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

Upon hearing this, Dr. Genus paused in adjusting his glasses, and the left lens suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

—Does the boss's empire even include the ocean?

The genius's brain worked at high speed, and countless gene sequences and biological models flashed through Dr. Genos's mind.

He couldn't help but ponder, "Compared to the barren land, the ocean is hundreds of times more vast, and its biodiversity is unparalleled by the land."

"Deep-sea high pressure, dark environment, hot spring ecology... the strange people born there must have genes containing mysteries that terrestrial creatures cannot imagine."

"If we are fortunate enough to have the opportunity to study it, that would be wonderful."

“Alright,” Han Sen nodded with satisfaction, a plan taking shape in his mind. “You provide the technology, equipment, and research team, and we will build an underwater research institute in the waters near J City.”

"It can serve as a backup base, and we can also use it to research the sea monster directly by gathering materials nearby."

"I will send my men to assist with the construction of the base. Is that alright?"

"Of course...no problem!"

Dr. Genus sat up straight, his seemingly calm gaze revealing the excitement of discovering a new continent.

"I will have the clones assemble a team and set off immediately!"

Chapter 88 Unexpected Recognition

K City, backstage at Hero Dome Stadium.

The deafening background music and the screams of the enthusiastic fans were kept out by the heavy soundproof doors.

In contrast, in the slightly quieter dressing room, "Sweet Mask" had just finished rehearsing for the concert and was resting with her eyes closed.

At this moment, he was dressed in a gorgeous performance costume. His handsome face, which was so beautiful that it was flawless from every angle, looked like a god sculpture under the bright lights of the dressing room, so perfect that it seemed otherworldly.

The assistant trotted in and respectfully reported, "Masked Lord, a group of people in black suits have come to visit. They claim to be staff members from the Hero Association headquarters."

"The association members came all the way to K City specifically to find me?"

Sweet Mask opened his eyes, a hint of doubt and impatience flashing across them, then nodded: "Let them in."

The assistant left quickly and soon returned with a group of men in suits, led by a blond man with a big nose.

"Hmm, Minister Sitch?"

Upon seeing that it was Sitch who was personally leading the team, Sweet Mask waved for all the staff to leave.

He did not rise, but maintained his elegant tone, smiling as he said, "Is it because Minister, you have come in person, that something momentous has happened that could threaten the very survival of humanity?"

"Masked man, you're joking..." Sicchi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Facing this A-level number one, even though he had been in the top position for a long time, he still felt a great deal of pressure.

Sitch gestured to his blonde, ponytail-wearing secretary behind him to hand him a tablet computer and said, "It's like this, Masked Man, the association's higher-ups are currently discussing a proposal that is of great importance, and we... would like to hear your opinion."

Sweet Mask took the tablet, swiped his finger across the screen, and a bold title appeared on his screen.

"The proposal to specially recruit 'Han Sen' as an S-class hero..."

Upon seeing this name, a barely perceptible hint of surprise appeared on Sweet Mask's handsome face.

Involuntarily, the scene of that man punching and killing the ugly monster on the beach in J City flashed through his mind.

That composure, that pure and unadulterated power, and that... handsome face that was in no way inferior to his own.

—Han Sen…Handsome…!

Sitch noticed something was off about his expression and quickly explained, "According to the intelligence we have, this Mr. Han Sen possesses undeniable S-class strength."

"He single-handedly resolved several recent disasters, including those at the Demon level and even those suspected to be at the Dragon level."

"The association believes that we must do everything we can to bring such a powerful force into our fold."

Sweet Mask didn't pay attention to Cich's words, his mind replaying the scene from their previous encounter.

What he saw was not just Han Sen's strength.

It was a composure born of absolute confidence, an elegance that elevated violence to art.

That force was pure, direct, and irresistible, as if it were the embodiment of the concept of "justice" itself.

—This is the attitude a hero should have!

(Han Sen: ...It's just a noob game, it's not that serious.)

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“Minister Sitch,” Sweet Mask put down his tablet, his voice as elegant and magnetic as ever, “You know, I always have very high standards for S-class heroes.”

"I will never allow any flawed individuals, those who would tarnish the name of 'hero,' to infiltrate humanity's highest fighting force."

“I understand.” Sitch nodded in understanding, but a little apprehensive inside. “That’s why the association wants to hear your opinion. If you think it’s inappropriate, we will reassess…”

Sweet Mask tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"It would not be my intention to reject someone with the potential to become a true hero simply because I am about to review an S-class candidate."

He changed the subject, his eyes gleaming: "What the Hero Association needs is not a group of brutes who only possess strength, but heroes who can protect the people and bring hope to the world."

"So, Masked Man, what you mean is..."

Realizing the unspoken meaning in the other person's words, Sitch couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise in his tone.

"I approve of this special recruitment plan."

“That’s great!” Sitch breathed a long sigh of relief. “Thank you for your support! If Masked Man needs to conduct a personal review, I will arrange your meeting with the new S-Class as soon as possible…”

“There’s no need to make any special arrangements.” Sweet Mask raised his hand to interrupt, his back to him, his voice ethereal. “If he really is the kind of hero we hope for, we will always have a chance to meet.”

“Until then, I will observe him in my own way.”

"I understand."

As Sitch and the others said their goodbyes and left, Sweet Mask stared blankly, his thoughts drifting away.

—Could this man be the one I've been searching for, the one who can bear the title of "perfect hero"?

