Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

Han Sen wasn't good at this kind of thing, but after spending more time with Da Jiongyan, he inexplicably became skilled at it.

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Sykes: ? ? ?

Han Sen glanced at the tiger-like monster lying behind Fang and casually asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

This guy was one of the few clever and eccentric individuals among his group of dullards.

The more clever ones were mostly taken by Han Sen to carry out "feeding" tasks.

Tiger Man was taken aback when Han Sen mentioned him. His body trembled, and his honest and simple voice revealed a hint of humility as he said, "Lord Insect God, I don't have a name yet. Whatever you like to call me, that's what I'll call you."

This ideological awareness!

Han Sen clicked his tongue twice, thought for a moment, and said, "In that case, you can be called 'Tyrant Tiger' from now on."

The tiger monster is called Decepticon, so there's definitely nothing wrong with that.

"Decepticons...Decepticons?!" ×2

The tiger-like monster trembled again, while fangs looked utterly astonished.

The former kept repeating the name Han Sen had casually chosen, and the more he thought about it, the more domineering it seemed, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter!

The latter felt uneasy. "I was here first, and the adults didn't give me such an arrogant and loud name!"

"Devas thank the Insect God for bestowing upon us this name!!"

Seeing the tiger-like monster crawling on its stomach to express its gratitude, Han Sen said, "Decepticon, from now on you will be Fang's second-in-command, responsible for protecting its safety, understand?"

The tiger-like monster, now given an important position, was invigorated, his honest face beaming with joy: "Yes, Lord Insect God! I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

At this moment, Fang was even happier.

Its little eyes lit up, and its tail almost reached the sky.

As expected, the adults still care about me!

Han Sen: ? ? ?

The sleeping giant black dog suddenly raised its head without warning and sniffed the air.

Upon smelling the familiar scent in the air, a small look of confusion appeared in Boqi's six large eyes.

"Awoo...?" (What's going on...?)

The next second, a strong wind surged!

The behemoth transformed into a blurry black hurricane, and in a few leaps, it arrived at a wide intersection. It looked down at Han Sen, who was much smaller than itself but actually over three meters tall, and whimpered.

"Awoo, awoo awoo?" (Didn't you just come here today? Why are you here again?)

Seeing the big dog who thought he had misremembered the time, Han Sen walked over to Boqi with practiced ease.

While channeling the raging power within him until the dark armor glowed with dangerous crimson patterns, he raised his claws, which gleamed with a chilling light, with practiced ease...

He began grooming the dog's fur, which had become jet black and soft.

Chapter 28 First Visit to Z City

The terrifying power that could instantly kill an ordinary ghost was just right for Boqi.

Boqi, thoroughly enjoying the massage, narrowed all six of his eyes and obediently sat down, letting Han Sen touch and grope him, making comfortable gurgling sounds in his throat.

Han Sen dutifully served Bochi for an hour before speaking, "It is like this, Lord Bochi."

"I need to leave for a while to complete the task assigned by Lord Great Eyes. It will probably take a few days."

"Huh...?"

Hearing that Han Sen was leaving, Boqi turned his head to look at him, his gaze conflicted.

Its formidable strength was bestowed by the Great Eye, and since it heard that Han Sen was going out to carry out a mission from the Great Eye, it naturally could not stop him.

"Oh, oh?" (What will happen to the food now that you're gone?)

Han Sen patted Boqi reassuringly, and the big dog, who was used to it, did not resist at all: "Don't worry, you won't be short of food. I've already arranged it. My men will deliver it to you on time every day."

Boqi grunted twice to indicate that he understood, but then rubbed his big head against Han Sen and made a series of low "woof woof" sounds.

Han Sen took a deep breath and steadied himself.

It's only because he's tough enough. If it were an ordinary Demon-level monster, it would probably be sent flying to meet its grandmother after being approached by Pochi once or twice!

As for what Boqi said, Han Sen, who is fluent in dog language, naturally understood it.

Although there will be no shortage of food, the absence of a cooking step naturally results in a world of difference in taste.

Once you've had a good meal, who would want to go back to eating cold, hard, and dry raw meat?

Looking into Boqi's big eyes, which were filled with a mix of grievance and expectation, Han Sen knew that the dragon-level dog's favorability rating was probably already maxed out.

Patting Boqi on the head, Hansen said gently, "Of course, I'll be back as soon as possible."

"When the time comes, I'll bring you some 'new flavors' from the earth to try."

Upon hearing the words "new flavor," Pochi's eyes visibly lit up, and its tail swished instinctively. The flat ground instantly cracked, creating several terrifying, deep craters resembling artillery shells!

"Aww? Aww~!" (A new flavor? This is great~!)

After bidding farewell to Pochi, Hansen did not return to his territory but instead continued upwards.

As they passed through the complex underground passages, the low-level monsters patrolling along the way sensed the powerful aura of the demon-level monster and quickly gave way.

Finally, a faint light appeared ahead, along with the long-awaited fresh air.

That's the exit to the surface.

As Han Sen stepped onto the last few steps, his jet-black armor rapidly faded away.

Bathed in the bright sunlight was a handsome young man with a gentle smile.

"Human world, here I come!"

Stepping out of the dark and damp underground passage, the long-awaited sunlight was somewhat dazzling.

Han Sen narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air from the ground, which was filled with dust and industrial fumes.

Unlike the Monster Association's underground world, which is filled with the stench of decay and blood, this place, while not exactly refreshing, carries a vibrant atmosphere that feels like "humanity."

