We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"So strong!"

"So A-class heroes are so strong?"

"It's not A-level that's strong, it's Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle that's strong. He has defeated so many monsters, so a Deep Sea Tribe of this level is certainly a piece of cake."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Well, I won't hide it from you. Do you want to join the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle Fan Club? There are unique gifts and preferential benefits. If you join now, you will also get a clay figurine of the Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle. You don't need it, your children will love it too. It will help to promote family harmony."

In the chaos some people tried to proselytize.

"Is that so? Actually, that weirdo isn't that strong." Amidst the heated discussion, a discordant note rang out.

"But so many heroes lost," someone tried to defend these heroes, but all they got was a seemingly objective comment. The green-clothed man who had just spoken spread his hands, attracting the attention of those around him, "Then we can only blame them for being too weak."

"Well, although the enemy looks weak," the brother who defended the heroes said in a tone that was a little insufficient, but seeing these hard-working heroes fall to the ground, he decided to protest one last time, "but the heroes' efforts..."

"Hey, hey, hey, that guy got stomped to death," the man in green pointed at the Deep Sea King, whose blue blood was already flowing everywhere. No matter how majestic he was in life, after death, the Deep Sea King was just a pool of rotten meat. "You said how rubbish the other heroes were. S-rank and A-rank are just titles, nothing special, hehe."

"Hey, stop talking."

"At least others are trying their best to protect us."

"Everyone's willing to fight to the death, but what kind of hero is he if he doesn't defeat the monster?" The man in green clothes remained unfazed by the accusations. Normally, he wouldn't have so many people paying attention to him. He could just make some statements that contradicted everyone else's. And look at these people, some of them are actually wavering. The man in green clothes deliberately exaggerated his body movements. As long as someone remembered him, he could become a minor internet celebrity and make a lot of money from today's incident.

The unfairness of this world is that even if heroes voluntarily shoulder the responsibility of saving humanity, if they do even the slightest bit wrong, they are likely to be blamed by the public. After all, we are all ordinary people, and it is easy for us to naturally believe that we should be saved by powerful people. After being saved many times, we become more and more content with it.

There will always be someone who will take advantage of this emotion, for whatever purpose.

"Forget it, at least we were saved in the end. Look at these heroes, they are just causing troubles. Since they call themselves heroes..."

"Have you said enough?" Someone, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his collar and said, "What did you do, you useless piece of shit?!"

"Why are you so angry?" The man in green clothes softened his tone. "Why are you angry with me? The Hero Association's activities rely on our donations. If you give us money, of course you should protect us."

"Anyone can buy time if they use their brains. Even though Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle was able to defeat them all by himself, the performances of the other heroes can't really be considered heroic!"

Krieg tilted his head. Of course he could hear the sounds in the building. What did Saitama do? He admitted that he was a lucky guy and protected the reputation of other heroes. In return, he became the one being ridiculed.

In other words, Saitama defeated Deep Sea King and at the same time resolved the rumors that were unfavorable to the Hero Association?

What a good person he is. Such a bad-intentioned guy can live well in this world. It’s all these people’s fault. Kindness cannot be so kind.

"Asura Rhinoceros Beetle," the little girl shouted excitedly, and the body in green clothes stiffened. An indescribable threat came from behind him.

"Asura Rhinoceros Beetle, thank you for your hard work. We will take care of this rude mouth now."

"He's not a bad mouth," Krieg said, looking at the green-clothed man. "He's a spy from the Deep Sea Tribe."

"what?!"

"But he is a human being," although he said this, everyone close to the man in green clothes took a step back and began to look at him with suspicion.

Under Krieg's pressure, the man in green couldn't say a word and could only look at him in despair.

"Just think about it. The hero who just saved him has been defeated, yet he's here mocking him. It's obvious that his own interests have been damaged," Krieg said, controlling the fishing line. "Monsters are called monsters because they chose to fall. This one in front of me is just a monster in human form. You have to know that the origins of the deep-sea people are unknown. Who can guarantee that they are not human beings in disguise?"

"The rhinoceros beetle talked to me, Mom, did you see it?"

"Hey?" Krieg patted the little girl's head. He didn't know why these children liked rhinoceros beetles so much. Krieg's action made the little girl look surprised, and she showed off to her family.

