A new world

Earthsea, Ostal City. Monday, February 5, Star Year 230, 7:00 AM.

Colony's Restaurant.

"Order list!"

A loud and thick voice resounded inside a beautiful family restaurant. While an older man dressed in an oddly futuristic chef's uniform waited at the entrance with the order.

"I go!."

Another younger voice answered.

Leaving the kitchen, Ismael advanced towards the chef. "Man, one can no longer eat comfortably."

Rolling his eyes the chef looked at the chatty boy in front of him.

Just three months before, he had come to the entrance of his restaurant to apply for a job. He normally would have turned it down, after all, programmed droids could do the job of humans better and more efficiently.

Even though he would never admit that he didn't want to spend that much money on a droid. With the arrival of Ismael the problem had been solved, the boy was efficient in his work, he still had a hard time knowing how the hell he was doing to always deliver the orders on time.

Even with a hovercraft, you wouldn't get there that fast. And even more, so that this boy was using an old motorbike, a strange boy he was sure that he was not an Altered those people differentiated immediately.

"If you have time to complain, you should take action brat this request is until the end of the path of reform."

Taking the order, Ismael smiled at him.

"Don't worry, Chef Brock, this order will be delivered immediately by the best delivery man in the Earthsea colony."

Without giving him time to reply, Ismael ran towards the bicycle.

It had already been three months since he had somehow transmigrated to this world. At first, it was very difficult for him to adapt, especially since this world seemed to be more advanced than his by far, even the world of dreams was not that advanced when it came to space exploration.

He guesses that because of the horde, the species in that world didn't have time for exploration.

He is currently on a planet colonized by humans a few centuries ago.

According to research, humans had overpopulated the earth. And with the imminent threat of extinction

they had to find other alternatives, in the end, thanks to several outstanding people they were able to launch the colonization campaign and the human species was saved from extinction.

Or at least for a while.

With the success of the expansion, they thought they had the entire space to themselves. A fatal mistake without a doubt, because on one of their recurring exploration trips they found the truth that they never wanted to believe.

They were not alone.

And as always happens when two different things meet.

The conflict broke out.

Humans lost territories so fast that they had to take desperate measures.

The creation of super soldiers.

Genetically altered.

At the end of the first war, the aliens were forced to flee. But despite having achieved victory, no one celebrated as the losses were even greater on their side this was the reminder that being too arrogant can come back to bite you in the ass.

Currently, after having lost most of their planets, they are trying to find new horizons where they can put down roots.

"Hey watch out!"

"Look where you're going you idiot!"

Coming out of his thoughts, Ishmael took out the strange book of One Punch Man from inside his space ring.

While he was riding the bike fast, he was reading the book at the same time. This being seen by other people was a very stupid thing, everyone who saw it got out of the way of the crazy guy who was only looking for death.

"Want to die!."

"Look forward!."

"Moron!."

Even though he looked that way, Ismael was paying attention when driving. He had learned that he could enter the inheritance dimension through his soul, and train within it while he was still present in the real world, even though the progress was slower, this option helped him a lot.

After he got a job so he could have credits.

After three months of training inside. His body had gone through many changes, despite looking the same as an average boy in his face, everything else had transformed, the muscles of his body were strengthened similar to unbreakable steel wires, the definition in his body went from being moderately entering to a complete sleeping beast.

Now he could effortlessly lift rocks three times his size.

His reflexes and his other senses had been amplified if he had to say it somehow he's even better than the super soldiers.

Nothing logic breaking like Saitama yet, but he was on his way to it.

One thing that Ismael had thought about was his steps to follow.

For example, after arriving here he had no idea what to do. On the one hand, it was a new beginning and on the other, it meant new problems, well not so many considering that he has the possibility of becoming a broken existence of the world with the heritage of Saitama.

So he thought.

Why not live my life the way I want?

Do what you want.

And have fun in the process.

That I am not in a world of spatial expansion?

Even though he never considered himself an adventurer. That was why he generally didn't have the strength to protect himself, with the previous condition of him wanting to venture into space was only asking for death but now, he was certain that given enough time.

He would be invincible.

Aliens?

Please watch as I slap you to death.

Being stranded in space because the ship exploded?

I'm the one-hit man, watch me swimming in the stars.

A mythical planet-eating space monster?

Tks... Tks... You don't know who I am, watch me blow you up.

There is no danger that he would ask him to stop, even though he is far from that level now it is only a matter of time. Given this expectation, Ismael's heart filled with enthusiasm.

This is how, a boy was lost through the gaps in the road, so fast on a bicycle that he is not supposed to have that speed, he continues on his way as a delivery man.