Great, we're doomed now!

"like!"

"like!"

"like!"

The crowd instantly engulfed the unlicensed rider's figure...

"I!!!"

The freak with twenty masks shouted at the sky, "It's 'human love'!"

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"Ok?"

Ye Shou suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp and piercing, startling Chuixue who was standing next to him.

Who is "human love"?

I will end his life with one sword!

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Chapter 323: The Beetle Evil Spirit Possessed Me! (Second Update!)

—A waste of emotions.

Ye Shou looked down at the strange man below who was continuing to make perverted pronouncements, a hint of disgust in his eyes.

I thought it was something like Amakusa, Madoka, Teihou, or Gen Urobuchi, something that was either going to do something big or that would attract evil spirits through "human love," but it turns out to be this.

You don't deserve it!

Ye Shou had already experienced a lot of trauma when he was a shut-in in his previous life, and he had lived in Japan for twenty years in this life, so he really couldn't bear to hear those three words.

Creators fall into two categories: one type constructs worldviews and stories from a God's-eye view, and the other type examines everything around them from their own perspective and then transforms it into a brand-new story.

The latter are mostly extreme examples; some are truly brilliant, but they often have a few flaws mixed in. This is because they unconsciously delve into their own darkness to create, easily projecting themselves into the characters and then expressing their own values.

For example, Gen Urobuchi, Kinoko Nasu, Hajime Isayama, Fujimoto Itsuki... we can often see outrageous arguments in them, which seem to make sense but we know that they are wrong, just like sophistry in philosophical theory.

　(Japanese intellectuals do indeed easily become engrossed in detective and philosophical books.)

Ye Shou felt confused in his previous life, but in this life, with a different perspective, as if he had gained spiritual vision, he immediately understood:

The author didn't write about "human love" as an irony, but because they genuinely believed it to be true, because their own understanding of "love" was distorted!

To be honest, Ye Shou was genuinely terrified of this group of people who were literally mentally ill; he was even afraid of getting chocolate all over himself after beating them to a pulp...

Fortunately, One-Punch Man is essentially a comedic and action-packed manga. Although Murata occasionally goes off the rails, the overall framework remains unchanged, so it doesn't develop into something so abstract.

If something like this were to appear in the main world someday, he would definitely use the Ultra Explosive Fist on the spot!

"Ok?"

Ye Shou frowned and pointed downwards—

hum!

Everything in sight seemed to be encased in transparent glass, from the strange man to the hypnotized victim, frozen in place for an instant, even the leaves blown by the wind seemed to float in the air.

Only the others remained conscious, though they didn't know what had happened, while the strange man's eyes showed terror, clearly indicating that he had realized something:

This powerful psychic energy that almost freezes space—could it be the [Trembling Tornado]?

No, it's too early to deal with such a powerful opponent!

The monster struggled frantically at the thought of that legendary S-class hero... but it was no use; he couldn't move even a single finger.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the twenty-masked figures, a figure slowly descended. Contrary to his expectations, it wasn't a petite superhuman, but a dashing, black-haired youth.

The stranger's pupils contracted.

Ye Shou ignored it and went to the crowd. He casually pushed aside the people surrounding him and found the Unlicensed Rider who was being held by three people but still maintained a defensive posture and had not fallen down.

What a coincidence!

Ye Shou stepped forward and pulled the unlicensed knight out of the crowd, then lightly snapped his fingers—

Wow!

The crowd immediately collapsed!

The unlicensed rider stood on the ground with difficulty, swaying like a newborn fawn.

"W-What's going on? I have to thank you for...wait, you are...I just feel..."

The unlicensed knight looked up and saw Ye Shou, realizing he had been rescued. He was about to express his gratitude when he suddenly froze:

"Could it be that it is Lord [Divine Might Rider]?"

"You've seen me before?" Now it was Ye Shou's turn to be surprised.

"No, I haven't seen it in person, but there are many videos online of you fighting against white blood cells. Although most of them were filmed with a mobile phone, you can still barely recognize them."

Do people even remember to tweet when facing life and death...?

"I know you too, the number one unlicensed rider in Class C."

"Great, let's join forces... cough!" The unlicensed rider felt a surge of blood rush to his chest, and his vision went black.

Ye Shou helped him up and found that although the man was strong, he had suffered serious injuries from the continuous beatings. He immediately activated his Ripple Qi Gong and channeled it into him.

