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

King: !!

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—My secret… How could this man know so much about it?!

Chapter 35 King: I did it entirely voluntarily!

After Han Sen finished speaking, he calmly looked directly at the scarred man in front of him, who exuded an aura of strength, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

As if silenced, King's gaze gradually wavered, cold sweat began to seep from his forehead, and he finally managed to squeeze out, "How...how did you know..."

Han Sen shrugged and said easily, "If you ignore your terrifying record, it's still easy to spot."

"I see."

After a fierce internal struggle, King felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He let out a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slumped: "If you're going to report this to the Hero Association, I'll cooperate willingly."

"To be honest, I feel a lot of pressure carrying this title every day..."

"That's not necessary."

Han Sen shook his head, took a step forward as if they were old friends, and patted King on the shoulder.

Sensing the other person's muscular body stiffen instantly, he continued, "It's a given that people consider you the strongest hero in their eyes, and whether you actually possess the corresponding strength has little to do with it."

"Sometimes, a spiritual symbol is more useful than actual combat power, isn't it?"

“Besides,” Han Sen changed the subject, “my main purpose in coming to see you is not to expose you.”

Han Sen spoke very sincerely, after all...

King's innate ability to attract monsters is practically a mobile ATM for him!

If I could stay by his side for a long time, wouldn't my monster-killing efficiency be greatly improved?

"...Huh?" King looked bewildered, completely unprepared for this turn of events: "Then Han Sen-jun, you came to see me...?"

"I'm here..."

A loud explosion interrupted Han Sen's words, and the two of them turned to look at the road ahead where the sound came from.

A huge crater suddenly appeared beside the park road, and amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a vending machine wobbled as it grew thick metal arms and legs, pulling itself out of the mud!

On the glass display case on the front of the machine, where drinks are shown, there is a gaping maw covered in sharp teeth.

"Why! Why am I assigned to work in this godforsaken place!" the vending machine monster roared. "Almost no one walks by all day, and nobody buys my drinks! My sales targets! My KPIs!!"

The vending machine monster, now free, suddenly turned its head, its blood-red one eye locking onto Han Sen and King: "You two... look really thirsty!"

"Want to buy a drink? Hehehehehe—! If you don't, I'll kill you all and make you into drinks!"

King: "..."

Here we go again! I definitely didn't check the almanac before I went out today!

Han Sen: That's right, this is it!!

Thump, thump, thump thump...!

The familiar "Emperor Engine" had already begun its low-pitched warm-up, and King's body instinctively assumed a defensive—prepared-to-escape—posture.

Han Sen smirked, and before King's engine could roar to life, Sun Jia-like figure raised his right arm and unleashed a basketball-sized "scorching bullet"!

"Hehehehe... Ugh! Ahhhhhh—!!"

boom--! ! !

An even more violent explosion rang out, and a small mushroom cloud rose into the air, nearly three or four stories high!

This time, it was Han Sen's turn to interrupt the vending machine monster. The newly born twisted will, along with the entire machine, was instantly reduced to charred debris and scattered parts under the violent energy impact!

[Defeat the Tiger-level monster "The Vending Machine That Can't Sell Drinks" and obtain 87 Origin Points!]

King, who witnessed the whole thing, leaned back slightly, his mouth slightly open, so shocked that even the "Emperor Engine" that had just started halfway shut down subconsciously.

"So...so strong...!!"

In less than half an hour, two Tiger-level monsters were "summoned" in succession, and both were easily killed by the man in front of him. Han Sen was very satisfied with King's potential as the strongest tool on the surface.

He casually brushed off non-existent dust from the hem of his clothes, calmly turned to King, and continued the topic that had been interrupted: "Where were we? Oh, right."

"I've recently encountered a minor setback and am currently homeless and a bit short on money," Han Sen said earnestly to King. "So I'd like to trouble you, King, to take me in for a while. What do you think? Please!"

"……Eh?"

King's brain froze for half a second; he never expected such an answer: "Ah... take you in?"

"Huh? Is there a problem?"

“Uh…no,” King thought for a moment, and the result didn’t seem as bad as he had imagined. He relaxed a little, and his shoulders slumped down. “If that’s the case, my apartment is actually quite big.”

Han Sen: ? ? ?

Forgetting the image of Brother Jie with his glasses off and a wicked smile in his mind, Han Sen said seriously, "Don't you want to think about it?"

He thoughtfully added, "If it's really inconvenient for you, King, I can sleep under a bridge for a few days without any problem."

King: ? ? ?

Listen to what he said, if you don't agree, are you even human?

King inwardly groaned, but forced a smile: "No, no, no, there's no inconvenience at all. I'm doing this entirely voluntarily!"

"Thank you so much, you've been a great help!"

Han Sen raised an eyebrow, his expression delighted, and patted King on the shoulder, saying, "In return, I'll find a way to help you build muscle so you can truly become a strongman."

"……what?"

King's body stiffened, his face turned bitter, and he almost cried: "Forget about building muscle, it's too hard just thinking about it..."

Han Sen nodded in agreement: "Yes, the meat quality is too poor, it will definitely be very difficult for the weirdo to eat it."

"It would be bad if they stopped eating halfway through and started to torment you instead."

