Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 004

The thought of being casually blown up by a passing bald man, or accidentally crushed by Tornado when she was pulling radishes, sent shivers down Han Sen’s spine.

Gulp…

He couldn’t help but swallow, his eyes growing more solemn.

“No! I must gather information and improve my strength as soon as possible!”

Han Sen was the kind of person whose execution power would instantly be maxed out once he had a driving force.

He no longer lingered, identified the direction, and strode away along the path he came from.

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

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…

The journey was smooth, without encountering any other ignorant monsters.

Han Sen thought about it and then realized.

It was normal; the activity area where Pochy was located was an absolute forbidden zone for ordinary monsters.

Ordinary monsters naturally avoided it, fearing they would become a passing snack.

The further he walked, the stronger the fishy smell in the air, like a sewer, even mixed with a nauseating stench of excrement and undigested blood.

The light ahead grew brighter, and soon, an underground space the size of a football field appeared before his eyes.

This was one of the areas where low-level monsters exchanged tasks and gathered for activities.

Hundreds of monsters of various forms were gathered in the relatively spacious underground space, most of them Wolf-level, oddly shaped.

Some resembled gigantic insects, some mutated beasts, some distorted bodies of discarded machinery filled with flesh, and some were simply unnameable piles of meat.

Under the lights overhead, monstrous shadows flickered.

A few Tiger-level monsters, whose aura reached that level, each occupied a territory, enjoying the fearful gazes of the surrounding Wolf-level subordinates.

As for the Demon-level monsters, who were the backbone of the Monster Association, or the Dragon-level cadres at the core, none could be seen here.

Stronger ones, like Pochy, had their own territories and naturally disdained associating with these low-level monsters.

At this moment, the daily life of the Monster Association was unfolding in the underground space—

In a corner, several hyena-like monsters were tearing and fighting over the rotten internal organs of 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-fang battle, with severed limbs and bodily fluids flying everywhere.

A monster with fly compound eyes was spitting saliva, bragging to several timid subordinates about how many humans he had tortured and killed in his last mission…

Chaos! Barbarism! Evil!

This was the truest portrayal of the Monster Association’s lowest ranks.

Han Sen’s appearance immediately attracted the attention of almost all the monsters in the underground space.

Not because of his faint Tiger-level aura, but because of that trace of destructive… Dragon-level pressure!

Silence!

The clamor ceased abruptly.

For a moment, the underground space fell silent.

Dozens of eyes, some murky, some crimson, filled with malice, turned in unison, focusing on Han Sen, who had just emerged from the passage.

Surprise, scrutiny, confusion, greed… fear!

It seemed Pochy’s deterrent power was even more effective than imagined.

The thought had just crossed Han Sen’s mind when he saw a mantis monster in the corner, after a brief moment of shock, being the first to regain its senses. It then violently raised its blade-like arm and impaled a terrified rabbit monster beside it, lifting it high!

Then it brought it to its mouth and “crunched” off its head, then casually dragged the still twitching corpse into the shadows and secretly began to feast.

Han Sen: “…”

Good heavens, so the ultimate form of workplace bullying was…

Eating colleagues alive.

Han Sen’s mouth twitched. While speechless, he gained a further understanding of the Monster Association’s survival rules.

Just then, a muffled sound, like bubbles underwater, broke the dead silence.

“Strange…?!”

Behind the monsters, a surprised voice came from a crude but massive rock throne.

“Why isn’t this waste dead yet?!”

The scene suddenly quieted down. The monsters quickly parted to make way. A figure significantly taller than the surrounding monsters knocked away a slow-reacting minor monster blocking the way and strode out.

This guy was about three meters tall, with a huge octopus head that dripped transparent mucus.

Below the head was a bloated body similar to a human’s, and eight slimy tentacles covered with disgusting suckers twisted restlessly like pythons.

Han Sen’s footsteps 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 of different levels had different divisions of labor. Dragon-level monsters were core cadres, and those above Demon-level were eligible to serve as combatants, researchers, and other positions.

Low-level monsters, according to their specialties, were responsible for basic tasks such as resource collection, logistical support, and construction, serving the upper echelons.

Slime Octopus’s assigned task was in logistics, primarily responsible for feeding Pochy.

It was his casual remark that sent Han Sen and five other monsters to be snacks for Pochy.

Han Sen’s narrowed eyes gleamed with dangerous light, and the crimson patterns on his dark face mask flickered, brightening and dimming as if breathing: “Who are you calling waste?”

“Waste, of course, I’m calling you! Uh…?”

Slime Octopus subconsciously retorted, but as soon as the words left its mouth, it inexplicably felt that something was wrong.

However, not being very smart was a common problem for low-level monsters.

Although Tiger-level monsters could already withstand human hot weapons, and even modern military forces would find them difficult to eradicate.

In the monster world, however, they were still ubiquitous cannon fodder, weaklings at the bottom of the pyramid.

Without thinking much, Slime Octopus curled up its eight slimy tentacles, making a “gurgling” sticky sound, and sneered, “Hehehe! Kid, it seems you’re lucky to have returned alive from Lord Pochy.”

Slime Octopus took a step forward, slowly wiggling its eight tentacles slightly, attempting to pressure Han Sen with its three-meter height and Tiger-level monster aura.

“Since you’re back, stay put obediently!”

It wrapped one tentacle around a severed arm left by some unlucky fellow on the ground, stuffed it into the mouthpart beneath its head, and chewed it, sending juices splattering.

“Tomorrow’s meal delivery mission… Hehehe, it’ll still be you!”

Such a matter-of-fact tone of command, and that undisguised malice, made the chill in Han Sen’s eyes intensify.

This guy not only completely avoided mentioning the reward “Monster Cell” from the previous mission but also planned to continue pushing him to his death, clearly intending to treat him as a tool that could be sacrificed at will, while also monopolizing the reward.

“Heh heh.”

A low chuckle emanated from Han Sen’s masked mouth, carrying a faint sensation of heat, as if igniting the air.

“What are you laughing at?!”

Slime Octopus’s face darkened. Being mocked by someone it considered a waste made it feel offended.

The suckers on its eight tentacles suddenly opened, revealing dense, sharp teeth that would make someone with trypophobia instantly ascend to heaven, exuding a dangerous aura.

“Could it be… you have an opinion on my arrangements?!”

Boom!

The Tiger-level monster’s aura erupted without reservation, a! (A means “a blast of [bloody wind] hit the face,” implying a strong, foul, or menacing gust of wind associated with violence or decay.)

Seeing this, the surrounding monsters excitedly retreated, consciously clearing an open space.

Their eyes were filled with the anticipation of watching a spectacle and a bloodthirsty craving.

Although there was behind-the-scenes manipulation and unified management by Gyoro Gyoro, there was a set of unwritten rules among the low-level monsters of the Monster Association.

The so-called rules were—

No rules!

If one had to say, it was the most primitive law of the jungle—

The strong prey on the weak, and the strong dominate everything!

Psykos didn’t care how many low-level monsters died in a day; she could easily create more anyway.

Therefore— ( means “” (to snatch/rob) “” (food), implying a struggle for food), ( means “” (to contend for) “” (territory), implying a struggle for territory), ( means “if words don’t agree, they kill each other,” implying disputes quickly escalate to violence)…

These had long become commonplace for low-level monsters, just basic operations.