Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 028

The terrifying force that was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Ghost-level monster was just right for Pochy.

Pochy, who was enjoying the petting, narrowed all six of its eyes, lay down cooperatively, and allowed Hansen to do whatever he wanted on its body, making a comfortable purring sound in its throat.

Hansen dutifully petted Pochy for an hour before speaking, “It’s like this, Lord Pochy.”

“I need to leave for a while to complete the task assigned by Lord Daijingyan. It will probably take a few days.”

“Awoo…?” (Ah…?)

Hearing that Hansen was leaving, Pochy tilted its head and looked at him, its gaze conflicted.

Its powerful strength was bestowed by Daijingyan. Hearing that Hansen was going out to perform a task for Daijingyan, it naturally couldn’t stop him.

“Awoo, awoo?” (If you leave, what about the food?)

Hansen patted Pochy soothingly. The large dog, long accustomed to it, didn’t resist at all. “Don’t worry, there won’t be less food. I’ve already arranged it. My subordinates will deliver it to you on time every day.”

Pochy grunted twice, indicating that it understood, but then rubbed Hansen with its large head, making a series of low “awoo” sounds.

Hansen took a deep breath and stood firm.

It was a good thing his body was tough enough. If it were an ordinary Ghost-level monster, it would probably have ascended to meet its great-grandmother after being affectionate with Pochy once or twice!

As for what Pochy said, Hansen, who was fluent in Dog-ese, naturally understood.

Although there wouldn’t be less food, without the cooking process, the taste would naturally be vastly different.

After all.

Once you’ve eaten good food, who would want to go back to gnawing on cold, hard, dry raw meat?

Looking at Pochy’s large eyes, which were slightly aggrieved and expectant, Hansen knew that the Dragon-level big dog’s favorability was probably maxed out.

Patting Pochy’s head, Hansen said gently, “Of course, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“When I do, I’ll bring you some ‘new flavors’ from the surface to try.”

Upon hearing the words “new flavors,” Pochy’s eyes visibly lit up, and its tail instinctively wagged, instantly cracking the flat ground and creating several terrifying, cannonball-like deep pits!

“Awoo? Awoo awoo~!” (New flavors? This is great~!)

After bidding farewell to Pochy, Hansen didn’t return to his territory but instead headed upwards.

Passing through the complex, layered underground passages, the low-level monsters patrolling along the way quickly avoided him, sensing the powerful aura of a Ghost-level monster.

Finally, a faint light appeared ahead, along with the long-awaited fresh air.

That was the exit to the surface.

As he stepped onto the last few stairs, Hansen’s entire black carapace rapidly receded.

Bathed in the brilliant sunlight was a handsome young man with a gentle smile.

“Human world, here I come!”

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Stepping out of the dark, damp underground passage, the long-awaited sunlight was somewhat dazzling.

Hansen squinted his eyes and took a deep breath of the surface air, which carried dust and industrial exhaust.

Unlike the Monster Association’s underground world, which was filled with the stench of decay and blood, it wasn’t exactly fresh, but it carried a vibrant scent called “human world.”

This area was on one side of Z-City. The once bustling city now showed signs of dilapidation.

In the distance, one could occasionally see sparse pedestrians and scattered passing vehicles, while all the shops in the shopping street where Hansen was located were closed.

Some even had their doors wide open, with collapsed shelves inside, scattered goods mostly trampled, and the shop owners having disappeared in broad daylight.

Decay, emptiness, deathly silence… all these elements combined to paint a desolate picture.

At this time, the Hero Association was still unaware of the Monster Association’s existence, yet the cancerous tumor had long been deeply buried underground, continuously seeping fear onto the surface.

The increasingly frequent appearances of high-level monsters made the citizens living here like startled birds, migrating towards the safer city center.

But whether monsters or humans, a terrifying urban legend was circulating—

It was said that a highly terrifying existence resided here. Whether it was powerful monsters or human adventurers who accidentally entered, once they approached, they would mysteriously disappear, leaving only horrifying remains.

Hansen, of course, knew who that so-called “terrifying existence” was: the hero who acted out of interest—

“Caped Baldy,” Saitama.

The humans who were killed were naturally at the hands of monsters, but even the strongest monster would only meet their demise when encountering Saitama. Ordinary citizens often only saw the tragically dead bodies afterward.

Over time, fear festered in the unknown.

Nowadays, it was not far from becoming a true ghost town.

“Teacher Saitama…”

Muttering this invincible name in his heart, Hansen didn’t feel much worry.

He knew that Saitama had his own set of criteria for judging monsters.

And Hansen’s soul essence was always human. Even after becoming a monster, he had never committed the evil act of wantonly slaughtering ordinary people.

As long as he stuck to his bottom line and didn’t act like a monster, even if he encountered Saitama by chance, he would most likely only be regarded as a slightly stronger passerby.

Of course, there was no need to deliberately seek attention.

Speaking of Saitama, currently, Hansen was facing a similar dilemma to the bald demon king—

No money.

And… no clothes.

Looking down at his strong body with smooth and distinct muscle lines, Hansen put his hands on his hips. “The most urgent task is to find some clothes to wear first.”

Under the distorted rules of this world, “monsterization” could include personal clothing, but the prerequisite was that you had to be wearing them.

Otherwise, like Hansen, every transformation would revert to “factory settings.”

Although with his current physique, which far surpassed ordinary people, and his capital that stood out from the crowd, he didn’t mind showing off his masculine charm.

But boys must protect themselves when they’re out!

“With so many closed shops, there must be some that haven’t been completely cleared out, right?”

Hansen muttered to himself, looking at the largely abandoned commercial street. His gaze swept over it and locked onto a clothing store with a crooked sign and a half-open door. He immediately walked over.

When he reappeared, Hansen was completely refreshed.

He wore a black turtleneck sweater as a base, topped with a dark gray wool coat with a cinched waist. The smooth hem of the coat gracefully fell just above his hip bones, perfectly showcasing his already excellent waist-to-leg ratio.

For his lower body, he wore a pair of slim-fit cargo pants, beneath the slightly elastic fabric were a pair of long legs brimming with explosive power.

With his youth and looks comparable to peak Daniel Wu, any casual outfit made him a walking hormone-harvesting machine for the opposite sex.

Of course, with Hansen’s looks and muscle mass, he might harvest more than just the opposite sex.

Seeing no one alive nearby, Hansen slightly bent his knees and pushed off, lightly stepping on the wall to climb to the top of an office building.

The entire Z-City came into view. Hansen’s figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was back on a distant street.

With his hands in his pockets, he casually walked towards the city center.