After just a few hours of training, his stats had skyrocketed.
Seeing this, Vincent Tan was overjoyed.
"No wonder Saitama broke his limiter. This physique is godlike!"
The most insane thing about Saitama's constitution was how easy it made getting stronger. All it took was consistent training.
Unlike other physical traits that required harsh conditions and perfect synergy, this path was straightforward.
"In the original storyline, Saitama trained for three years until he went bald and became unbeatable... Three years? I can wait that long!"
Vincent chuckled to himself.
He could already picture it three years from now, one punch splitting the planet in half like a perfect hair part.
As for going bald? He honestly didn't care.
…
Back home.
Vincent took a shower, then grabbed his phone. He saw a flood of missed calls and unread messages.
He hadn't brought his phone with him while training earlier.
Most of the missed calls were from one person.
Thanks to the memories of this body, Vincent knew it was his best buddy his ride-or-die gaming pal, the kind who pulled all-nighters at the internet café with him.
He didn't return the call right away. Instead, he opened the messages and started reading from the top.
"Bro! Vincent! You're nuts, man! You pissed off the homeroom teacher so bad he was practically foaming at the mouth! I swear, after you left, his face turned purple like pig liver! Glorious!"
"Holy crap, you won't believe this. Cao Jingjing from our class actually bonded with Flashy Flash! An S-Class hero! The whole exam site went nuts. Even city officials showed up. She's definitely set for life now. So jealous."
"Ugh, the teacher's happy again. Just looking at his smug face makes me wanna hurl. Honestly, your sacrifice was pointless. But hey, the principal and teacher are happy now, so maybe they'll let you off easy."
"Damn it! I failed to bond with Atomic Samurai. That bastard just gave me one look and kicked me out…"
"Why aren't you answering your phone, man?"
"…Sh*t. Vincent, don't tell me you're doing something stupid?"
"Pick up already! It's just a C-Class hero! At least you succeeded, unlike the rest of us losers. No reason to beat yourself up!"
"Come on, Vincent. Don't do anything rash. Without you around, my life's gonna get so damn boring…"
…
There were over a dozen messages, and it was clear his best friend was genuinely worried.
Vincent smiled, then typed out a reply:
"I'm fine. Took a nap this afternoon. Phone was on silent. Didn't hear you calling."
Moments later, his friend called back immediately, inviting him out for drinks and a gaming session at the net café.
But after training all afternoon, Vincent was completely wiped out. He politely turned him down.
Afterward, he made himself dinner and went to bed early.
…
In the days that followed…
Vincent stuck to his training routine religiously.
His stats kept growing at an astonishing pace.
Almost every day brought a massive boost.
Name: Vincent TanRace: HumanConstitution: 46Spirit: 17Strength: 53Agility: 41Bloodline: Saitama Physique (Awakened)
These were his current stats.
His strength had already surpassed an average human's by more than five times.
Vincent felt that if he punched with full force…
He could probably kill a bull in one blow.
Saitama's constitution really was a cheat code.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Vincent had just finished his shower and blinked in surprise before walking over to open it.
Standing outside was a delivery man.
"Hello, are you Vincent Tan?"
"That's me."
"You have a delivery. Please sign here."
"Thanks."
After signing and seeing the courier off, Vincent opened the package. Inside was his high school diploma.
And an acceptance letter from a third-rate university.
…