"Um," the little girl's father said, looking at her smile, and quietly approached the missionary, "When will the clay be shipped?"

Amidst a chorus of admiration, Krieg turned Green Clothes around and used his body to block the view. At the same time, Beach Boy stuffed the remains of Deep Sea King into Green Clothes' mouth. As the fishing line shook, the piece of meat, smaller than a fingernail, bounced into Green Clothes' stomach. Under Beach Boy's surveillance, the mass of the meat quickly disappeared from Green Clothes' body.

It's just an experiment. Since some people can become weird because they like to eat crayfish, what will happen if they eat the corpse of a pure weirdo?

It's really hard to find an experimental subject who has a corrupt mind and is malicious towards me. This is a rare opportunity. How can I be worthy of your kindness if I don't conduct a proper experiment on it?

Krieg looked up. Genos, hanging from the ceiling, had already fainted. He could only curl his lips. It would be even better if there was an S-class hero to prove it, but it didn't matter if there wasn't one.

"Master Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle, what should we do with this person?"

Finally, someone with a clear mind realized that there was a "spy" here. At this time, the man in green clothes was in a very serious condition. His whole body was swollen and looked like an inflated balloon. However, the monster's flesh and blood did not make him strong. Instead, he was so weak that he could not stand steadily. If it were not for Krieg hanging his head with a fishing line, this guy would have collapsed to the ground in the next second.

What's going on? Becoming a monster should lead to a leap in strength, so why is this guy looking like he's about to die?

"Call a doctor. The hero here needs treatment. Also, tell the citizens who are taking shelter that they can come back."

after one day

"So it's a question of strength?"

Krieg stood beside Kinos, watching a large amount of data float past his eyes.

"No," Genos replied firmly, "Becoming a monster isn't that simple. If you ignore the mind's tendency to drift, becoming a monster is the simplest way to become stronger. Many monsters were much weaker than him when they were still humans. It wouldn't be that simple."

In front of the two people was a guy in green clothes soaked in culture medium. The guy's body had expanded four or five times, especially his face, which was almost bigger than his body.

"Becoming a freak is more like a deviation from evolution. Even if the result is wrong, evolution is evolution. The stronger vitality of freaks than ordinary people is proof of this. Just like the transformation in you, it's just that you are too powerful, which leads to the desire to kill, while this guy..."

Kinos tapped the glass with his pen, only to hear a faint struggle from the man in green.

"This guy has been dead for a long time. Theoretically, his brain is completely destroyed, but he can still respond differently to external language stimuli. This is very strange," Kinos walked around the glass tank, amazed.

"I will conduct research on this phenomenon. Maybe I can help you transform into a monster a second time. By then, your strength will also increase."

"Whatever, how are the other heroes doing?"

"No problem. The unlicensed knight will need to stay in the hospital for two days. The other heroes have been cured."

"I heard Silver Fang was also there, but I didn't see him until the end. I guess you misled him."

"What else?" Kinos gave Krieg a strange look. "Your idol project needs some help, right? I heard Silver Fang admires you very much, but don't be bound by human emotions."

Genos shrugged. "Most of the time, emotions don't have any positive effects. There are still many people in the Hero Association who are secretly against me. I need your presence."

"Everyone takes what he needs."

"Of course, to each his own."

Chapter 211 Breathing Training

"If you still have the flesh and blood of powerful monsters, remember to bring me more. Fresh ones are best."

Kinos held up his glasses, and only at this moment could Krieg feel that the guy in front of him was a living person. Usually, Kinos was like a robot with exquisite disguise, always feeling alienated from everything in the world. But when it came to research, he became a different person.

"Kinos, if consuming fresh monster flesh and blood will cause monsterization, but consuming cooked monster flesh and blood will not cause any changes, does that mean that monsterization is a contagious virus?"

"Hmm?" Kinos gave him a strange look. "How do you know that overcooked monster flesh and blood has no effect?"

"cough"

"Okay," Genos said without further inquiry. Instead, he quickly gave an answer. "In theory, monstrosity can be contagious. It's just hard to say whether it's a disease or evolution. The main reason is that after being completely monstrous, the experimental subjects became uncontrollable. I can't prove whether they simply lost their sanity due to the expansion of their strength, or lost their humanity due to monstrosity."

"It's the second one," Krieger was very clear about the answer.

