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

This place has been transformed into a living hell.

Thick smoke billowed from the explosion's epicenter, and surrounding factories exploded one after another. A flowing sea of ​​fire engulfed the streets, and black smoke obscured the sky.

The pungent smell of rust, the sour smell of leaked chemicals, and the overwhelming stench of blood mixed together to create an extremely toxic atmosphere capable of killing an ordinary person on the spot.

Further down the street, panicked crowds thronged the streets, screams and cries mingling with the occasional roar of explosions, creating a symphony of apocalypse.

Amidst this chaos and despair, a beam of azure light descended, revealing a tall figure who walked against the flow of people into the death zone at the epicenter of the explosion.

The hellish, highly toxic, and scorching environment was something he found sweet.

Han Sen surveyed the scene before him with great interest, instantly pinpointing the source of the disaster—

The giant helmet made of resentment and industrial waste, and the horde of vengeful corpses that wandered around it like puppets.

[The Eccentric: The Resentful Overtime Enthusiast]

[Disaster Level: Dragon (Lower)]

[Ability 1: "Resentment Proliferation (SSR)": Able to absorb negative emotions and resentment towards work and exploitation in the surrounding environment, continuously strengthening itself. The stronger the resentment, the stronger its power and the larger its size.]

[Ability 2: "Wraith Manipulation (SSR)": Able to transform corpses into undead warriors called "Wraiths" that are under its control. The "Wraiths" share the resentment energy and some of the original body's power, and are fearless in the face of death.]

"A growing monster, with decent abilities." Han Sen's eyes narrowed slightly. "However, his character design is too villainous. He looks like a minor character who won't survive a single chapter."

His gaze swept over the wandering vengeful corpses, monsters transformed from the workers' bodies that moved swiftly and possessed astonishing strength.

Nourished by the continuous flow of black mist, each one exudes energy fluctuations comparable to those of a ghost.

Aside from the gunslinger hero One-Hit Man who watched from afar without daring to approach, several low-level heroes who rashly rushed to their aid had already perished under their siege, transforming into newborn vengeful corpses and rising again.

"Unfortunately, they are all derivatives and should not drop the original point."

The fact that no system ability information popped up on the vengeful corpses indicates that they are essentially just extensions of the power of resentful overtime ghosts, merely serving as carriers of power and resentment.

Han Sen felt a pity in his heart, but he wasn't too disappointed.

After all, the five-meter-tall monster in front of us, the "Resentful Overtime Ghost," is a rare Dragon-level monster!

Ryuu's strength is noticeably weaker than other Dragon-level monsters, but even at his weakest... he's only weak enough to easily defeat the even more formidable Bakuzan.

(A hairy martial artist: ???)

This thing is truly powerful because of its potential; it is weak at this moment because it has only recently been born.

If one were to unleash the killings and absorb enough resentment, one might very well rise to the top of the dragon ranks overnight.

Han Sen cracked his knuckles, a series of popping sounds emanating from them, and a hunter's smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Don't even mention you, even if it were Grandpa Explosion Mountain himself, he'd have to lie down obediently today!"

Noticing Han Sen's presence, the five-meter-tall resentful overtime ghost turned around, its two eyes and the huge ominous single eye on its chest locking onto him.

"Human...you are a hero?"

"I... am a 'resentful overtime ghost' who mutated because I couldn't stand the endless work!!

"I hate my job!! It's just endless exploitation! I work day and night, but all I get is for my boss to earn more! I... I hate it so much!! I hate it so much!!"

The classic freakish version of himself began to read aloud, the single red eye on his chest blazing brightly, and a chilling, resentful energy swept towards Han Sen like a tidal wave, attempting to erode his mind and drag him into the same despair.

"Hero... have you come to rescue me?"

Hearing the strange man's eerie yet seductive tone, Han Sen stared back at him with a peculiar expression.

Dude, are you crazy?

Trying to play mind-invasion on one of my psychopathic doll costume weirdos? Do you think I'm blind and can't see that ominous black mist drifting over?

After staring at each other for nearly ten seconds, the three eyes of the resentful overtime ghost froze slightly.

It discovered that the resentful energy it released vanished without a trace the moment it touched the handsome human in front of it!

