I transmigrated into the weakest power demon in the demon race.
Fit only for hard labor, cannon fodder in wartime, and with just five years left to live.
In desperation, I could only study Teacher Saitama's training methods.
The demons all laughed at this routine, calling it a child's toy.
I won't listen, I won't listen, the turtle's chanting away.
Training repetitions: ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand...
Training days: ten days, a hundred days, a year, five years, ten years...
After all that, did I somehow become way too strong?
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I won't compete with you for first blood. I'll give you two.
I don't care if the first seven are not first blood, I am