Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 015

“I’ve kept you waiting, Lord Pochy, I’m here!”

Coming to Pochy’s side, Hansen quickly got into character.

Due to the difference in size and strength, his claws, which were sharp enough to easily pierce Ghost-level monsters, were just right for combing Pochy’s tangled, coarse hair.

These tough hairs were so strong and resilient that even ordinary Dragon-level monsters would find it difficult to penetrate them, making it incredibly hard to clean out the debris and dirt.

Fortunately, Hansen inherited Pochy’s abnormal abilities. Putting everything else aside, his physical endurance and stamina were absolutely top-notch!

He rolled up his sleeves and started working, his hands moving up and down, cleaning and massaging Pochy, who gradually narrowed his six eyes.

From time to time, comfortable purring sounds came from his throat, showing how much he was enjoying it.

“Ow… gurururu…”

A moment later, Hansen exhaled a puff of white steam, signaling to Pochy that the cleaning was complete.

Pochy stood up and shook his massive body.

Water droplets like sharp arrows splattered everywhere, creating large and small shallow pits in the distant stone wall.

Looking at the black dog now, its previously messy and dull black fur had become dark and shiny, with each strand clearly defined.

Its appearance had improved significantly, making it look exceptionally spirited.

Pochy was in a great mood after his bath. He lowered his enormous head again, his six burning eyes looking at Hansen.

He gestured for Hansen to jump onto his head again, ready to return to the nest.

The first time is awkward, the second time is familiar.

Seeing this, Hansen skillfully leaped, landing lightly on Pochy’s broad head.

The hair, which had been wet moments before, was instantly dried by Pochy’s terrifying body heat, and the warm, dry sensation made Hansen’s riding experience absolutely perfect!

“Woof! Woof woof—!” (Let’s go! We’ll come again next time—!)

Pochy let out a low growl and started moving his four legs.

A black lightning bolt scrambled up the rock wall in a few steps, rushing onto the stone bridge, and quickly disappeared into the end of the deep passage.

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Returning to his territory alone, Hansen was still savoring the feeling of closeness and dependence transmitted by the giant beast beneath him while riding Pochy.

This feeling was very peculiar, like playing a game, except the object of cultivation was a Dragon-level ferocious beast capable of easily destroying cities.

If there was such a thing as a favorability system, Hansen had no doubt that Pochy’s little hearts above his head would have been at least above the passing line by him.

Unexpectedly, he had latched onto the leg of a Dragon-level executive; it seemed the situation was excellent.

However, this world was full of dangers. Even though Hansen’s strength was progressing by leaps and bounds, his sense of crisis still lingered.

Just within the Monster Association, there were no less than five beings who could instantly kill him!

It was far from enough!

Thinking about how to continue getting stronger, Hansen returned to the underground space where his territory was located.

As he approached, a series of chaotic and noisy roars, crashing sounds, and screams could already be heard from afar.

When Hansen’s figure appeared at the entrance of the passage, what he saw was an expected daily scene—

Several Wolf-level monsters were savagely tearing at each other over the remains of monster corpses on the ground, with severed limbs and internal organs flying everywhere.

Under the stimulation of fresh blood, not only did the battle become more intense, but many restless monsters also couldn’t resist joining in.

The scene was once extremely chaotic.

A few Tiger-level monsters watched with cold eyes, occasionally intervening to “mediate,” which was actually dragging away the weak who had fought to a mutual defeat, disemboweling them on the spot, and enjoying “fresh” extra meals.

This was the bottom-level ecology of the Monster Association: chaotic, barbaric, and utterly without order.

Hansen ignored it. It was like this when the Slime Octopus was around, and now that he was the ruler, it wouldn’t fundamentally change much.

After all, such a chaotic situation was the result of Psykos, the mastermind behind the Monster Association, manipulating everything.

Few people knew that she was extensively experimenting with her self-created “Near-Death Evolution Theory” within the Monster Association.

That’s right, it was the cheat code of the Saiyan warrior race from the neighboring Dragon Ball series!

Using the threat of death to promote low-level monsters to evolve to higher levels, thereby creating powerful and usable monsters.

But more often than not…

Not every monster was a Super Saiyan. On the contrary, only a very few individuals possessed such qualifications.

If they died, they were truly dead.

But Dragon-level monsters were hard to find, while Wolf-level monsters were abundant.

Even if it only resulted in one or two Ghost-level or Dragon-level monsters, it was still a huge profit.

It wasn’t until Hansen’s three-meter-tall monstrous figure appeared that the chaos in the underground space abruptly ceased.

All the monsters, whether they were fighting or eating, instinctively stopped their actions, and their gazes, filled with awe and fear, uniformly turned towards this newly promoted Ghost-level ruler.

Only a few Tiger-level monsters noticed Hansen’s change.

They could clearly sense that the aura emanating from this new boss seemed even more unfathomable!

Hansen paid no attention to these guys, even casually dismissing Sharpfang, who had come up to greet him with a fawning expression, and instead walked straight towards his private nest.

This trip out had brought him quite a few unexpected gains, and he needed some time to study the new abilities he had just acquired.

Returning to his nest, Hansen opened the system panel for a look.

SSR「Swift Wind」.

SR「Monsterization」.

“Then I’ll test the SSR first.”

With a thought, Lv 1 「Swift Wind」 was activated.

Buzz—!

With a thought, an invisible gust of wind suddenly spread out with Hansen at its center.

A strong wind surged through the nest, and his heavy body, covered in black spiked armor, suddenly became several times lighter!

Every joint, every muscle was filled with unprecedented agility and nimbleness, becoming exceptionally sensitive to the flow of air around him.

The next moment, only a blurred afterimage was left in place, and his body had appeared at the other end of the nest as if teleported!

“Hiss… so fast!”

Although he had experienced it before, Hansen was still pleasantly surprised at this moment.

Just his normal speed could already rival the burst speed he previously achieved by forcefully pushing himself in combat!

“This feeling…”

Hansen raised his spiked claw, his five fingers slightly spread.

Wisps of faint blue airflow, as if alive, coiled around his fingertips, dancing with his will.

“Is it the power of wind?”

Realizing that the source of the speed surge was the tiny air currents wrapped around his body and even inside him, Hansen tried to control this power more precisely.

Chirp—!

A condensed, light blue wind blade shot out silently from his fingertip. A protruding rock ten meters away was easily cut open like tofu, leaving a smooth, mirror-like incision.

Hansen pondered. Gale Wind likely enhanced his slashing power in this way.

As for more uses, that guy was still adapting to the power of monsterization and hadn’t had time for deeper development.

But Hansen was different. Although the power of Lv 1 SSR was far inferior to the original version in all aspects, it could be upgraded by adding points, and copying it meant he could use it immediately.

In a sense, he understood the power of wind even better than Gale Wind, the original wielder of wind power!

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