Great, we're doomed now!

And he has clearly matured a lot!

Those eyes swept across the rainforest below, expressionless, as if looking at a pile of insignificant trash.

"That's... a tornado?" the unlicensed rider asked uncertainly.

The tornado, making its "debut," slowly raised its right hand—

Then, the entire rainforest began to tremble!

The thick vines, the giant Venus flytraps, the towering trees—all of them were uprooted from the ground at the same instant by an invisible force!

Soil flew everywhere, and gravel scattered in all directions. The rainforest floor was like a carpet that had been lifted up, along with the roots that were anchored dozens of meters deep, all of which were pulled out in large pieces.

The ants attacking the people, the swarms of insects hovering in the air, and the beetles crawling among the vines were all swept up by this force and rose into the sky along with the rainforest.

It's fair to say that half a city block was lifted up!

The tornado in the sky watched all this expressionlessly, and gently clenched its raised hand.

The rainforest suspended in the air began to shrink, vines and trees were squeezed, folded, and twisted like a crumpled piece of waste paper. The sounds of shells cracking, plant fibers breaking, and soil and stones rubbing against each other blended together to create a teeth-grinding noise.

At the same time, numerous tiny "black dots" fell from the sky; these were actually trapped civilians deliberately driven out by the tornado.

hum~

They were caught by another force.

A gentle, blue-glowing psychic force rose from the ground, like a soft net, catching the falling ordinary people and gently placing them on the ground.

Fubuki stood in the middle of the street, her short black hair fluttering gently in the wind, and the hem of her dark green dress swaying slightly. She raised her hands, palms facing up, and her psychic power surged from within her, transforming into countless tiny threads that precisely wrapped around each person in need of help.

Her movements were calm and elegant, like conducting a symphony, with every note perfectly timed, demonstrating her extremely strong micro-management skills.

"Lady Fubuki!" the unlicensed knight exclaimed in surprise.

Fubuki nodded to him, then looked up at the sky.

"Sister, that's about enough."

Upon hearing this, the tornado in the sky, who was in the form of a young girl, slightly curled the corners of her mouth and suddenly clenched her raised hand.

boom!

The rainforest suspended in mid-air was compressed into a sphere with a diameter of less than 100 meters in an instant.

Then, Tornado waved her hand outwards—

The sphere was launched like a cannonball, leaving a long trail as it passed through the clouds and disappeared into the deep blue sky.

Tornado withdrew her hand, looked down at the mess below, clenched her fist and then relaxed it, feeling somewhat surprised.

Her mental energy flowed smoothly and solidly through her fingertips, much more so than before. The level of power had increased significantly, as had the precision of her movements; even she found it somewhat unbelievable.

She could do this before, and even more exaggerated things were within her grasp, but it would never have been as easy or as precise as it is now.

She even had the capacity to control the volume error after compression to the centimeter level... something she couldn't do before.

When did this change begin?

Tornado's fingers twitched slightly, and a barely perceptible blush rose to the tips of her ears.

However, she quickly realized what had happened and connected it to something that had happened before:

Fubuki's psychic power suddenly erupted, almost instantly boosting her strength from an A-rank hero to an S-rank. This abnormal growth curve... When exactly did they get together, and how many times did they do it?

Of course, Ye Shou is Fubuki's boyfriend, and she can only be considered a "relative." Even after that night, this relationship will not change, so she should not be jealous or possessive at this moment.

But... my most cherished younger sister was taken by that jerk sometime in the past, and even I was eventually seduced and smitten by the same man... so it's only natural to be angry, right?

Tatsumaki glanced down at Fubuki, who was still organizing disaster relief efforts, her eyes darting around. With a slight effort, she rose into the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

She was furious and needed to vent her anger on Ye Shou!

However, when she arrived at the Kuse Agency, she couldn't find Ye Shou anywhere. After investigating for a while, she flew to W City at supersonic speed and instantly captured Ye Shou, who had just destroyed a giant robot and hadn't even had time to react!

"what?"