Ten kilometers south of D City, nestled deep in the mountains, a small private research institute quietly sits among the forest.

"The Fokker Institute, this is it."

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked through the forest. The taller one was Han Sen, while Dr. Genus stood beside him, hovering steadily on his hoverboard.

The silver, streamlined body, combined with the deep blue energy lights, gives it a highly technological and cool look.

"Boss, I've heard of Fokker, and he certainly has some talent."

Dr. Genus habitually pushed up his glasses and reminded him, "Because his talent is not recognized by the mainstream scientific community, his thinking has become extremely distorted, and he has probably developed strong antisocial tendencies. Recruiting him will not be easy."

"To put it in terms of antisocial..."

Han Sen glanced at the charismatic and arrogant punk doctor beside him with a strange look, and said in an odd tone, "Doctor, wasn't your idea of ​​eliminating all old humans and only allowing evolved new humans to survive and reproduce even more antisocial?"

"Aren't we cooperating very well now?"

Dr. Genus was speechless for a moment: "..."

He subconsciously pushed up his glasses: "I am only rejecting those ignorant fools who are not qualified to continue the gene. Besides, you have shown me a completely new direction of evolution for the new human race, and my thinking has been completely changed."

Han Sen shrugged and walked towards the research institute hidden in the mountains: "Alright, alright, I'll give you an injection and do some research when I have time."

Behind him, Genus's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shuddered: "Really? Boss?!"

“Of course,” Han Sen’s voice drifted from ahead, “but the prerequisite is that you have to have a way to break through the defenses.”

Dr. Genus: "..."

゜('＾｀)゜

"Finally...finally close to success!! Hehe..."

"Hehehe... Hahaha... Hehehehe—!!"

Chapter 89 Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal

“Hehehehehe——!!”

A burst of maniacal laughter came from a room in the research institute, where a thin researcher in a white lab coat covered his face and laughed so hard his whole body was convulsing.

"Before long, my masterpiece—the ultimate anabolic steroid 'Biceps King'—will be completed!"

"With this potion finally available, I can finally realize my dream!! Hehehehehe... Ga!!!"

As if someone had grabbed him by the neck, the man's hoarse, duck-like laughter abruptly stopped: "Who are you? No, how did you get in! This is my private research institute!"

"Marugoli, my brother, where are you?! Come and protect him..."

Two figures, one tall and one short, emerged from the darkness. The shorter figure pushed up his glasses and said, "Long time no see, Dr. Fogg."

“You…” Fogg’s pupils contracted as he came to his senses. “You are… Dr. Genus?”

Bang bang bang bang—!

A muffled thud, like a barbell hitting the ground, came from afar, followed by heavy footsteps. A burly man in a vest, covered in sweat, came running from the training room not far away.

"Brother! My dear brother! Are you alright...?!"

This burly man looks no different from an ordinary fitness instructor, but he is an underestimated Dragon-level threat in the future, a colossal monster capable of destroying a city with a single slap—

"Giant Brother".

A blue light swirled in Han Sen's eyes, and the muscular man, nearly two meters tall, was suddenly lifted into the air by a pair of invisible hands that gripped his throat.

His once loud voice could no longer utter a single word; he could only make painful "hoarse hoarse hoarse" sounds.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

Han Sen comforted Marugoli, whose head had rapidly turned a deep purple from suffocation, in a gentle tone.

He then smiled and nodded at the two evil scientists, turned around and led Marugoli, who was bound in mid-air and unable to move, back to his training room: "I don't understand scientific matters, but I am quite good at physics."

"I'll have a chat with this muscular guy. You two PhDs, you can continue your conversation."

Dr. Genus: "..."

Fokko: "...Huh?"

On this day, the House of Evolution welcomed two new members.

Compared to Dr. Genus, who pursued evolution while disregarding life, the Fogg brothers were born evil.

One of them had a goal: to conquer the world with his talent, by any means necessary.

The other one dreams of becoming the strongest man above all others, seeing human lives as nothing more than ants.

All that's missing before they can begin their operation is an opportunity.

But once Han Sen sets his sights on someone, even the most wicked villain has no choice but to accept his fate and become a hired hand.

(Dr. Genus (adjusting his glasses): There's nothing wrong with accepting your fate.)

Watching his younger brother being easily manipulated by the man brought by Dr. Genus, completely powerless to fight back.

Fokker was shocked but quickly gave in.

"Dr. Falk Gao, don't you want your dear brother to die in front of you like this?"

Fokko: Qr2

Han Sen watched the group's figures disappear into the distance with satisfaction.

The Fogg brothers may seem worthless now, but the combined talent of the older brother and the genius of the younger brother make them a rare, colossal monster.

With Fokgo's research succeeding, Hansen's Hyper Zetton complete transformation will finally be a reality.

To prevent it from being killed by a passing bald guy as soon as it appears in the future, it's best to control them in advance.

“No…” Han Sen frowned and scratched his chin, “Why do you keep thinking about turning into a little monster?”

"Shouldn't a weirdo like me, who is so upright, righteous, and full of integrity, become light?"

He shook his head, and his figure vanished instantly.

D City is adjacent to Z City, and in just a short while, Han Sen was already in the Monster Association.

Han Sen's figure, as small as a speck of dust, disappeared into the shadows and silently passed through layers of guards, arriving at a secluded room.

Inside the room, another Han Sen was manipulating a ball of energy in his hand, constantly changing it. Gale, lightning, and flames occasionally emanated from it, and faint energy fluctuations continuously diffused into the air.