Great, we're doomed now!

"Th-thank you!" The magician was extremely grateful to Ye Shou. "If it weren't for you, the whole train would have overturned, and I would probably be dead here."

"It was nothing," Ye Shou said, not caring at all. In his view, it was indeed the least he could do.

Although he had little recollection of Magician, and was only a minor character in the original story, he most likely wouldn't even get a single Destiny Coin.

"Your injuries are quite serious, rest a little longer."

The magician nodded, but couldn't help stretching his body, then was filled with awe—

Who exactly is this person? It's as if my injuries never existed!

He didn't age like Fubuki; he simply couldn't beat his opponent and had several bones broken. Normally, even if he were admitted to the Hero Association's medical facility, he would need to recuperate for a while... Could this be magic?

"Superpower, it must be a superpower!"

"My lord, please take a look at me too!"

"I just hit my head and broke it open..."

The surrounding passengers were in an uproar when they saw the magician's hand quickly heal them. Those who had been injured in the previous commotion, regardless of the severity of their injuries, all gathered around.

"I think I broke my arm!"

"My leg was badly cut by a shard of metal, and it bled a lot!"

"I feel a tightness in my chest, like I've hit some internal organs. Look at me first!"

Everyone's eyes were full of anticipation, and they even started scrambling for the items. But Ye Shou glanced over and knew that it wasn't as serious as they were making it out to be; Fubuki and Magic Hands were the most seriously injured.

The reason is simple: when the white blood cells first appeared, their physical abilities were more than enough to kill someone, so there were no "injured" people at all. Later, the magician held them back, and then Fubuki took over. By this time, the passengers had almost retreated to a safe area, and there was only pushing and shoving and some bumping and scraping when the train overturned.

Originally, the entire army would have been wiped out, but thanks to Ye Shou's intervention, the casualties were greatly reduced.

These superficial injuries could have been treated with just a doctor's visit... Ye Shou didn't refuse. He glanced at the crowd, which was starting to become chaotic, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly categorized the injured, instructing them to line up according to their condition.

Some people who tried to take advantage of the situation by blending into the crowd were picked out by Ye Shou with just a few words. They wanted to argue, but as soon as they met Ye Shou's eyes, they instinctively shut their mouths, not knowing what they were afraid of.

Perhaps it was simply the pressure on their soul that made them nod and obediently walk to the side, like a corporate slave facing their boss.

In just two short minutes, the crowded people were divided into several modules in an orderly manner, like a farmland. The passengers, who were originally difficult to control, all quieted down and obeyed Ye Shou's orders, regardless of gender or age.

—That natural conducting art is like a musician manipulating musical notes!

Fubuki's eyes widened in surprise at the sight. The magician beside her didn't see anything amiss, but Fubuki realized that Ye Shou was using the guise of "healing injuries" to manage the crowd.

Unbelievable...

It's important to understand that this seemingly simple task is actually extremely difficult. Fubuki had only been maintaining order temporarily and didn't actually have the confidence to keep it going.

Because this is a vast wilderness, lacking food and medicine, everyone needs to stay here and wait for rescue to arrive.

Various anxieties and unease can spread like a virus among people, gradually eroding their rationality, and eventually making them as restless as small animals before a natural disaster.

Perhaps due to the frequent occurrence of various natural disasters and strange people, the people in this world have a strong sense of crisis and will subconsciously seek out places or people they can rely on to feel safe. People generally lack confidence, and once they are in an unstable environment for a long time, they will show signs of losing control.

It is precisely because it is so difficult to "calm the public" that the existence of the Hero Association is extremely important to society—because they are responsible for propaganda and cleanup.

The concept of "heroes" in this world has evolved into a profession specifically designed to combat emergencies, much like enhanced versions of police officers and firefighters, and they are numerous. However, truly capable heroes (S-class) who can stand alone and protect a megacity are extremely rare, and many of them are individuals with problematic personalities.

Heroes like Tornado and Metal Knight are undoubtedly very strong, and most monsters can't last more than a few moves against them. They are the backbone of the association. But asking them to pay attention to "after-sales service," to consider the feelings of the public, or even to personally explain the situation to ordinary people... is simply unthinkable!

