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

Regardless, I must get my hands on the reward "Monster Cell"!

With a system at my disposal, I might be able to avoid some risks and even turn them into an increase in strength!

Incidentally, Han Sen felt he should also go back and investigate the situation.

Being in this weird place, the Monster Association, you can't just be completely clueless.

The manga's depiction of the Monster Association focuses primarily on its high-level combat capabilities, while details about its lower-level ecosystem, specific power structures, and the number of monsters remain vague.

More importantly, we must figure out the current timeline as soon as possible!

The Monster Association's storyline involves many major events, especially the man with an extreme obsession with heroes—

If he has begun to become active or even turn into a monster, then this seemingly impregnable underground lair could become the target of the Hero Association's siege at any time!

It even attracted a bald guy or a flat-chested green-haired loli, two perverts with strong art styles, who brought a dimensional reduction attack!

Saitama & Tatsumaki: Achoo!!!! ×2

"Damn it, who's insulting me?!" ×2

Chapter 4 Slime Octopus

The thought of being casually beaten to death by a passing bald guy, or being crushed to death by Tornado's wife while pulling up radishes, sent chills down Han Sen's spine.

He couldn't help but swallow, his gaze growing increasingly serious.

"No! We must gather intelligence and improve our strength as soon as possible!"

Han Sen is the kind of person whose execution ability can be maximized instantly once he has the motivation.

Without lingering, he quickly determined the direction he had come from and strode away in the same direction.

In the blink of an eye, the jet-black body covered with crimson patterns disappeared into the darkness at the end of the passage.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed; we did not encounter any other strange or unreasonable people.

Han Sen thought about it for a moment and then realized what it meant.

That's normal. The area where Pochi operates is an absolute no-go zone for ordinary monsters.

Eccentric people are naturally avoided at all costs, for fear of becoming a passing snack.

The further you go, the stronger the stench in the air becomes, like that of a sewer, even mixed with a nauseating smell of excrement and the sour stench of undigested flesh.

The lights ahead grew brighter, and soon, an underground space the size of a football field came into view.

This is one of the areas where the eccentric underworld figures exchange tasks and gather for activities.

The relatively spacious underground space is home to hundreds of strange beings of various shapes and sizes, most of whom are wolf-level and bizarre in appearance.

Some resemble gigantic insects, some mutated beasts, some are deformed forms of discarded machinery filled with flesh and blood, and some are simply indescribable piles of flesh.

Strange shadows loomed overhead.

A few monsters whose auras reached the Tiger level each occupied a territory, enjoying the fearful gazes of their wolf-level underlings around them.

As for the Demon-level monsters who are the backbone of the Monster Association, or the Dragon-level executives who are at the core level, none of them can be seen here.

The strong, like Boch, all have their own territories and naturally disdain associating with these lowly oddballs.

At this moment, the daily routine of the Monster Association is unfolding in the underground space—

In the corner, several hyena-like monsters were tearing and fighting over a piece of rotting entrails from an unknown creature, emitting threatening growls.

In the center of the arena, a mantis monster and a scorpion monster were engaged in a primitive claw-and-tooth fight, with severed limbs and bodily fluids flying everywhere.

A strange man with compound eyes resembling flies was spitting as he boasted to his timid underlings about how many humans he had slaughtered during his last mission...

Chaos! Savagery! Evil!

This is the most accurate portrayal of the bottom rungs of the Monster Association.

Han Sen's appearance immediately attracted the attention of almost all the strange people in the underground space.

It wasn't because of the faint tiger-level aura emanating from him, but rather that trace of destructive... dragon-level pressure!

The noise stopped abruptly.

For a moment, the underground space fell silent.

Dozens of pairs of eyes, some murky, some scarlet, filled with malice, all turned and focused on Han Sen, who had just walked out of the passageway.

Surprise, scrutiny, bewilderment, greed... fear!

It seems that Pochi's deterrent effect is more effective than expected.

The thought had barely crossed Han Sen's mind when he saw a mantis monster in the corner recover from a brief moment of shock, then suddenly raise its bladed arm and pierce a terrified rabbit monster next to it, lifting it high into the air!

He then brought it to his mouth and snapped its head in one bite. Then, as if nothing had happened, he dragged the still convulsing corpse into the shadows and quietly began to feast on it.

Han Sen: "..."

Goodness, so this is the ultimate form of workplace bullying...

Han Sen's lips twitched. Speechless, he gained a deeper understanding of the Monster Association's survival rules.

Just then, a muffled sound, like bubbles being blown underwater, broke the deathly silence of the scene.

"strangeness……?!"

A surprised voice came from behind the strange man, from a rough but enormous rock throne.

"How come this piece of trash isn't dead?!"

The scene fell silent instantly. The strange creatures quickly parted to make way, and a figure much taller than the surrounding monsters strode out, overcoming a slightly slower-reacting fodder blocking their path.

This creature was about three meters tall and had a huge octopus head that was dripping with transparent mucus.

Below its head was a bloated, human-like body, with eight slippery tentacles covered in disgusting suckers writhing restlessly like pythons.

Han Sen paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

He remembered this guy; this octopus-headed monster was the strongest in this area, a Tiger-level monster—

"Slime Octopus!"

According to the rules set by Gyoro Gyoro, monsters at different levels have different roles. Dragon-level monsters are core executives, while those at the Demon level and above are qualified to serve as combatants, researchers, and other positions.