"Eee!"

The unlicensed rider screamed in agony, even more so than when he was being ganged up on earlier. Strands of golden light entered his body, healing his injuries almost instantly. However, his terrified nerves began to twitch uncontrollably, making him feel as if all the muscles in his body were trembling.

Seeing this, Ye Shou was about to let go when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm!

Looking through the palm, a section of an ancient arrow, existing between reality and illusion, is slowly retracting...

The unlicensed rider had a cut on his arm that looked like a knife cut, with bright red blood seeping into the surrounding area before healing rapidly under the influence of the ripples.

[Arrow] is being so proactive? How strange!

When they encountered Daigo and the others, the [Arrow] was also restless, but it didn't react much when Ye Shou interacted with Saitama. He thought that something had gone wrong with the thing after it merged with the [Prosperous Country], and that it needed to go into slumber frequently...

Why did Saitama not work out, but Mumen Rider did?

Bald Cape Man shouldn't be ineligible!

Ye Shou paused, then suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing sharply—

Boom!

The strange man with twenty masks, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly stood up, like a shrimp being pinched by chopsticks, his whole body squeezed narrow.

"Ugh...please..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Actually, I'm quite interested in you. I feel like we can have a chat."

Ye Shou smiled slightly, released the man from his mental restraints, and the strange man seemed to be deep in thought:

As expected, this new enemy is a superhuman!

However, the strongest human psychic is Tatsumaki, in other words this guy is definitely weaker than Tatsumaki... but there's no hope of a direct confrontation, let's see if there's a chance to use hypnosis.

The strange man made up his mind, looked up, and gave what he thought was a friendly smile: "Oh? You like lolis too—"

Snapped!

An invisible psychic slap flashed past, and visible ripples appeared on the monster's face, spreading in layers!

Finally, a few teeth flew out, and the whole person jumped out, finally lying on the ground covering their face, looking at Ye Shou in great confusion.

"What interests me is your mutation process."

Ye Shou made no attempt to hide his disdain for the Twenty-Mask – normal people getting high and real perverts are not the same.

"When you became a monster, did you eat anything or encounter any special circumstances?"

"Eat...no." Twenty Masks shook his head frantically. "As for special circumstances...listen to me, I was falsely accused of being a pervert, but actually I just couldn't take off this 'mask'—"

"slander?"

When Ye Shou realized that Ye Shou couldn't offer any valuable information, he immediately lost interest.

"Then how did this 'mask' end up on your head?"

wack:"……"

Bang!

The twenty-masked creature's muscles were taut, and it instantly swelled to more than five meters tall, its entire body turning crimson like a ghost. Only the unique mask remained hanging on it, taut and without breaking.

"no way!

Do you think I'd be afraid of you at this distance? Unlike you humans, I don't rely solely on telekinesis—I use super brainwaves!

There seemed to be flashes of electricity in the air, and an invisible mental force rushed straight into Ye Shou's mind!

Sensing that his intrusion had been met with absolutely no resistance, and that the other party's mind was so naive as to be completely unguarded, Twenty Masks was overjoyed—

In this way, let alone escaping, if we're lucky, we might even knock him unconscious. After all, people who look very strong on the outside might have surprisingly weak willpower!

With this in mind, he almost exhausted all his mental energy and rushed in headfirst!

—I can't see anything.

Chaotic, cold, with no visible boundaries...

This is nothing like the human spiritual world; rather, it's like the deepest, most subconscious edge of a dream. Once you fall in, it's like entering a void quadrant, from which you can never find your way back.

The panicked monster began to look around, trying to figure out where it was, a place that felt completely unfamiliar to someone who had invaded so many humans.

Suddenly, his "consciousness" was frozen!

Something... some kind of "being" is watching me!

He turned around stiffly, and the "darkness" that could not be probed with mental power appeared in the void—

A body thousands of meters, tens of thousands of meters, an infinite body stands tall; the giant that can devour all light is right here!

"He" did not notice the strange man, just as humans ignore dust, yet His very existence was enough to make any tiny being who saw His imposing figure kneel in submission.

With just a fleeting glance, countless curses and malice assailed him, engulfing him like a mythical flood that submerged the heavens and earth. His mind was instantly filled with indescribable fear, and he only wanted to shout out to vent his emotions.

But he dared not speak—