—Why doesn't this guy have any sympathy or negative emotions at all?!

"Oh, are you looking for your resentful energy?"

Just as the strange man was about to increase his strength, Han Sen casually raised his hand.

Within his palm, a cell-level clone wriggled and emerged.

He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of resentful black mist, compressed to its limit and solid as ink, before quickly shrinking back and disappearing back into cellular cytoplasm.

"They're all here, you old sixth brother."

As a well-rounded warrior with maxed-out stats, he considered the opponent's petty tricks to be even more clumsy than a three-year-old's.

I was supposed to play along and pretend not to see it, but you actually think you're something special.

That's a bit impolite!

A wisp of "phoenix fire" carrying a sacred aura suddenly ignited, and the golden flames instantly surged, like a miniature sun, completely burning away the black mist of resentment, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.

"Aaaaaah—my power!!"

Feeling that a part of his source of power had been completely erased, the resentful overtime ghost let out a roar of extreme shame and indignation!

A surge of black mist erupted from his body, and with a sudden swing of his muscular arms, he gave the order for a final assault: "Charge! Charge! Tear him to pieces!!"

Roar—!! ×N

Hundreds of vengeful corpses roared in unison, the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, and they transformed into streaks of black lightning as they rushed toward Han Sen from all directions!

Each of the vengeful corpses possessed speed and strength that were firmly at the level of a demon!

Such a massive undead army is enough to turn a city into ruins in a short time!

"Ha, so you've already shown your true colors?"

Han Sen sneered. Faced with this horde of zombies that would make even ordinary S-class heroes shudder, he didn't even raise an eyelid.

The next moment, he paused slightly, and his eyes, which far exceeded the limits of human capabilities, caught sight of a tiny patch of color rapidly approaching at supersonic speed at the edge of the cloudless sky.

"That is……!"

Recognizing the Hero Association's private transport plane, Han Sen immediately realized the identity of the person who had arrived.

Immediately, he stopped wasting words with the strange man and quickly raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The terrifying energy, as hot as the sun, began to condense rapidly, and the blazing white light was so dazzling that it even suppressed the surrounding firelight.

SSR+! The Prince's Battle Tactics -

"Scorching Split Bomb"!!!

Hundreds of dazzling, bright white meteors shot out of the hand, trailing brilliant tails and tracing graceful arcs as they hurtled straight into the sky!

These trails of light from death are clearly distinct and do not interfere with each other.

At the moment of reaching the highest point, it was as if they received a unified command and all changed direction at the same time!

It transformed into a deadly downpour that covered the entire industrial park!

Chapter 103 The World's Greatest Secret

Boom boom boom boom boom——!!!

The deafening explosions continued one after another, and the earth trembled and wailed wildly.

Those fearless, ghost-level vengeful corpses were instantly purified and evaporated by the blazing white flames during the collective charge, turning into ashes!

The already ravaged land suffered further damage. As the smoke cleared, the scorched ground, after a round of carpet bombing by the Prince's tactics, was barren, and the numerous craters resembled the uneven surface of the moon!

As expected, while clearing out the vengeful corpses, no system notifications or prompts sounded in my mind.

Clearly, the puppet that shared the monster's power was not counted as a valid kill by the system.

Since the grunts offer no benefit, there is no need for the special summoning monster, the Resentful Overtime Ghost, to exist.

Just as Han Sen clenched his fist, preparing to smash the monster to pieces with one punch, a powerful and terrifying wave of telekinesis, like a green energy tide, descended from the sky!

A powerful and domineering invisible force field instantly enveloped the entire area, the air froze, and the gravel and steel bars on the ground began to tremble slightly, as if they were paying homage to the king who was about to descend!

Having already sensed something, Han Sen's expression showed no surprise, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

Above the clouds, a transport plane that was far away suddenly opened its bottom hatch.

A slender green meteor broke off from it, streaking across the sky at an unimaginable speed, and plummeted vertically toward the center of the battlefield.

The green light receded, and the tornado's petite figure floated in mid-air.

She surveyed the devastated battlefield from her vantage point. Although Han Sen seemed somewhat familiar, her casual gaze habitually ignored the passersby and instead focused on the strange man who was staggering to his feet amidst the flames.

