Great, we're doomed now!

Once he turned the corner and made sure he could no longer see those strange figures behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace, almost jogging.

Damn it, I almost got entangled.

He cursed under his breath as he walked, and his feigned arrogance finally betrayed his true emotions.

Homeless Emperor, who was considered powerful and unassuming by the Monster Association, was now feeling tense, anxious, and even a little fear.

But he has to say he is very fortunate to have escaped before the Monster Association launched its offensive. As long as he can reach the ground, he will be safe!

Homeless Emperor was never a weirdo.

To be precise, he was just a homeless man who gained power, a lucky one who was chosen by "God" by chance.

As for how he went from a white-collar worker to a homeless person, frankly speaking, it's all society's fault.

It's unclear when it started, but dancing naked is no longer seen as a way to amuse others by being ugly; instead, it's considered sexual harassment. So, when he did this at the company's welcome party, he naturally lost his job…

When he was at his wit's end and chose to hang himself, that "god" appeared. The unseen gaze from the shadows granted him the superpower to unleash powerful orbs of light, and with this power, he became the king of the homeless!

But in the end, he was just a homeless man.

Putting aside his superpowers, his physical strength is just that of an ordinary person. Recently, for some unknown reason, the gods have suddenly stopped paying attention to him, and his powerful "light sphere power" is getting weaker and weaker and less and less.

He no longer possesses the fighting power to compare with a Dragon-level monster; at most, he's at the Demon level, and in a couple more days, he won't even be as good as a Demon!

The Monster Association is clearly in big trouble now. Even a combat power of Elder Centipede's caliber is being held back. If he doesn't take the opportunity to run away, is he going to wait to become a target for the Hero Association or become food for the monsters?

As for those weirdos who worship him... what does it have to do with him?

Good luck to everyone!

"it is good!"

The passage became narrower and the light brighter. Homeless Emperor rounded a corner, and finally, a ventilation shaft appeared ahead.

This overjoyed him, and he quickened his pace, using the last of his strength to jog over—

call!

He took a deep breath, and the fresh air filled his lungs, carrying the scent of sunshine, giving the homeless emperor a feeling of being reborn.

But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw someone standing less than ten meters away from him.

The man was tall, wearing a plaid shirt, with blond hair slicked back and three horrifying scars on his face. He was expressionless but exuded an imposing aura.

Homeless Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted—

KING!

The strongest man on earth!

My mind went completely blank for a moment, and cold sweat streamed down my forehead.

King on the other side was also stunned. He stared at the man in front of him who was wearing a crown and a cloak and was emitting a stench of decay. He froze on the spot.

A weirdo? Or an ordinary person?

KING knew very well what was below the vent.

That was the Monster Association's stronghold. Logically speaking, only monsters should come out of there. Even though the person in front of him didn't seem to have any mutations... To be honest, even though he was much stronger now, being attacked by a monster made King instinctively very nervous.

Gum!

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but his expression remained calm and indifferent.

No matter how flustered they were inside, they couldn't show it on their faces. The two of them just stared at each other, neither of them making the first move.

The wind blew through the street, swirling up a few pieces of waste paper, which then fell after a brief twilight.

Homeless Emperor's brain was racing: He couldn't make the first move! He absolutely couldn't make the first move!

Standing before him was King, a man even Dragon-level monsters dared not confront head-on. If he attacked now, he would undoubtedly die here!

But if you pretend to be an ordinary person...

Yup!

Homeless Emperor gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He could say that he was a victim of being kidnapped by a monster!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Homeless Emperor made a decision:

"Help! Help me!"

He stumbled a couple of steps toward KING, a terrified expression on his face: "I'm an innocent citizen who was kidnapped! I barely managed to escape! There are still a lot of weirdos down there! Please, please go and destroy them!"

His voice was trembling, but not from fear, but from nervousness.

KING frowned slightly as he looked at the "victim" in front of him.

An ordinary person?

His intuition told him something was wrong, and besides, the all-out attack hadn't been launched yet. It was impossible for King to challenge the entire Monster Association alone, so he just stood there motionless.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of King, the Homeless Emperor's heart skipped a beat, and he almost lost his composure.