I need to find a quiet place... Thinking of the tropical rainforest that was just launched into space, Tornado had a flash of inspiration: On the edge of another uninhabited continent, there is a place called the Amazon rainforest that would be perfect!

-

"...Ye Shou?"

In the post-disaster ruins, Fubuki suddenly turned around, her brow furrowed slightly, then shook her head and threw herself back into her work.

"It's the wind."

Volume 11: To the Day of Destiny: Chapter 507: The Free King of the Land of Gold (4K)

Ye Shou was surprised to find that there was also an Amazon rainforest in One-Punch Man.

As mentioned before, this world is not just one continent. There is a neighboring continent that is too harsh to live on, and on its edge grows a dense, sunless primeval forest, which explorers call the Amazon.

Because of the disaster she had just dealt with, Tatsumaki remembered this place and kidnapped Ye Shou here... Let's leave aside how Ye Shou struggled to survive, how Fubuki found this place by sensing it, and how she shouted "Don't touch it!" when her sister reached out her hand.

His days in One-Punch Man passed by in the company of Tatsumaki and Fubuki.

Perhaps because he was not good at saying goodbye, or perhaps because he did not want to make a promise, he did not make a big deal out of his return. He did not make any vows about what he would do after his return. They also knew that the "trial" Ye Shou mentioned must be extremely difficult, so they deliberately kept calm and did not show any unusual expression, so as not to disturb Ye Shou's mood.

-

A small path within the world of Delicious in Dungeon~

Click!

The carriage jolted on the gravel, and the adventurer inside, wrapped in a dark gray cloak, swayed along with it.

He reached out and lifted the curtain, and sunlight rushed in, illuminating his dark face.

"arrive."

The coachman ahead turned around and called out, but the adventurer did not respond, as his gaze was already drawn to the scene ahead.

It was a towering, greyish-white city wall, gleaming strangely in the sunlight, as if it had been polished and varnished. The joints between the stones were perfectly square, displaying a meticulousness and stubbornness unique to dwarven craftsmen.

The city gates were wide open, and a stream of people flowed in from both sides. Merchants pushing carts, farmers leading mules, adventurers carrying packs, and a few people in robes whose identities were not discernible, all passed through in several rows under the guidance of the guards.

"This is proof of the Adventurers' Guild."

"...No problem, is it just the few of you?"

The guard walked to the car, examined it carefully, and nodded.

"Go in."

The carriage started moving again, and the light dimmed for a moment as it passed through the city gate, then suddenly it opened up—

The wide stone-paved road stretches from the city gate to the horizon, with neat rows of wooden and stone buildings on both sides. The residential and commercial areas are separate, and this avenue runs between the east and west commercial areas. It is also the route with the highest traffic volume, so you can see many bustling shops and workshops on both sides of the road.

The blacksmith's furnace was burning brightly, a long queue stretched outside the bakery, and further away was a tavern with its door half open, from which came intermittent laughter and melodious piano music.

Most importantly—it's very tidy!

This is certainly not due to the high quality of the residents, but rather it proves that the city is ruled by a powerful force, because providing excellent public services requires a high level of organizational capacity.

The adventurer couldn't help but whistle: "This is a new town? I didn't realize!"

The coachman grinned upon hearing this, clearly more familiar with the area than the adventurer: "This is nothing. Go north and see, it's much more lively there."

The carriage continued forward, and more and more people joined in. As an adventurer who made his living by traveling around, it was normal for him to look around in a new environment, not to mention that he planned to stay here for a few years and maybe even settle down here to retire. Naturally, he wanted to learn more about his future second home.

The adventurer noticed that the streets were not only populated by humans; there were also many kind-looking, honest-looking dwarves with big beards, carrying bundles that were larger than their own bodies, and their boots clattering on the cobblestones as they walked.

Elves are not as numerous as dwarves; they gather in twos and threes, their clothes are more exquisite than those of humans, and they speak very softly. This is not out of shyness but rather because they naturally look down on passersby and do not want others to hear their voices. Occasionally, they will cast a scrutinizing glance at passing adventurers.