The lower-level monsters, according to their respective specialties, are responsible for basic tasks such as resource gathering, logistical support, and construction, serving the upper echelons.

The slime octopus was assigned a logistical task, mainly responsible for feeding Pochi.

It was his casual remark that sent Han Sen and the other five oddballs to serve as snacks for Boqi.

Han Sen's narrowed eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, and the crimson patterns on his black mask flickered like breathing: "Who are you calling trash?"

"Of course I'm calling you 'trash'! Uh...?"

The slimy octopus instinctively retorted, but as soon as the words left its mouth, it inexplicably felt that something was amiss.

However, being not very bright is a common problem among low-level weirdos.

Although Tiger-level monsters are capable of withstanding human firearms, they are difficult to eliminate even by modern forces.

But in the world of monsters, they are still cannon fodder, weaklings at the bottom of the pyramid.

Without much thought, the slimy octopus curled up its eight wet tentacles, making a gurgling, sticky sound, and sneered, "Hehehe! Kid, it seems you're lucky to have come back alive from Lord Pochi."

The slimy octopus took a step forward, its eight tentacles slowly rising as it tried to intimidate Han Sen with its three-meter-tall size and the aura of a tiger-level monster.

"Now that you're back, you'd better stay put!"

It used one of its tentacles to curl up a severed arm left behind by some unlucky guy on the ground, stuffed it into its mouthparts below its head, and chewed it until juices splattered everywhere.

"Tomorrow's delivery assignment... hehehe, it'll still be you!"

The commanding tone, so matter-of-fact, and the undisguised malice, intensified the chill in Han Sen's eyes.

This guy not only refused to mention the reward from the previous mission, "monster cells," but also planned to push himself further down a path to death. It was clear that he wanted to use himself as a tool to be sacrificed at will, and then pocket the reward all by himself.

A low chuckle escaped from Han Sen's mouth, which was covered by a mask, carrying a faint heat that seemed to ignite the air.

"why are you laughing?!"

The slime octopus's face darkened; it felt offended to be mocked by something it considered trash.

The suckers on the eight tentacles suddenly opened, revealing tiny, sharp teeth inside that could send anyone with trypophobia to their wits' end, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Does... you have some objection to my arrangements?!"

The aura of the Tiger-level monster erupted without reservation, and a bloody stench swept through the air!

Upon seeing this, the strange people around them excitedly retreated, voluntarily making way for an open space.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation for a good show and a bloodthirsty desire.

Despite the behind-the-scenes manipulation and unified management by Gyoro Gyoro, the lower-level monsters of the Monster Association have their own set of unwritten rules.

The so-called rules are—

If I had to pinpoint a reason, it would be the most primal law of the jungle—

The law of the jungle prevails; the strong rule everything!

Psykos didn't care how many low-level monsters died each day; she could easily create more.

Therefore—they fought over food, clashed over territory, and killed each other at the slightest disagreement…

These things have long been commonplace for the oddballs at the bottom of society; it's just basic stuff.

Chapter 5: Crushing Tiger-Level Opponents!

The atmosphere gradually became tense and tense, and a conflict was about to break out!

However, the strange men present were even more excited, wishing the two sides would start fighting as soon as possible.

Ideally, the fight should end in mutual destruction, giving them a chance to rush in and grab an arm or leg for a good meal.

However, Han Sen was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at the information about the slime octopus on the system panel with great interest, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

[Weird Character: Slime Octopus]

[Disaster Level: Tiger (Medium)]

[Ability 1: "Viscous Ink (N)": Sprays a large amount of highly viscous ink rich in toxicity from the mouthparts, which can interfere with the enemy's perception and movement.]

[Ability 2: "Powerful Strangulation (R)": The eight tentacles possess immense muscle strength and resilience, enabling them to perform high-speed wrapping and deadly strangulation.]

[Ability 3: "Tentacle Regeneration (N)": Severed tentacles can regenerate after consuming a certain amount of life force.]

Mid-Tiger Rank: One R-Rank Ability and Two N-Rank Abilities.

In the past, this would have been someone Han Sen absolutely wouldn't have dared to mess with, but now...

He is no longer the same person he used to be!

The "Don't Be Human" system judged Han Sen's strength to be at the Tiger level, but that was far beyond what an ordinary Tiger-level Upper-ranked person could compare to!

Not to mention the slime octopus, the strongest creature here, whose strength is only at the Tiger level according to the system!

The four golden abilities copied from Boqi are more powerful than the last, enough to allow Han Sen to enjoy the treatment of a sect genius and be invincible among his peers!

"Hey hey hey... Any opinions?"

Han Sen's voice rang out again.

This time, the intense heat was even more pronounced, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Of course I have an opinion."

Taking a step forward, its body, covered in hideous black armor, was not as tall as the slimy octopus, but it was full of explosive power.

"What's your opinion?!"

The slimy octopus had a sinister look in its eyes, and the suckers on its eight tentacles opened and closed with a teeth-grinding sound, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

It thought Han Sen would back down, but it didn't expect this guy to dare to stand up to it!

"My opinion is..."

Han Sen raised his head, his eyes, covered by a mask, staring directly at the slime octopus, a dangerous crimson light flashing in them.

"It's time for you to die."