"Please!" He took two more steps forward, his voice trembling with tears. "They could catch up at any moment. I can't let them take me back!"

King finally spoke: "I won't go down."

His voice was calm, but only he knew that his heart was pounding like a drum in his chest.

Homeless Emperor paused for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

"Because the more valuable goal is right here."

When KING said this, his gaze fell on Homeless Emperor, as if there was something deeper in his eyes.

—To outsiders, it was simply “a clear display of murderous intent”!

hiss!

The hairs on Homeless Emperor's body stood on end!

KING's original intention was that protecting this "ordinary person" in front of him was more important than going down to take risks, since he was not cut out for combat and would not be of much use if he went down.

But to Homeless Emperor, this statement had a different interpretation...

exposed!

KING saw through him from the very beginning; his clumsy performance was as ridiculous as a clown's farce in front of a true powerhouse.

Fear, despair, anger—all these emotions coalesced into a single, insane decision at that moment.

Get started first!

He suddenly raised his right hand, palm facing KING.

A pure white energy blast condensed in his palm, radiating a dazzling light.

boom!

The energy blast transformed into a beam of light, heading straight for King's face.

"what?"

King's mind couldn't process it, but his nerve reflexes were as fast as light, even Saitama couldn't match them in this respect. The Ripple energy in his body started to operate automatically the moment Homeless Emperor raised his hand, like a defense mechanism that had been triggered, surging wildly along his meridians.

Breaking a move and then counterattacking—that's the instinct of a gaming master!

The moment the light bullet left his hand, KING's body began to move, not backward but forward.

He dodged the light bullet by a hair's breadth, like a cannonball fired from a gun.

KING had just hit Homeless Emperor's weak spot.

Because his physique is that of an ordinary person, his own defense is practically zero. Even being caught in the aftershocks of a battle would be fatal, so the Homeless Emperor dared not let the orbs of light explode around him.

If King retreats, the orb of light will not only grow rapidly, but the area it explodes in will also leave him nowhere to hide. But instead, he instinctively charges forward like someone in a fighting game. With Homeless Emperor detonating the orb at that distance, King might not survive, but Homeless is certainly doomed!

"do not want!"

"Flowing water~"

As the light bullet grazed past his ear, KING had already closed in on Homeless Emperor.

Homeless Emperor was dumbfounded. He saw King's expressionless face getting closer and closer, but while his brain sent out an evasive command, his untrained body couldn't keep up at all—

Then, a fist slammed into his abdomen!

boom!

Homeless Emperor felt as if his internal organs had been turned inside out, his body bent uncontrollably, and his feet left the ground, sending him soaring into the air.

My mind went blank for a moment, and a metallic sweetness filled my mouth.

"Uh...ah..."

Homeless Emperor crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust, then let out a muffled whimper, his body curled up like a crushed worm.

He lay on the ground, twitched twice, then his eyes rolled back, and he became completely still.

It can only be said that King is kind-hearted and subconsciously held back his strength against the humanoid creature; otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just being seriously injured and unconscious. Given his life energy intensity, it's quite possible that he could have directly blasted it apart.

"……well?"

King stood there in his punching stance, staring blankly at his fist that he hadn't had time to retract.

Is that all?

The strongest man on earth wore an expression that was hard to tell whether it was bewilderment or lingering fear.

He crouched down and carefully checked the Homeless Emperor's breath, then breathed a sigh of relief...

"Let's hand it over to the association first."

-

In the underground space, Big Eyes stared at yet another dot of light that had gone out on the light screen, a hint of disbelief flashing in his huge single eye.

Even the Homeless Emperor has been defeated?

"How is that possible!"

Its sound echoed in the empty space, carrying an overwhelming sense of astonishment.

The Homeless Emperor is a Dragon-level executive. Although he usually pretends to be weak while actually being strong, and you can't sense any aura of a powerful person, his strength is real. How could he have been killed so quickly by ( )?

who is it?