A proud and aloof hero can easily clash with a public with high needs. Some heroes, who are not good at expressing themselves, may have done good deeds but are perceived negatively by others. This has even led to serious incidents in the past… causing a significant drop in public trust.

To avoid this situation, the Hero Association has essentially "monopolized" the publicity channels, dedicated to maintaining the image and building IPs for its heroes, much like the relationship between a talent agency and an idol.

Because the association also provides intelligence and funding, heroes can ignore most of the trivial matters and only need to fight monsters, so they are all willing to accept assignments from the association. Many S-class heroes are attracted by this, and even those who prefer to work alone will cooperate with the association.

This is why heroes who are not registered with the association are seen as unorthodox—in the public eye, they are like sheepdogs without collars, who may protect the flock but might also bite back.

Regardless of whether this phenomenon is fair to heroes, Fubuki herself adapts to and even actively utilizes this system.

For promotional purposes, heroes with appealing images, like Sweet Mask and Tank Top Master, receive a lot of extra resources, increasing their public profile. The greater their fame, the better it is for the development of the Blizzard Group.

Returning to this moment, her astonishment stemmed from the fact that Ye Shou had effortlessly accomplished something even she herself was not confident about:

Even after the treatment was over, the crowd did not disperse or run around. They gathered together on their own without Ye Shou's special instructions, maintaining order throughout. People behind would even help the wounded in front to come over, looking after each other.

During this process, several uninjured young adults even stepped forward to clean up the broken carriages and set up a temporary rest area for the elderly and children. Magician, after resting for a while, naturally joined in and began assisting Ye Shou, the two acting as if they had known each other for a long time.

—Middle-level managers have automatically taken their positions!

"Don't worry, everyone, this hero's treatment is very effective!"

"Please keep an eye on your belongings, everyone. When the Hero Association staff arrive, we'll just need to register them!"

The passengers helped each other, some offering assistance to those in need, others clearing away broken glass and metal fragments. By the time sirens and the Hero Association's call came from afar, all the injured had received treatment from Ye Shou, and most of the scattered items had been tidied up. Everyone sat quietly in the temporary rest area, leisurely like tourists, without a trace of unease.

Fubuki stood aside, her heart filled with turmoil, and she completely gave up on the idea of ​​winning over Ye Shou!

It's impossible to succeed! And it's completely unnecessary!

Her "Blizzard Group" isn't particularly strong in terms of raw power, and theoretically lacks heroes with outstanding combat abilities. However, she rarely recruits top-ranked A-class characters and keeps her distance from S-class characters.

Because heroes of this caliber are generally not short of money, they are either maverick lone wolves or belong to a faction, and Fubuki has no way to impress them, either in terms of personal strength or the resources she can provide.

Ye Shou is a new hero with an "unknown identity," and may not even be registered with the association yet. He is powerful but seems to have a normal personality. He is a person with common sense and can be communicated with... and is even very polite.

Fubuki then began to have an idea—

But looking at the scene before her now, she suddenly realized how ridiculous her thoughts had been:

Ye Shou's aura alone is enough to make everyone trust and rely on him. This kind of superman, who is like a mythical figure with his own leadership and personal charm, is not someone that her Fubuki Group can restrain!

This kind of person could never be a lone wolf; there must be a much larger force behind him than the Fubuki Group!

'Forget it... I'll just stick to doing quests and grinding reputation.'

Fubuki sighed inwardly: As expected, it was impossible to catch up with her sister by taking shortcuts.

It's always better to rely on yourself than on others.

After some time, when the Hero Association investigators arrived at the scene first in a small aircraft, they were stunned by what they saw—

One would expect many people to complain, but the passengers are now orderly and in good condition. Only the damaged train and the large crater in the ground prove that a violent attack by a strange person once took place here.

"What... what's going on?" the leading association staff member asked in surprise.

hum~

The roar of propellers could be heard in the distance, and several more helicopters bearing the Hero Association's logo slowly landed. Association staff members carrying supplies and heroes who had come to provide support quickly disembarked, and members of the Fubuki Group also arrived.

