: "..."

After talking for a long time, he was still not a handyman.

She, the gorgon Medusa, is not a vase, and she will not casually beat up monsters below dragon level.

"Don't look like you're not satisfied with your desires."

Renn walked over and pinched Anna's cheek, earning a somewhat disgusted look from the maid.

He didn't care, he snapped his fingers again, and seven or eight blue swirling space doors opened behind him.

Buckets, mops, quilts, toothpaste and toothbrushes, refrigerators and microwaves and other daily necessities flew out from the space door.

He once spent hundreds of millions of dollars on shopping in Fuyuki City, so his "Infinite Arms" contains many modern urban daily necessities, including motorcycles and Ferraris.

Anna complained, but immediately took action, picked up the mop and bucket and went to the bathroom.

Time flew by and two hours passed.

After some cleaning by the maid Anna, the house looked much cleaner and tidier.

"You have to join the Heroes Association as soon as possible."

Ren was lying on the sofa, folding his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.

There are two ways to join the Heroes Association.

The first is to take the initiative to participate in the hero assessment test, and the second is to kill extremely powerful monsters many times, and the Hero Association takes the initiative to send invitations.

The only person who became a hero through the second method was King, the luckiest man on earth.

Because he appeared near the monsters killed by Saitama more than five times in a row, people mistakenly thought that he had killed those powerful monsters.

It is not easy to be actively invited. Normal people still have to take the initiative to participate in the hero assessment test.

Ren thought for a while and decided to take the exam, taking the bald head with him.

Think of it as cultivating revolutionary friendship.

…………

at dusk.

On the horizon, fiery red clouds seemed to be burning, making the silent no-man's land look even more dilapidated.

Saitama carried a bag of vegetables and the cheapest special meat and walked slowly from the end of the street. His face was expressionless and salty. He had almost no features except for his bald head. He didn't look like a strong man at all.

style.

He came to the fourth floor, took out the key with ease, and was about to open the door.

But at this moment, there was movement from next door, which stunned him for a moment.

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Saitama was a little surprised and turned his head to look at the next room.

Why is there any movement here? Someone... No, it's probably a weirdo.

Trouble, after you die, you have to clean up the blood.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and Ren saw the bald man standing at the door. He pretended to be "surprised" and said:

"Hey, there are actually other people living here."

Humanity?

Saitama was a little confused, scratched his bright forehead, and asked:

"Who are you?"

"I'm a writer who writes thrillers and ghost stories."

Renn explained seriously: "I have been running out of inspiration lately and can't write a word. I heard that this is a ghost town, so I came here to experience it and find inspiration."

Saitama: "..."

So dedicated... No, it sounds like a lot of leisure.

Maybe it was because he had lived alone for too long. Saitama didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he just followed the topic and said:

"It's amazing that you can write novels at such a young age."

Purely awkward chat.

Ren didn't care about the awkward atmosphere, and sighed: "It's just so so. Recently, readers in Kavin have been sending me razor blades out of anger. I came to live here to avoid the limelight."

Saitama: "..."

No, are today’s readers so irritable?

Sure enough, it is not easy for all walks of life these days. Even writing novels carries the risk of being hacked to death.

It seems that he was right not to go out to find a job...
To be continued...