"Wow! Isn't that Sweet Mask? I love the drama he starred in!"
"He's so handsome! Sweet Mask, I love you!"
"I couldn't get a ticket… his concert tickets are way too expensive."
"Sweet Mask might not be the strongest pro hero, but he's definitely the richest!"
Sweet Mask's arrival instantly caused quite a stir in the Association. Several female staff members even rushed forward excitedly to get his autograph.
This A-Class Rank 1 hero signed each autograph gracefully, earning yet another wave of praise.
As for the bald Saitama… Sweet Mask didn't even spare him a glance from start to finish. In his eyes, Hellish Blizzard was the only one worth his attention. With his fame, wealth, and strength completely eclipsing that unknown lucky guy, wooing women was second nature to him.
"This is a small gift I prepared just for you, Miss Blizzard. I hope you'll like it."
Sweet Mask smiled charmingly as he slowly opened the small box, revealing a dazzling gemstone necklace the size of a pigeon egg. "Only this can match someone like you, Miss Blizzard."
Gasp "The Heart of the Ocean! My God! Isn't that the rare gem worth 300 million yen that a mysterious tycoon bought a few days ago?"
"Damn, people like him make the rest of us look pathetic… Even as an A-Class hero, I could never afford that in my lifetime!"
"No wonder he's Sweet Mask—his gifts are this extravagant. If he gave that to me, I'd do anything~~"
"Sweet Mask, I love you!"
The appearance of the Heart of the Ocean caused quite a commotion, turning Sweet Mask into the absolute center of attention. Some of the pro heroes watching even started chanting, "Marry him! Marry him~~"
For a moment, the atmosphere was overwhelming.
Fubuki's brows furrowed slightly. She felt no interest in this somewhat effeminate man, and she especially disliked that condescending smile.
It wasn't as though she had never appeared in the Association before, but most of the time she was met with ridicule: "Look, isn't that Tatsumaki's little sister who got in through connections?"
She knew she had become more attractive thanks to Saitama's Super Serum. But before this, years of cold stares and mockery had long tempered her heart into steel—unlike the average woman.
"I'm not interested in your concert. Excuse me, you're in my way."
Fubuki gave Sweet Mask a cold glance and didn't even stop walking, leaving only a trace of her perfume behind as she strode past. "Wait for me, Saitama!"
"Hey! Why should I wait for you? You're not planning on following me around, are you?"
Saitama looked at the approaching Fubuki with suspicion. "I didn't tell Genos to prepare your lunch, you know."
"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that you helped me, I wouldn't bother visiting your place!"
Fubuki rolled her eyes, speaking with irritation—but the blush on her face couldn't be hidden.
Crack… crack… crack…
The necklace box in Sweet Mask's hand cracked under the pressure of his grip, his eyes turning cold.
Rejected?
He, Sweet Mask, the dream prince of countless women, had just been turned down? Even the priceless Heart of the Ocean didn't impress her?
"Miss Blizzard, a no-name bald man with no reputation is hardly a good choice."
Sweet Mask turned, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
He was extremely taken with the evolved Fubuki. Though he had seen countless women, none had ever stunned him like Hellish Blizzard.
"Hm?"
The smile on Fubuki's face faded. She stopped in her tracks, an icy chill radiating from her deep blue eyes.
The shift in atmosphere made the staff and heroes who had been making noise slowly fall silent. The lobby grew still, all eyes turning to her.
Her long blue hair floated as if in a breeze, and an invisible pressure made everyone present tense up.
"My friend, Hellish Blizzard's friend, needs you to comment?"
Her voice held no hint of giving face. Her expression was terrifyingly cold, making many B-Class heroes tremble—they had all tasted the fearsome side of the Blizzard Group's leader.
"Heh…? A B-Class hero and a C-Class baldy. Don't forget, standing before you is A-Class Rank 1 Sweet Mask. Even some of those useless S-Class heroes might not be my—"
Sweet Mask's eyes suddenly sharpened, his aura turning razor-sharp. With his hands still in his pockets, he was like a sword on the verge of being drawn.
His strength was far beyond what his rank suggested. According to him, he held the A-Class Rank 1 spot "to prevent weak, useless trash from moving up to S-Class and tarnishing the name of pro heroes."
BOOM—
Before Sweet Mask could finish, a mountain-crushing wave of psychic power slammed down, shaking the entire Association headquarters as if it had been struck by a missile. The metal building trembled violently, alloy floors twisted wildly, and every hero present turned pale, eyes wide in disbelief as they stared at the center of the lobby.
(End of Chapter)
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