Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 018

“Hmm… Actually, there’s no need to be so aggressive.”

Accustomed to the Bug God’s vigorous desire for slaughter as the representative of the militant faction among his subordinates, Great Eye’s eye twitched.

A voice enveloped by psychic power surged from all directions: “I’ve seen that little guy before. The potential it showed is quite valuable. Personally, I’d really like to see how far it can go.”

As he spoke, a cloth bag with a tightened opening, wrapped in psychokinesis, floated before the Bug God.

“How about this, Bug God.”

“You deliver this to it for me, and while you’re at it, give your bug race juniors a good scolding.”

Great Eye calmly stated: “It’s fine if it wants to manage more territory and forces, but I still have use for those low-level monsters. They can’t just be easily killed off.”

“That’s it, convey my original words.”

The Bug God was silent for a moment, then took the cloth bag, slung it over its shoulder, and left, having received its orders.

“Understood, I’ll take care of this matter.”

It strode out of the hall, its carapace rubbing together, emitting a faint rustling sound.

“A potential junior favored by Great Eye… Heh heh, I hope this so-called junior can give me a small surprise.”

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In the underground world, another monster territory was on the brink of collapse.

As Han Sen’s sharp claws tightened, the head of the Tiger-level monster he held in his hand burst and shattered like a watermelon, spraying red and white liquid everywhere, signaling the end of another Tiger-level monster’s rule under his powerful intervention.

However, Han Sen was not there to liberate slaves.

As before, he killed off more than half of the monsters in this area, until his dark armor was stained with various colors of blood, and the remaining monsters were collectively terrified.

[Killed Tiger-level monster × 7, gained Origin Points × 231!]

[Killed Wolf-level monster × 437, gained Origin Points × 1183!]

After all, Psykos could be monitoring him from some dark corner at any time, so Han Sen still had to give her some face.

Isn’t it true that he still left… a small half?

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Unfortunately, the low-level monsters were simply too weak.

Han Sen had been killing for several days, and the chaotic ecosystem deliberately created by the Monster Association at the bottom had been significantly disrupted by him.

The total Origin Points gained from killing monsters, however, had barely exceeded the amount Great Eye gave in a single feeding.

He did find quite a few “Monster Cells” from the lairs of many Tiger-level leaders, totaling several dozen, which he naturally took into his possession using his authority as the boss.

After fighting so hard for such meager gains, Han Sen couldn’t help but feel an urge to rush over, hug Elder Centipede, and gnaw on him.

Those were all fresh, hot “Monster Cells”!

“Fangs, according to the old rules, find a few Tiger-level leaders to incorporate the remaining monsters.”

Han Sen incinerated the grime on his sharp claws with a scorching breath and casually ordered: “You take people to find their hidden ‘Monster Cells’ and send them back to me.”

“Yes, my lord! I will definitely handle the matter you entrusted to me!”

Fangs received the order and immediately began to gesticulate arrogantly, making arrangements.

Although any of the Tiger-level leaders present could instantly kill it, due to its rat-like behavior and the influence of the Bug God, none dared to disobey the command of this rat monster.

Watching his subordinate monsters busy themselves, Han Sen left the bloody battlefield and looked ahead.

According to the intelligence gathered by Fangs’s intelligence group, a Demon-level monster of the ogre race was entrenched in the mine ahead, which was also the strongest being in this area besides Han Sen.

The monsters of the Monster Association were bizarre and varied, but they could still be roughly classified according to certain patterns.

For example, based on their abilities or origins, they could be divided into human mutation types, biological evolution types, psychic types, special life forms, obsession-possessed types, divine power-bestowed types, and so on.

And based on form and race, they could be further divided into types such as insectoids, beast-folk, sea-folk, ogre-folk, demon-folk, rock-folk, plant monsters, grotesque monsters… and so on.

Some of these monsters formed factions due to similar forms, while others fought individually.

The one residing in the mine ahead was a solitary Demon-level monster of the ogre race named “Yama-chan” who manipulated the power of earth veins and rocks.

Demon-level battles were not something low-level cannon fodder could participate in, but Han Sen still picked out a few newly subdued Tiger-level subordinates to bring along.

As the boss, he was mainly responsible for dealing with enemies.

If the opponent had collected anything valuable, these Tiger-level porters would be needed.

Of course, if Yama-chan’s monster ability was indeed good, Han Sen felt that he still had plenty of surplus ability slots!

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The path to the mine was not hidden; in fact, it was somewhat overly spacious. The cave walls were covered with rough excavation marks, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rock dust.

Han Sen, accompanied by five randomly chosen Tiger-level subordinates, advanced unhurriedly towards the target area.

These five Tiger-level monsters were all survivors of the recent low-level wars. They had witnessed the gruesome sight of corpses strewn everywhere and deeply understood their new boss’s terrifying strength and ruthless methods. After being subjugated, they dared not make the slightest unusual move.

“My lord, according to the information from the tongue we caught earlier, the lair of that Demon-level monster ‘Yama-chan’ should be just ahead.”

A wild boar monster with long fur and tusks reported cautiously, afraid that its voice might be too loud and it might accidentally become the new boss’s dinner.

At this moment, the group had just reached the vicinity of the cave entrance and involuntarily paused.

From the shadows ahead, a black creature with an extremely rough art style swayed out.

It had no neck, its head and body were almost connected, and its limbs were comically short.

A pale face topped its head, with crowded features and a lewd expression, like a grotesque clown from a low-quality play.

It was holding a bone, from some unknown creature, slowly picking its teeth.

If Han Sen saw this appearance in a manga, he might laugh out loud.

But here, in this world, he only felt a chill run up his spine.

His experience as a transmigrator told him an irrefutable truth—

The rougher the art style, the faster the kill!

Not to mention, the two strongest characters with rough art styles—‘Caped Baldy’ and ‘Tatsumaki the Tornado of Terror’—were the best examples.

And the one before him, unassuming, even ugly and comical, but Han Sen instantly recognized its identity.

A Dragon-level executive of the Monster Association, possessing 54 trillion ( 54, 000, 000, 000, 000) individual bodies, each said to be able to easily defeat an A-class hero—a terrifying existence—

‘Black Sperm’!

With the appearance of the monster before him, Han Sen could basically conclude that the Demon-level monster Yama-chan was probably already dead.

Perhaps the bone Black Sperm was using to pick its teeth was Yama-chan’s.

Han Sen’s thoughts raced, but his expression remained calm.

He knew that facing an opponent of this level, any hint of hostility could invite devastating destruction.

“Huh? So many people.”

Black Sperm finally finished picking its teeth, casually tossing the bone aside. Its lewd little eyes swept over Han Sen and his group, its tone carrying a hint of casual curiosity.

“Tch, where did all these small fry come from?”

“Hey, what are you guys doing here?”

The questions were bland, without much of the oppressive feeling a Dragon-level monster should have.

Han Sen’s expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, bowed slightly, and spoke with just the right amount of respect: “My lord, I am Puri-Puri Prisoner’s exclusive chef. By order of Great Eye, I am currently searching for some fresh ingredients for Puri-Puri Prisoner.”

“Oh? Puri-Puri Prisoner’s chef?”

Black Sperm wrinkled its nose, took a few steps closer, and sniffed Han Sen carefully, its face showing a look of regret: “Tsk, there really is a bit of that stupid dog’s smell…”

“What a pity, such excellent protein.”

Han Sen: ???