One Punch Man

Dungeon of the beginnings. Tuesday 4, November. Solar year 3019. 6:30 pm.

Inside a cavern, the sound of a pickaxe grinding without stopping was the only thing that could be heard.

Crumbling on the walls, some pieces of stone were thrown into the air. Between panting, Ismael resumed his incessant grinding, while sweat ran down his forehead.

That's how realistic the dream world was. That you could die inside it, if you weren't careful despite having the user defense mechanism, there were still things capable of killing you.

This initially caused the fall of thousands of players.

Many were not willing to take the risk. At least not, until the advantages of this were made known, it was only a matter of time before they would not only return, but users would increase disproportionately. After all the equivalent exchange was very tempting.

The higher the risk, the higher the reward.

"Phew..."

Passing his arm across his forehead.

Wiping away the sweat, his gaze swept over the small, grimy azure crystals. He could feel his hands tremble, he had only taken a few and it had already taken a toll on his arms it was no joke to say that he was very hard.

"Man, if he just wasn't in a rush with the rent he could use the money to have a big supplemental dinner."

Sighing in resignation, he pushed the dream world's special banquet out of his mind and continued with the grinding.

Time began to flow.

Before he knew it the sun was starting to set.

*Doorbell*

In front of Ismael, the status screen was displayed. He had set an alarm so he could know when the day had come to an end, not being able to see the sun from inside the last thing he wanted was to be trapped.

"It's already 6:30, I'm sure time passes very quickly when you're working."

Picking up the crystals in his inventory.

He began to arrange things to leave the dungeon.

If it hadn't been for the little glow in the distance. That quickly attracted his attention, blinking in condition Ismael approached the place, one of the back walls had a faint glow protruding he couldn't make out but he knew something good was buried in this place.

"This is my lucky day!"

Thinking it was probably a large piece of the dream crystal, he took out the beak and as if his life depended on it he began to sting as a madman possessed.

Letting out battle cries you must from time to time. "Let's go!."

With a final blow, a loud crash shook the interior of the dungeon. Startled Ishmael ran backward as the wall where he had previously poked collapsed.

"Cough... Cough... Shit... Please be alright!... Please be alright!"

Desperately he began to move the collapsed stones. Searching for his precious, the more time passed the more desperate he became.

"Shit... Let's go, please!... Huh?"

While moving a stone, Ishmael found something strange. It was not the stone of the dream but rather a kind of rectangle similar to a book.

"What's this...?" The book was smaller than he used to see, as he recalled after the restructuring these types were mostly destroyed leaving only the essentials.

But Ismael had never heard of a book that had pictures.

On the cover, you could see a person dressed in a strange yellow pajama set with red gloves. The most striking of all was his bored face and his bald head that for some strange reason seemed to glow.

"What the hell is this..."

Taking a moment to be able to look over the rubble of the place. A strange premonition came to him making him shudder.

As much as he looked he couldn't find the shining stone that had attracted his attention earlier.

Could be.

"..."

No way.

Actually... It could be.

That shine was not a stone but... This guy's bald head shining.

"..."

Be quiet.

For a long time, silence reigned in that dungeon.

"Don't fuck with me!"

"Where is my dream stone!?"

How had this happened?

Why he had ended up with a strange book with a bald man. He wanted the stone from him so he could have money, after cursing until his heart was satisfied Ishmael turned his attention back to the book.

He had nothing more than this.

So he might as well take a look at it. Why not, he had already wasted his time and his hopes honestly he was somewhat interested in the book, it was not normal to find something like that in a dungeon and he was not aware that something like this had happened before in this or any other dungeon within the world of Dreams.

Bringing his hands to the edge he opened the book.

The content was.

Quite impossible.

A man who played the hero for fun, killing monsters that could make the beasts within the dream world look like puppies being slaughtered in one blow. The worst thing is that he didn't even make an effort to do it, what kind of power is this. You're kidding me, if he had this power he could live like he wanted to get the peace of mind he always wanted and slap anyone who tries to upset him.

Take a moment.

He closed the book and returned to the cover.

He had interested her it was very funny. Seeing the bald man with a name now known as Saitama, Ismael laughed a little in that dark and forgotten dungeon.

"I wonder, if you want to find emotion so much you could have taken a different path, it would be nice to be like you, so I wouldn't have difficulties in this life..."

That would be great, to be able to have that Aryan force if life was so much easier, laughing at the silly thought of him there was no way to become that strong.

Sliding her eyes from him she looked at the big red letters.

A good name.

"One Punch Man..."

*Rumble*

And suddenly.

Everything turned white for Ishmael.