"Really?" Kinos remained noncommittal. He would not jump to conclusions based on someone else's affirmation regarding results that could not be proven by experiments.

"Wait, take a look at this before you leave," Kinos stopped Krieg, "Here is the list of clones. These people can be trusted."

Krieg took the list. There were at least a hundred names on it. The directory alone filled three densely packed pages. Each person's resume was incredibly detailed, a full two fingers thick. Krieg stroked it briefly before continuing, "Rather than the list, I'm more curious about where the original people went."

"I was happily working in my dream."

"what?"

"Do you remember that octopus? It's your neighbor. Its nerves are very primitive, but its neural structure is quite strong. It can carry the consciousness of hundreds of people without any problem." Genos shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. Cleansing the old humans is a means, not an end. Besides, they are needed to maintain the consciousness adjustment of the clones. I can't copy a person's personality in just a few days. I can't send these people out all the time. The Hero Association has so few people. It would be too conspicuous if half of the senior executives who usually stay at the headquarters were suddenly sent out."

"It's really miserable to have to work in a dream."

"Not really. I've taken good care of their bodies. The clones currently operating outside are still using the originals' data. With the hormones, they're quite happy. Even if their imagined sleep schedule is slightly altered, they'll work 24 hours a day."

"Let's build a beautiful new world together," Kinos tapped on the glass. "It's so wonderful to be able to devote everything to a job you love."

Krieg looked at him deeply, turned around and closed the door, leaving Kinos alone in the cold laboratory.

The elevator going upstairs was quite slow. Krieg stood in front of the transparent elevator. Outside was a huge advertisement of his, which ostentatiously displayed his presence under the effect of daylight. His popularity was increasing, but Krieg felt that this was becoming more and more unreal.

Will fame come naturally as your strength increases?

Fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise they would have seen the now popular Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle gesturing in the air, with the "becoming an idol" in his eyes unchanged. However, as a person, he was only slightly worse than Sweet Mask. In this case, he should have completed the task anyway.

Main goal: Become an idol and have the whole world cheer your name! (You can choose to be a hero, but that's the worst option. The best option is the stage, the spotlight, and a crazy audience! Conquer them!)

Krieg tried to understand this sentence over and over again, and always felt that he had been made clear, but was he really allowed to go on stage?

Unless the guy who posted the quest is a total idiot, he probably wouldn't explain it this way. Yeah, but what if he really is an idiot?!

It can't be the stage of history, the spotlight and the audience are inexplicable.

[Special Tip: This is a world without taboos. How much you can get depends on your ambition. Don't let the Gate Master down ()~*]

Krieger stared at the ad, lost in thought. This sentence was strange. If it really referred to a stage, the wording of ambition was completely incomprehensible. The world's largest concert? Could such a scale even be considered ambitious?

What’s the point?!

The elevator quickly reached its destination. Krieg was still thinking about these things until he walked out, and he accidentally bumped into someone who was about to enter.

Snake Bite Fist Snake has been having a very bad time recently. To sum it up, he has been beaten up. First, he was beaten up by a newcomer who just joined the association, and then the newcomer's ranking was above him. After he had finally recovered from this blow, Snake was beaten up by Deep Sea King again. This time, Deep Sea King did not hold back at all, and the three layers of bandages inside and outside Snake's head were proof of that.

"Who's that? Why aren't you looking where you're going?" Snake jerked his head up. He wanted to see who had bumped into him. "There's still someone in the Hero Association who doesn't respect an A-class hero like me. I'm going to teach them a lesson!" Then he saw Krieg's iconic giant horn.

"Hey, isn't this Snake Bite Fist Snake?"

Snake turned off the car before he could finish his words, but Krieg recognized him and, suppressing a smile, called out his name. Snake's words were half-finished in his mouth, neither speaking nor not speaking, but his pale face flushed red.

Just when Krieg thought Snake would do something, Snake suddenly took a step back and bowed deeply.

"This is the A-class hero Snake Bite Fist. Thank you for saving me and thank you for saving everyone."

Krieg raised his eyebrows and accepted Snake's thanks calmly. "It's okay. This is a hero's duty." Krieg looked at Snake, who still hadn't raised his waist, and added, "You did a great job. If you hadn't held Deep Sea King back, I wouldn't have been able to get here in time. Thank you for your hard work."

