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

The light in his eyes became deep and far-reaching.

Chapter 107 Undercurrent

Several hours after the Dragon Forest battle ended.

The deafening roar of engines echoed from outside the park ruins as the Hero Association's logistics and disaster investigation teams finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

As dozens of heavy trucks and special vehicles bearing the Hero Association logo cautiously drove into the area, everyone inside fell into a deathly silence.

After getting off the vehicle, the captain of the logistics unit, a veteran who was used to seeing disaster scenes, dropped the cigarette he was holding on the ground with a "thud" and even forgot to pick it up.

"Good heavens... this... this really used to be an industrial park in Z City?"

The scene before us can no longer be described as simply destroyed.

This is clearly a natural disaster!

Inside the Hero Association headquarters, in a top-floor office with curtains so thick they block out the air.

The swirling smoke from expensive cigars blurred the faces of several figures behind the conference table.

They are the true controllers of this behemoth called the Hero Association, a group of businessmen who only care about profits.

"Hmph... Tornado is still so reckless, she destroyed another entire industrial zone."

"The costs of handling the aftermath and public relations will be another large expense."

A burly, dark figure with a cigar in his hand said in a deep voice, his tone full of displeasure.

“Money is a minor matter,” another hoarse voice rang out, “The key is the material… a growing Dragon-level monster that can absorb resentment to strengthen itself, and also has the ability to manipulate corpses… This is top-tier material, something you can only come across once in a lifetime!”

"Several major clients have booked months in advance. These undisciplined S-class vehicles... what a waste!"

"Alright, since it has already happened, there's no need to regret it."

"As long as strange monsters continue to cause disasters in this world, there will be a continuous stream of business."

The people in the shadows fell silent, but the greed and ambition swirling in the air were more murky than the aura of any strange man.

The Hero Association is not made up of heroes.

After two and a half years of rapid development, the deep water beneath this behemoth has become murky.

Heroes are responsible for eliminating monsters, while others are responsible for maximizing the value of the disaster.

In the underground of Z City, there is the Monster Association.

"That's strange. Why are there consecutive earthquakes out of the blue? Or are these abnormal earthquakes with their epicenters seemingly above the Earth's surface?"

"Armed Gorilla" scratched his head in confusion, muttering to himself in a muffled voice.

Just then, a graceful, slender figure swept past him with a "whoosh," its wings flapping rapidly, creating a fragrant breeze, and it hurriedly flew away.

"Mosquito Girl..." the armed gorilla shouted instinctively, "Why are you flying so fast?"

"The 'Insect God' has instructed us to sign for the package!"

The Mosquito Girl's alluring, soft voice drifted over from afar. She quickly responded, then suddenly stopped mid-air as if remembering something.

She raised her fair little hand to support her pointed chin, and muttered to herself, "Oh right, it was 'us' that was instructed..."

The next second, she smiled slyly, and without looking back, flew back, her wings flapping even faster: "You're big enough, you can sign for it all by yourself!"

"The 'Insect God' has agreed to let me establish a blood bank among the newly captured prisoners. I'm going back to enjoy my afternoon tea now! Bye-bye!"

The armed gorilla watched her disappearing figure in an instant, its mechanically modified face rolling a huge eye roll: "...You bastard."

—There's no need to ask you.

However, it is impossible to disobey the orders of the Insect God.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance to the territory, where the armed gorilla stared blankly at the scene before it.

Several unusually strong, insect-headed monsters were unloading several large, sealed, refrigerated containers emitting a chilling aura from a black truck whose model was unidentifiable.

These strange men were all dressed in well-tailored, uniform black suits, exuding a terrifying aura that only the strong possess.

Wearing sunglasses, with efficient movements and a menacing aura, it was completely unlike the chaotic and disorderly wild monsters it had in mind.

"You're the person in charge, right? Come on, sign this."

A strange man walked over; he had a streamlined, crimson armor and a single, powerful horn pointing skyward from his head.

He handed over an electronic receipt board and a pen, speaking with the professionalism of a top-performing salesperson in the human world.

"okay."

The armed gorilla instinctively took it and skillfully signed his name.

Only after signing did he belatedly realize what had happened.

Looking at the group of imposing insect-headed monsters before him, he cautiously asked, "Um... everyone, what is your relationship with Lord Insect God?"

The art style is so similar!

If you were to change the paint job on the insect god, whose entire body is covered in black armor, he would look completely different from these imposing insect-headed deliverymen in front of you...

It's like a series of products manufactured on the same assembly line.

"No need for further explanation, Lord Insect God is our most esteemed and premium customer."

The rhinoceros beetle monster with the red shell retrieved the delivery board, put one hand in his pocket, and raised the other hand stylishly, pointing it straight to the top of his head, striking a pose that was ambiguous in meaning but extremely cool.

"Jiadou Express – Speeding up every delivery! Wishing you a pleasant life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped an indistinct device at his waist and shouted in a deep voice:

"Clock Up!!"

"Whoosh-!"

Almost the instant the sound rang out, an indescribable gust of air suddenly surged forth.

Several black-suited, insect-headed monsters burst out with white shockwaves beneath their feet, their figures instantly turning into blurry afterimages. In an extremely short time, beyond comprehension, they boarded the vehicle, closed the door, and drove away... In the blink of an eye, the black truck disappeared at the end of the passage!