"Hmph... These guys from the Hero Association are really unreliable." After scrutinizing her, a hint of disappointment and impatience appeared in Tatsumaki's emerald green eyes. "They actually disturbed my vacation for a mere lung fog bug of this level!"

The resentful overtime worker: ? ? ?

Han Sen: ? ? ?

—Lung fog worms?

I feel offended! ×2

The helmet-wearing weirdo was already dizzy from the aftershocks of the explosion, and when he heard the disdainful remarks from above, he was even more shocked and instantly became furious.

"Iron...! What...did...you...say?!"

An overwhelming cloud of resentment surged into the sky, obscuring most of it.

Tornado raised an eyebrow slightly, then showed a little interest: "This is starting to look more like it... Hey!"

The style of her pose shifted smoothly to that of a powerful figure. She looked down at the familiar handsome man who was staring intently at her, and said stiffly with dead fish eyes, "And you, you nobodies, don't get in my way here."

With a casual flick of her slender, white fingers, a surge of powerful, emerald-green psychic energy swept in like a whirlwind.

Han Sen let the green telekinetic light attach to him, and then he felt a powerful but not tyrannical force field descend upon him, seemingly trying to blow him away and clear the area.

As the telekinetic field relentlessly pulled and dragged his ferocious body, Han Sen couldn't help but blink.

The seemingly violent behavior was actually quite measured. Even if someone else had been thrown out, they probably wouldn't have been seriously injured. Is this what a kind-hearted, stubborn tsundere looks like?

"……Um?"

Tatsumaki, who was about to attack the monster, paused, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on her delicate, pink face.

Han Sen, who should have left the stage, remained standing in place, his feet rooted to the spot, completely still.

The telekinetic power, enough to easily overturn an armored vehicle, only caused the man's hair to flutter slightly.

"Hmph, I underestimated you. Wait a minute..."

Admitting she had misjudged him, Tornado couldn't help but glance at Han Sen a few more times. His highly recognizable handsome face stirred up memories she had almost forgotten, and the haughty loli's beautiful eyes widened: "So it's you, the guy who saved Fubuki last time."

"My name is Han Sen, remember that," Han Sen said, his body radiating a blue psychic light that dissipated the psychic energy that Tornado had casually released. "Also, about your sister last time, you're welcome."

"Hmph...who needs to thank you?" Recalling the situation, Tatsumaki crossed her arms, her eyes filled with displeasure. "I'll take care of my own sister. Even if you weren't there, I would have intervened, but..."

"Just teaching her a lesson."

Ha, what a siscon and arrogant tsundere.

Han Sen inwardly scoffed, but still shook a finger and said, "Studies show that the more parents tell their children 'I'm doing this for your own good,' the more likely the children are to develop a rebellious attitude, Miss Tornado..."

"You don't want to be disliked by your younger sister, do you?"

Tornado paused, pondered for three seconds, and then realized what she meant.

The ground suddenly trembled violently without warning. Tornado's cheeks flushed slightly, but her voice was filled with murderous intent: "You... you've only mastered a little bit of power, and you dare to lecture me?"

"It's not a lesson, just a rational discussion and suggestions."

"Hmph, minding your own business..."

Seemingly out of consideration for Han Sen's past act of saving Fubuki, Tatsumaki remained silent for a moment, then turned her head away, tapping her fair and delicate arm with her fingers in frustration, her voice noticeably softer: "This kind of thing... how exactly should we do it?"

Han Sen never expected that when he occasionally dabbled in being a psychological counselor, Tornado would actually listen to his advice!

Sure enough, when it comes to your little sister Fubuki, you, as the ultimate siscon, simply can't handle it.

Han Sen cleared his throat and began his professional analysis: "The key to this problem lies in finding the key issue. My opinion is... blah blah..."

Tornado unconsciously lowered her altitude, nodding repeatedly as she listened: "Hmm, that makes sense...! And then...?"

"And then, of course, is... Aba aba..."

The resentful overtime worker: "..."

Two humans actually started chatting right in front of a Dragon-level monster, completely oblivious to everyone else!