Located on one side of Z City, this once bustling metropolis now shows signs of decay.

In the distance, one could occasionally see a few sparse pedestrians and a few passing vehicles, but all the shops on the shopping street where Hansen was located were closed.

Some even had their doors wide open, with shelves collapsed and most of the goods scattered on the ground trampled and ruined. The shop owners were nowhere to be found, even in broad daylight.

Decay, emptiness, deathly silence... all these elements combine to create a desolate scene.

At this time, the Hero Association was unaware of the Monster Association's existence, but the malignant tumor had already been buried deep underground, constantly seeping fear into the surface.

The increasingly frequent appearances of eccentric individuals have made the residents here as frightened as birds, prompting them to migrate to the safer city center.

But whether they are monsters or humans, a terrifying urban legend is circulating—

It is said that an extremely terrifying being resides here. Whether it is a powerful monster or a human explorer who has strayed into this place, they will mysteriously disappear once they get close, leaving only a chilling wreckage.

Han Sen, of course, knew who that so-called "terrifying existence" was—it was none other than the hero who had taken it upon himself to explore it.

"Bald Cape Hero," Saitama.

The humans killed were naturally the work of monsters, but even the strongest monsters would only face certain death when they encountered Saitama. Ordinary citizens would often only see the gruesome corpses afterward.

Over time, fear festers in the unknown.

Now, this place is not far from becoming a true ghost town.

"Saitama-sensei..."

Silently reciting this invincible name in his heart, Han Sen felt little worry.

He knew that Saitama had his own set of criteria for judging freaks.

Han Sen's soul has always been human, and even after becoming a monster, he has never committed the heinous act of massacring ordinary people.

As long as he sticks to his principles and doesn't do anything strange, even if they happen to meet, Saitama will most likely just treat him as a slightly stronger passerby.

Of course, there's no need to deliberately try to make your presence known.

Speaking of Saitama, Han Sen is currently facing a similar predicament to the bald-headed demon king—

And... there are no clothes yet.

Looking down at his strong, well-defined physique, Han Sen put his hands on his hips and said, "The most important thing right now is to find some clothes to put on."

Under the twisted rules of this world, "monsterization" can occur while wearing underwear, but only if you are wearing it.

Otherwise, you'll end up like Han Sen, reverting to "factory settings" every time you transform.

Although with his current physique far exceeding that of ordinary people and his unparalleled strength, he doesn't mind showing off his prowess.

But boys must protect themselves when they're out!

"With so many shops closing down, there must still be some that haven't completely cleared out their stock, right?"

Han Sen muttered to himself as he looked at the mostly abandoned commercial street in front of him. His gaze swept across the area and locked onto a clothing store with its signboard askew and its door half-closed. He immediately started walking over.

When he reappeared, Han Sen looked completely different.

A black turtleneck sweater is worn as a base layer, topped with a fitted dark gray wool coat. The smooth hem of the coat falls neatly below the hips, perfectly showcasing the already excellent waist-to-leg proportions.

She paired it with a pair of slim-fit cargo pants, the slightly stretchy fabric revealing a pair of long legs brimming with explosive power.

With youth and good looks that rival even Daniel Wu at his peak, he's a walking magnet for the opposite sex with any outfit.

Of course, with Hansen's good looks and muscular physique, he may have attracted more than just women.

Seeing that there was no one around, Han Sen slightly bent his knees and used his strength to lightly step onto the wall and climb to the top of an office building.

The entire city of Z came into view. Han Sen's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already back on a street in the distance.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled casually toward the city center.

Chapter 29 Women will only slow down my money-making speed!

Although the mission had a time limit, Han Sen wasn't in a hurry since he had finally returned to the human world to relax.

"Although I had planned to slack off for a long time, I couldn't do it so obviously under the boss's nose."

Watching the high-speed trains whizzing past on the elevated highway in the distance, he made up his mind: "Then the first step is... to disguise myself as a human, and then take the train to M City!"

"It's such a happy decision!"

After leaving the desolate no-man's-land, the city gradually regained some of its liveliness.

Vehicles streamed by, and pedestrians hurried along the street, their faces bearing a barely perceptible hint of wariness and fatigue.

On a distant commercial building, huge electronic screens occasionally displayed recruitment advertisements from the Hero Association, as well as warnings about monster attacks.

"Finally, it has a bit of a modern city feel to it."

Han Sen casually declined the third wave of female passersby who mustered up the courage to ask if he could add them as friends on a messaging app, their faces flushed. Then, the scene in the commercial street not far ahead caught his attention.

Several flashy, slovenly-looking young men were "patronizing" the shops along the street, one by one.

They had cigarettes dangling from their lips, arrogant expressions, and their hair and clothes were all brightly colored. They brandished baseball bats or iron pipes, and passersby would immediately give way to them.

He would enter a store and quickly come out cursing, the intensity of which largely depended on whether he had a few extra bills or a stack of them.

The shop owners, mostly elderly, dared not speak out against the group of local thugs who were numerous and powerful. They could only swallow their anger and pay up to avoid further trouble.

The air was thick with a sense of oppression and helplessness.

Han Sen stopped in his tracks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Now we have the start-up capital!"

"It's you!"

Compared to the sweet and gentle young ladies on the street, he was clearly more interested in this group of arrogant and domineering thugs.

Women will only slow me down the speed at which I make money!

Of course, this excludes wealthy women.