[One-Punch Man fanfic + misinterpretation + King + comedy + survival-first way]
What's it like to transmigrate into King from One-Punch Man? Goudao Ren says: Thanks for asking. I'm in City Z, just got off the couch, and the King Engine is roaring again because I'm scared out of my wits.
That's right. The strongest heartbeat in this world comes from my deepest fear. The [Survival-first System] bound to me takes the word “cowardly” to its logical extreme: as long as I don't fight, take responsibility, or draw attention, the more I keep my head down, the stronger I get!
And so my daily life looks like this:
Teaching Genos: “Instead of piling on attack power, why not max out luck and evasion?” (RPG experience)
Genos suddenly understands: So this is the supreme combat philosophy of winning at the lowest possible cost!
Sparring with Bang: Too scared to move, I freeze in place.
Bang regards me with solemn respect: This is the pinnacle of martial arts, the legendary art of “meeting every change with stillness”!
Running into Garou: I turn around and run for my life.
Garou is shaken: Such a decisive strategic retreat, without the slightest opening!
Then one day, a god-level disaster arrives. I look at Saitama, who can blow up a planet with one punch, then at the Hero Association members who think he's my underling, and cover my face in despair.
“Um... I don't want the credit. Could I go home and harvest my vegetables first?”
It's cloudy and foggy, so I can't write clearly.