Thinking of his supposed ability to summon monsters, and the hideous faces of those monsters, King's scarred face, now devoid of any dignity, grew increasingly bitter: "I'm sorry, I'll try my best..."

Han Sen successfully acquired King, and now he has a place to stay in M ​​City.

Although I don't plan to join the Hero Association for the time being, it would be great to get to know King beforehand and use him to attract monsters to farm some Source Points.

In addition to being known as the strongest on Earth, King is also a member of the top-tier hero organization "Hot Pot Group".

This organization is truly full of powerful individuals, starting at the S-rank, who can easily defeat gods!

If you can avoid becoming their enemy, then there's no need to court death.

Following King through the streets and alleys, the two soon arrived at a luxury residential area in the city center.

King's apartment is located on the 22nd floor of a luxury high-rise residential building in downtown M, with top-notch security and excellent privacy.

As Han Sen followed King into the apartment, he was immediately enveloped by the strong atmosphere of "otaku" culture.

A huge LCD TV occupies the central position in the living room, with the latest game console and various peripherals of unknown purpose placed below it.

The large bookshelves along the wall were piled high with comics, light novels, and beautifully packaged game discs, and the air was even filled with a faint sweet and salty smell of potato chips, cola, and some kind of instant ramen.

"I thought that since you live alone, King, your house would be full of tissues, lunchboxes and other trash, but I didn't expect it to be so clean."

King's face stiffened, thinking to himself that it was a good thing he hadn't forgotten to take the trash with him when he left home that morning, otherwise his image would have been completely ruined...

—No, it seems that I have no image left to maintain in front of Han Senjun.

(╥ω╥`)

Chapter 36 Want to play a round?

King blushed and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Please sit wherever you like, Han Senjun."

"There are drinks and cakes in the fridge, and snacks under the coffee table..."

Han Sen took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet: "Then I'll have to bother you."

The two walked into the living room. King went to the kitchen to get some fruit, and Han Sen looked around as if he were coming home, as if he was familiarizing himself with the place and preparing to stay for a long time.

King: "..."

Oh no, it seems my idyllic life of living alone is really coming to an end!

However, the tension I felt earlier from being coerced... no, from being forced to do it voluntarily has dissipated considerably.

After all, although Han Sen was terrifyingly strong, he didn't seem to have any malicious intent.

Seeing Han Sen curiously pick up an unopened game disc, King took the game controller from the sofa and suggested, "This is a newly released fighting game, it's highly rated, wanna play a round?"

Han Sen became interested, took the game controller from King, and said, "Okay, but I haven't played this kind of game in a long time."

King's reply was also very polite: "It's okay, it's just for fun anyway."

Then, Hansen was completely dominated by King for a whole night.

On the screen, Han Sen's muscular male character was knocked out for the 99th time by King's petite magical girl, who was controlled with one hand, using a series of smooth and gorgeous combos.

What's outrageous is that King was also leisurely holding a glass of iced cola with a straw in his other hand, taking sips from time to time, making a soft "slurping" sound.

Han Sen: "..."

The veins on his forehead throbbed faintly.

(?ー`'ー)

"Wait, King, are you... really that skilled at playing games?"

Han Sen put down the controller, his lips twitching slightly as he experienced the same frustration Saitama felt when facing King.

As an eccentric, his speed and accuracy far exceed those of ordinary people by a hundred times, and his dynamic vision and nerve reflexes are of monstrous level.

But when King picks up the controller, he's as bad as a primary school student who's just learned to walk but wants to participate in the Olympic sprint!

"not bad."

King took another sip of his cola and said casually, "It's just that I won a few offline fighting game tournaments when I was bored. The trophies are still under the table, propping up the corners."

Han Sen: "..."

Invisible pretense is the most deadly!

He silently stood up, stretched his neck which was slightly stiff from maintaining one posture for a long time, and gave a wicked smile.

"Alright, I hope you can show this level of talent during tomorrow's special training, King."

"Pfft—! Cough cough cough…!"

A dark shadow loomed over him, and King suddenly spat out the large gulp of cola he had just taken a sip of, choking and coughing repeatedly, his previous expert demeanor completely gone.

No, Asen, are you serious?!

"Wait...wait a minute, Han Senjun! Actually, I have weaknesses too!" King hurriedly waved his hand, trying to salvage the situation. "How about we play another round?"

"No," Han Sen snorted, walking towards the guest room without looking back. "Special training starts promptly at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. If you're even a second late, you'll face the consequences."

"I'm going to sleep now."

The door was slammed shut, sending a gust of cold air with it.

King: "..."

( ? o ? )!

Looking at the tightly closed door, King, who was already numb, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt hopeless about life.

After half a day of contact, he was basically certain that Han Sen was not a bad person, at least not malicious towards him, and his mood gradually relaxed.

This relaxation can easily lead to complacency and overconfidence.

"With my physical abilities, I'd definitely die from training, right? Maybe I should just run away now... Uh!"

The moment King had the urge to run away, his stomach, much to his dismay, let out a deafening roar of protest.

He then realized that he had been so focused on playing the game that he hadn't eaten much since he got home, except for a few snacks and drinks.

He hadn't even eaten his fill at the ramen shop, and his stamina, that of a useless human, was teetering on the brink of zero.

"No, let's not run away, we're going to starve to death..."