There are also some races whose stature is as short as human children, yet their movements are exceptionally agile. They weave through the crowd, carrying various small items and hawking them to passersby.

“Those are halflings from the south.” The coachman glanced in the direction of his gaze. “Even if you haven’t seen them in your hometown, you must have heard of them. Be careful not to let them get close to your wallet… However, although there’s no guarantee of trust, all the halflings in this territory are registered, so you don’t need to worry too much when making transactions.”

The adventurer nodded, but his gaze had already passed over the crowd and landed on the tall tower in the center.

—Kuse Tower.

It rises from the city center like a giant needle driven into the earth, with a faint golden light shimmering at its tip, like a crown plated with gold.

"Is that the lord's residence?"

“Hmm.” The coachman’s tone became slightly more respectful. “That is where His Highness the ‘Free King’ lives.”

The adventurer didn't correct his title; he knew the legendary man hadn't yet claimed the title of king, at least not officially. But in this land, the title "Free King" had become the norm among the villagers and merchants.

The former island is now surrounded by newly formed land; the original strait has disappeared and been replaced by a vast plain.

In this once sunken and resurrected territory, a real city rose from the ground, attracting a large number of adventurers and merchants with its underground minerals and ancient dwarven ruins. This naturally brought about huge market demand, and an economic belt slowly emerged around the city.

The new, or rather the "first" lord, Kuzeha Mori, although an adventurer of unknown origin, accomplished the feat of liberating the underground labyrinth and was recognized by both humans and elves.

With his exceptional skills and keen insight, he invested resources without any waste. With ample financial support, he recruited a large number of impoverished free people from other places, allocated land to them, rented farm tools, and built longhouses for them, and villages and towns were gradually established.

This region developed at an unimaginable speed, as if the heavens were blessing it... Various minerals were constantly being discovered, and the newly cultivated land could produce as much as mature land in the second year!

This area was previously submerged by seawater, so the soil should be very unsuitable for farming...

Due to its geographical location, it has attracted several nearby trade routes, becoming an important transit hub and further revitalizing the economy.

Prosperity and flourishing abound; the man seemed to be favored by the god of abundance, with small miracles happening almost daily.

With its unique output and enormous potential, the original territory had the foundation of a small country and was known as the "Land of Gold" and the "Land of the Past," while Ye Shou was also known as the "King of the Free People."

Because he upheld the principle of equality of human rights within his territory, he did not discriminate based on race, but assigned positions based solely on individual talent and character, thus largely achieving fairness, especially in treating free citizens and freed slaves well.

Generally speaking, the more talented a person is, the more obvious their personal likes and dislikes become. In this multi-ethnic world, various stereotypes are inevitable. Different races with different lifespans, cultures, and personalities find it difficult to get along equally, which inevitably leads to conflicts.

The man named Kuze Yoshimori was like an absolutely objective political machine. He handled affairs without personal feelings, focusing only on practicality and efficiency. Whether it was a rare race with limited resources or a tall person of his own race, everyone could receive the treatment they deserved from him.

Moreover, he is very generous... Not to mention talents of all kinds, even ordinary farmers will receive public commendation and even honorary titles if their cultivated area and land output are outstanding.

So even though he was a man without any "foundation," everyone loved and respected him. Although he had not yet truly established a country, in the eyes of others, Ye Shouyi was no different from a king.

squeak~

The carriage suddenly slowed down, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that the road ahead was blocked by a crowd.

The adventurer leaned out to see what was going on, only to see a magnificent procession crossing the side street.

At the head of the procession were two rows of honor guards on white horses. Not only the riders, but even the horses were draped in beautiful cloths, their manes neatly brushed and braided, swaying gently with their steps. Behind them was a group of soldiers on foot, dressed in uniform leather armor, with a white feather tucked into their hats, all standing in perfect unison.

Then came a magnificent carriage, made entirely of dark wood and inlaid with gold patterns, with a thin veil draped over its roof that fluttered gently in the wind.