The terrifying shockwave it generated made even the demon-level cyborg Armored Gorilla unsteady on its feet.

Subconsciously, it squinted its electronic eyes, and the photosensitive elements flashed wildly, but it couldn't even capture the other party's trajectory!

"...Wow, so fast!!"

It swallowed hard and muttered to itself, "The speed at which they can burst out in an instant is so fast... Each of these guys is probably no less powerful than me!"

"The Monster Association is indeed... full of hidden talents!"

It turned to look at the group of strange guards behind it who had been alerted, finally regaining some of its authority as a leader, and casually pointed: "What are you guys standing there for!"

"Come with me and carry Lord Insect God's things into the warehouse."

"Be careful, everyone! Don't bump or knock it over! This belongs to the Insect God!"

The group of tiger-level guards hurriedly nodded and bowed, rushing forward to help carry it.

"Yes, Master Steward!"

Chapter 108 Sykes's Ambition

In the warehouse behind the territory of the "Insect God".

The minotaur, who had just been removed from his position as general manager and reassigned to be a warehouse keeper, suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Tears streamed down the cow's face; it looked as aggrieved as a 300-pound child.

Not far away, a few strange men working were whispering and pointing.

"Look, that old ox is at it again..."

"Sigh, you'll get used to it. It's been like this every day since the gorilla arrived."

"Don't laugh at it. If you were to fall from the pinnacle of power to the bottom overnight, you'd probably cry even harder than the old ox!"

"Heh..." A snake-headed monster who looked quite wise sneered and made a conclusion.

"Party strife has always been like this!"

In the underground chamber, a blue superpower glow illuminated a curvaceous and alluring figure.

Sykes was standing in front of the huge experimental table, working intently.

She wore only a thin, pink silk robe, the smooth fabric barely covering her vital parts, making her devilish figure, which could drive any man crazy, even more alluring and seductive.

The neckline of the robe was extremely low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin and a shockingly deep cleavage.

With each breath, her large, curvaceous breasts rose and fell in breathtaking arcs, as if they might burst through the thin fabric at any moment.

The cinched waist design perfectly showcased her incredibly slender waist.

Twigs bear fruit.

Below that are long, shapely legs encased in top-quality black stockings, gleaming alluringly in the light, sparking endless fantasies.

She wore a pair of sophisticated frameless glasses, behind which her eyes were sharp and deep.

Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing.

He suddenly looked up, as if he could see some terrifying presence through the ceiling, and his expression became one of surprise and uncertainty.

After a long while, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

As the de facto ruler of the Monster Association and one of the world's top superpowered individuals, she naturally sensed the earth-shattering battle on the surface with perfect clarity.

"What terrifying telekinesis... Hmph, still so tyrannical and domineering, utterly lacking in skill, like a barbarian who only knows how to swing a hammer!"

A deep sense of apprehension and disdain flashed across Sykes's cold and aloof face.

Although she already knew, when the tornado's undisguised and immense psychic power descended upon her head, she still felt a humiliating realization...

In terms of the strength of his telekinetic abilities under normal circumstances, I'm afraid I would have a hard time competing with that woman!

S-Class Hero #2, "Tornado of Terror"!

"However, battles aren't just about who's stronger... superpower duels are the same!" She adjusted her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. "If I were to use my trump card, the outcome might be very different!"

"...I should be the strongest superpowered person!"

Take a deep breath to calm your surging emotions.

With a flick of her finger, Sykes enveloped a grotesque corpse on the testing table, twisted beyond recognition, in blue telekinesis.

It flew in a parabola and precisely into the distant biological waste treatment port.

After calming down, Sykes began to analyze the battle that had just taken place.

"Judging from the scale of the battle, the one fighting Tatsumaki must be at least a powerful Dragon-level monster."

"But the association's officers are all under my control and haven't been active in the human world... The battle ended so quickly, it doesn't seem like they discovered our base."

"Is it a wild Dragon-level monster that just happened to be born in Z-City? What a pity, I was just experimenting with my new discovery when the Hero Association beat me to it..."

As she muttered to herself, a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.

"With the 'Weirdo Conference' approaching, we need to be more cautious with our recent plans."

This woman is troublesome, but she's just troublesome!

Sykes unconsciously licked her rosy lips, a flame of desire to conquer everything burning in her eyes.

When Hansen appeared in the base lobby, Dr. Genus had already been waiting at the entrance with a group of clones for quite some time.

"Good morning, boss!" ×N

The uniform greetings, if replaced with identical black suits and sunglasses on the clones' research gowns, would instantly transform this welcoming ceremony into a scene reminiscent of a raucous gangster welcoming their leader.

Hansen pressed his palm down, stopping the Genos from proceeding with the next part of the welcoming ceremony.

Without stopping, he walked straight to the private elevator to the deep laboratory, and asked bluntly, "So, any results?"

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Dr. Genus, the original body, hurriedly followed Hansen's footsteps. The clone in front of them had already understood and pressed the button to open the elevator door, bowing respectfully to see the two of them inside.

The elevator descended smoothly, and Dr. Genos began his report methodically.

The tablet they took out displayed a holographic projection in front of them.