Samsara Tower: Only I Know the Plot!

”Teacher, please guide me in my training!”

”Your body is too weak. You need to train and become stronger... Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day!”

”Huh? Is the training really that intense?”

”What? You can’t handle it?”

”Teacher, I’m sure I can... but how long will it take to see results?”

”You’ll be considered a master once all your hair falls out!”

”...Understood, teacher!”

...

In the blink of an eye.

A week had passed.

Inside a luxurious villa.

Fenric sat on the sofa, leisurely watching TV.

Meanwhile, Saitama trained diligently in the villa’s training room.

Fenric had purchased this villa outright for 11 million US dollars.

After all, he did not know how long he would remain in this world, so he needed a proper residence. Moreover, he had to train Saitama, which was another reason for buying the villa.

Saitama had also moved out of his small apartment and into the villa.

Although this had been Fenric’s request, Saitama was deeply moved.

He believed his teacher had seen his difficult circumstances and decided to help him.

Indeed, a mentor was like a father!

With that sense of gratitude, Saitama trained with relentless determination every day, never daring to slack off.

He did not want to disappoint his teacher.

”Phew! I’m exhausted! My arms are numb again... But compared to the previous days, I managed to get through it today. Next, 100 sit-ups!”

Sweating profusely, Saitama lay down and began doing sit-ups.

”...”

From the sofa, Fenric watched Saitama drenched in sweat and smiled faintly.

At the same time, he could not help but admire Saitama’s astonishing talent as the absolute protagonist of this world.

Over the past week, Fenric had witnessed Saitama’s transformation firsthand.

At the beginning of his training, Saitama could only manage thirty push-ups.

Now, he was able to grit his teeth and complete all eighteen training sets.

100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run...

For an ordinary person to improve from 30 push-ups to 100 would require at least one or two years of grueling effort.

Saitama had done it in just one week.

Furthermore, while normal people would suffer muscle soreness after such strenuous exercise, Saitama never experienced it.

Such a physique was truly heaven-defying—simply monstrous.

His strength was increasing every single day.

In the training room, Fenric had also installed a punching power tester.

At first, Saitama’s punch registered only 276.

One week later, his punch strength had surpassed 700.

It had more than doubled.

That was outrageous.

Even Fenric could not help but feel a trace of envy toward Saitama’s talent.

It was truly incredible.

...

”Breakfast is ready!”

A crisp voice called out from the kitchen.

It was Skynet, the little lolita.

To Saitama, she was merely his teacher’s younger sister. He had no idea that Skynet was actually an artificial intelligence.

In his heart, his teacher’s little sister was the ideal girl.

Although she appeared young, she was intelligent, sensible, and diligent. Every day, she handled the housework—laundry, cooking, and cleaning—keeping the villa immaculate.

Otherwise, given that neither he nor his teacher were particularly tidy, the place would surely be in chaos without her oversight.

”Saitama, pause your training. Take a short break and come eat,” Fenric said.

Saitama obediently responded.

”Yes, teacher.”

Soon, master and disciple sat at the dining table and began eating breakfast.

As for Skynet, she moved on to other household tasks.

Saitama had never seen Skynet eat.

That was something he found rather strange.

Of course, he did not dare ask too many questions about his teacher’s sister.

After breakfast and a half-hour rest, Fenric suddenly spoke.

”Saitama, let your teacher spar with you and see how your training has progressed.”

”Ah!?”

Saitama immediately straightened. ”Yes, teacher.”

The two entered the training room.

”Saitama, attack me with all your strength,” Fenric instructed.

At first, Saitama worried that he might accidentally injure his teacher.

But the thought vanished almost instantly.

His teacher was incredibly powerful—how could he possibly hurt him?

”Hai! Teacher, I’m coming!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Saitama rushed forward.

”Ha!”

He shouted and threw a punch at Fenric.

Although Saitama was now far stronger than an average person, he was still nowhere near capable of touching Fenric.

With a casual motion, Fenric caught Saitama’s fist.

Instantly.

Saitama felt as though he were facing a towering mountain that pierced the heavens.

The next moment.

A sense of weightlessness struck him, and he was slammed to the ground.

”Bang!”

The impact was heavy, and Saitama let out a cry of pain.

Seeing Fenric’s expressionless face and hearing no words of praise, Saitama immediately grew anxious.

He felt his performance had been terrible and that he had let his teacher down.

”Teacher, I... I...”

At a loss for words, Saitama lowered his head, hoping his teacher would scold him to vent his displeasure.

But no reprimand came.

Fenric remained silent.

In truth.

Fenric was waiting for the system’s notification tone.

The excuse about sparring had merely been that—an excuse.

His true objective was to defeat Saitama.

In this world, Saitama would one day stand at the pinnacle of strength.

Although Saitama was currently weak, he was destined to become the strongest in the future.

Fenric had intended to seize this opportunity to defeat Saitama during his weaker stage and see whether he could pass the system’s evaluation and complete the third mission.

The result.

He waited for a long time, yet the notification he anticipated never arrived.

Fenric felt disappointed.

Clearly, defeating the weak Saitama from three years prior did not count as defeating the strongest under the system’s judgment.

”Teacher? Please don’t be angry. I’ll work even harder...”

Saitama’s voice trembled.

Fenric snapped back to his senses.

Although disappointed at failing to exploit a loophole, he still maintained the composure expected of a teacher.

”Your teacher isn’t angry. You’ve only trained for one week, and you’ve already made tremendous progress. But you must not become complacent. Continue working hard, understood?”

Saitama exhaled deeply in relief and responded loudly, ”Yes, teacher, I understand!”

At that moment.

Skynet arrived.

”Brother, come watch TV!”

”Oh?”

Fenric’s eyes sharpened. He knew the news he had been waiting for had likely appeared, and he immediately headed to the living room.

