I transmigrated into the weakest kind of demon, a Power Demon.
They told me Power Demons were only fit for heavy labor, cannon fodder in wartime, and had just five years to live.
In despair, I could only follow Teacher Saitama's training regimen.
The demons all laughed, saying this workout was a child's toy.
I wouldn't listen, wouldn't listen, like a turtle monk chanting scriptures.
Training reps: ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand...
Training days: ten, a hundred, a year, five years, ten years, a hundred years...
After all that, I seem to have become way too strong?