Snake raised his head and walked into the elevator without looking around. Krieger didn't take his eyes off him until the elevator closed.

For some reason, Krieg's mood suddenly became very good, and even the billboard outside became interesting.

[The hero beside you, Ashura Rhinoceros Beetle, the patron saint of children, the best hero loved by young people]

Krieg muttered the advertising slogan and suddenly felt that the advertisement created by Kinos was not that bad.

"Breathe in, keep breathing in," Bang-gu, wearing a Taoist robe, ordered Krieg under the waterfall.

Krieg held up one hand, shielding his face from the waterfall. "Silver Fang, putting aside the fact that I've already been breathing for a minute, even if you're right, isn't it a bit difficult for me to breathe underwater? If I choke to death, it would be a rather frustrating death."

"The essence of breathing techniques lies in breathing. The more you inhale, the greater the power you can unleash. Even I am only capable of one breath right now. Your talent has allowed you to surpass my limits from the very beginning. Don't even think about giving up. Even if you allow me to, I won't allow it!"

"But they are both playing!" Krieg knew that what Bang said was correct, but he really couldn't feel this kind of mysterious stuff. Techniques targeting joints like Flowing Water Rock Crushing Fist were quite easy to understand, but breathing methods were mysterious to put it nicely, and self-hypnosis to put it bluntly. He really couldn't learn it. His mind couldn't be hypnotized, especially when he was practicing hard while Genos and Saitama were playing games on the side.

"Saitama-chan, Genos-chan?" Bang looked over with a smile, and the two otakus who were exchanging gaming skills responded at the same time.

"I don't know how to do that. I think martial arts are just cool-looking moves. I might as well do a few more push-ups to show my strength."

"Mr. Bang, I'm a robot. I'm powerless against breathing techniques."

Bang nodded slightly and turned to look at Krieg, "You see, your friends all have valid reasons, so continue! As a pro hero, you can't say no!"

"Let's not talk about the rationality of Saitama's reasoning," Krieg said with a frown, "This waterfall is completely insignificant to me. Can't we practice on flat ground?"

"No," Bang jumped twice and landed on the wooden stake in front of Krieg. The rushing waterfall passed by his feet. At this time, Bang had a feeling of being an immortal. Unfortunately, everyone present knew that this old man was more playful than anyone else. Even though the Hero Association has always promoted him as a martial arts master, Silver Fang was just a cute old man no matter how you looked at him.

"Since you can inhale oxygen from the flowing water of the waterfall instead of being choked to death by it, it means that there are gaps in the waterfall itself. As long as you can absorb the oxygen needed for one breath from the waterfall without getting contaminated by a single drop of water, you have mastered the breathing technique."

"This is no longer martial arts, but fantasy," Krieg stood up. He ignored the impact of the waterfall, but water droplets were real. Under the impact of the waterfall, the totem light did not regard this gravitational potential energy as an attack. The result was that Krieg's armor became more and more shiny, almost like it had been waxed.

"Be it fantasy or martial arts, these are all means of developing one's physical potential." Bangu stepped on the flowing water. There was no place to put his foot down, and his speed wasn't very fast, but he was able to move on the surface without sinking. "Don't waste your talent. Try again!"

Krieg tilted his neck and suddenly felt that his decision might be wrong.

at dusk.

"That's it for today," Bang announced the end of the first day of training. Saitama, who had fallen asleep while reading a manga, was suddenly awakened by Bang's voice. "What time is it? Can we eat now?"

""

"Okay, Genos-chan has gone shopping," Bang looked at Saitama deeply. He could never see through this man's depth, but this guy could become a hero despite his lazy look. Maybe he has good talent too?

Bang, excited to see the prey, suggested that Saitama and Krieg train together, but Saitama flatly refused.

"Why, there's nothing wrong with giving it a try, right?"

"I have no money, old man."

Very good, worthy of being Saitama, Krieg shook off the water droplets on his body. He paid a large sum of money to renovate the gym before Bang agreed to teach him the breathing method. This was based on the fact that he had defeated the Deep Sea King. Saitama refused to take advantage of this, and even Krieg didn't know if he really didn't care.

Why do I remember Saitama being interested in martial arts? Which episode was that?

Krieg thought about it but still couldn't remember. No matter how good his memory was, that was decades ago and he really couldn't remember what happened.