"Lady Fubuki! Are you alright?" The subordinate rushed forward and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his boss was safe and sound.

The leader of the Hero Association quickly walked up to Fubuki to find out what was going on—although she was only a B-rank, everyone assumed she had A-rank strength and that she was even more important than Magical Hand.

"Hellish Blizzard, we rushed over as soon as we received the alarm. We heard that a powerful monster attacked the train. Did you handle it?"

"Me? You really overestimate me."

Fubuki shook her head, her gaze sweeping across the scene, but she didn't see Ye Shou's figure.

Not only her, but the surrounding passengers also looked around. Ye Shou, who had been treating the wounded just moments before, had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the wounded who had been properly cared for and the cleaned-up scene.

"They left without saying goodbye?" Fubuki asked thoughtfully. "Don't they want to have any contact with the association?"

"Huh? Could it be another hero? There shouldn't be any S-rank heroes around here."

The staff quickly retrieved the surveillance footage from the train, and together with the passengers' accounts, a clear picture gradually emerged.

Finally, all the information was compiled, and a general explanation of Ye Shou's fighting style and core abilities was given before a report was submitted to the association.

Shortly afterward, the Hero Association issued a statement formally thanking the mysterious hero and inviting him to join the association.

Out of respect, they did not give Ye Shou a nickname without his permission, but a special identification name circulated within the organization.

Ripple Divine Rider

……

"Huh? The white blood cells aren't responding... what's going on? Their life force has vanished!"

Above a megacity, a naked, muscular monster opens its eyes, its purple skin revealing bulging veins.

"They didn't even have time to call for help? What kind of guy is he?"

The immune system can't function without white blood cells... tsk!

—Whoosh!

The strange man stopped his actions, and his figure vanished from the city skyline in an instant.

After a long while, when it reappeared, it had already arrived at the site of the train crash!

The civilians and heroes had already evacuated, leaving only some staff members to clean up the mess. Upon seeing the strange man appear, they immediately screamed in terror.

However, the purple monster paid no attention to them, staring intently at the large crater where the white blood cells had perished, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"Completely annihilated, beyond any chance of recovery... This direction? How dare... How dare they!"

Boom!

The atmosphere shattered, and amidst the turbulent waves, the strange creature broke the sound barrier, flying straight towards the other side of the horizon like a missile.

"It's at Mach 5... Quick, notify the association! This thing is definitely a Demon-level or higher threat; only an S-class hero can deal with it!"

Chapter 306: Behold my righteous sneak attack! (4K)

Boom—!

A deafening roar shook the sky, waking the entire city from its tranquility. As a flash of light descended from the sky, an office building in the city center collapsed with a deafening crash, sending plumes of smoke and dust billowing into the air!

A fat, grotesque man, at least ten meters tall, slowly emerged from the ruins. His body was covered in greasy, grayish-green skin, his belly was round like a giant balloon, and his limbs were short, thick, yet exceptionally powerful.

It has three gray tentacles about the thickness of chopsticks standing upright on its head. Its face lacks facial features, with only a huge "X" on its face. The tips of its tentacles shimmer with a faint red light, just like an anglerfish in the deep sea.

"I am a macrophage, the scavenger of Earth's immune system!" the strange man roared, the sound shaking the surrounding windows and shattering them.

"Humans, as the antigens that destroy the ecosystem, today we will expel you all, leaving not a single one alive!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it opened its enormous mouth, generating a powerful suction force like a black hole. Scattered steel and concrete, car wreckage, even roadside trash cans and streetlights, along with human remains, were all sucked into its mouth and disappeared as if they had entered a bottomless pit.

As it continued to devour, its size expanded at a visible rate, growing to fifteen meters tall in the blink of an eye. Large and small metal plates appeared on its body, its skin looked as if it were coated with oil, and it shone brightly with its bulging muscles. The red light on its dendrites became increasingly dazzling.

—Disaster Level: [Demon]!

At the same time, on the streets of another megacity, dozens of strange figures dressed in black uniforms and wearing silver masks appeared out of nowhere.

They are no different in size from ordinary people, but they are exceptionally agile, and each of them has a long, thin black antenna on its head.