Although he had supervised Saitama’s training over the past week, he had instructed Skynet to monitor the online activity of the tycoon Agoni and notify him of any developments.

As a top-tier intelligent lifeform, hacking into networks was Skynet’s specialty.

Her alert meant news about Agoni had surfaced.

After entering the living room, Fenric turned on the television.

A news broadcast was already playing.

The anchor faced the camera and announced, ”Breaking news: tycoon Mr. Agoni has decided to fund the establishment of a Hero Association, creating a brand-new platform for heroes dedicated to combating monsters...”

Fenric’s eyes lit up.

After waiting an entire week, the Hero Association was finally about to be founded.

In fact.

Fenric had briefly considered establishing his own Hero Association instead of waiting for Agoni.

He still had nearly 90 million US dollars in his account.

That sum should have been sufficient to launch an initial Hero Association.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

First, founding such an organization required more than money; it demanded enormous influence to secure government cooperation.

Fenric lacked that.

He was merely a passerby in this world. Aside from Saitama, very few people even knew him.

More importantly, Fenric feared that even if he founded the Hero Association himself and appointed himself as the top S-Class hero, such an act of being both referee and participant might be judged as ”cheating” by the system.

If the system refused to recognize him as the true number one S-Class hero, then all his efforts would be meaningless.

It was far better to wait patiently for Agoni Buttchin to establish the Hero Association before stepping forward to claim his place as a hero.

On the television, after delivering a string of praises, the host finally returned to the main point:

”...The Hero Association will be officially established on June 16th, which is two days from now. Mr. Agoni will donate one of his buildings as the Hero Association’s temporary headquarters. At the same time, Mr. Agoni hopes that all those who aspire to become heroes will actively join the Hero Association and become registered heroes...”

Two days later?

Fenric said, ”Skynet, find out which building Agoni donated. Give me the address.”

”Okay, brother...”

Saitama, who was standing beside him, could not help but ask, ”Teacher, are you going to join the Hero Association?”

Fenric nodded. ”Yes.”

”Found it!” Skynet’s voice sounded nearby. ”No. 116, XX Street, City A.”

”Alright, I understand.”

...

Two days later.

Fenric arrived in City A.

Saitama had originally wanted to accompany him, but Fenric refused.

The reason was that Saitama’s strength was not yet sufficient...

In truth, Fenric did not want to interfere too much with Saitama’s destined path.

If Saitama had joined the Hero Association alongside him at this moment...

Then three years later, would Saitama still be that C-Rank rookie? Would he still encounter so many hardships?

Following the address provided by Skynet, Fenric arrived at the Hero Association building.

By the time he arrived, the building was already completely surrounded.

Many aspiring heroes had answered Agoni’s call and gathered here, hoping to become official heroes.

After all, once someone became an official hero, they would receive a salary...

Seeing that the building was entirely blocked off, Fenric had no intention of obediently waiting in line.

If he queued like everyone else, he might not even get inside by tomorrow.

So Fenric rose into the air and flew directly over the crowd’s heads.

”Huh? What’s that above us—Ah! That person can fly!”

”Look, someone just flew past!”

”That’s incredible...”

The crowd buzzed with discussion, yet there was no panic or chaos.

Those aspiring to become heroes all possessed some sort of ability, so such a sight was not entirely shocking to them.

...

Fenric descended at the front of the line.

When the people saw that he had flown over, they looked at him with awe and voluntarily stepped aside.

The staff responsible for maintaining order at the entrance did not dare neglect someone who could fly.

”Sir, are you here to register for the hero selection?” a supervisor asked respectfully.

Fenric replied, ”Yes.”

”Then please register here first, sir.”

Fenric did not object. He cooperated with the registration process and then entered the building without issue.

In the first-floor lobby, many individuals who had already registered were waiting.

Fenric ignored them and went directly to a staff member, asking, ”Where is Mr. Agoni? I need to see him.”

The staff member quickly responded, ”Sir, please wait a moment. Mr. Agoni will be coming down shortly.”

Fenric nodded and found a seat.

He waited for about half an hour.

Then a group of people emerged from the elevator.

At the front stood an elderly man—it was none other than Agoni.

Behind Agoni were his assistants and bodyguards, and he was holding the hand of a little boy.

A chubby little boy with a noticeable double chin.

As soon as the boy stepped out, he quickly spotted Fenric, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

Seeing this, Fenric smiled and waved at the child.

”Grandpa, Grandpa... It’s that big brother—the big brother who saved me!”

”Oh?”

Agoni’s expression brightened with pleasant surprise. Following the direction his grandson pointed, he saw Fenric, whose bearing was calm yet extraordinary.

Agoni immediately led his grandson toward Fenric.

Upon meeting him, Agoni clasped Fenric’s right hand and said gratefully, ”Young man, thank you for saving my grandson.”

”There’s no need to be so courteous.” Fenric adopted a righteous and imposing tone. ”As a hero, if I encounter someone committing violence, I must step in and stop it.”

Agoni sighed. ”There are more and more vicious and unstable individuals in society these days. It is thanks to heroes like you that many people are spared from disaster.”

”My original intention in establishing the Hero Association was precisely to support heroes like you!”

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[Translator’s Note: Hello everyone, Seeker here. I’m currently facing a major problem with this book. From the information I’ve found, some chapters were ghostwritten at one point, which made parts of the story almost unreadable. I’m currently at those chapters now.

Thankfully, the author later revised them. The problem is that I don’t know where I can get or buy the revised raw chapters. What I currently have are the ghostwritten raw chapters, but what I need are the newly revised versions.

So if anyone knows where I can get them or how to solve this problem, I would really appreciate your help. I’m willing to pay for the revised chapters from the original site.]