Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 066

Dr. Genus quickly operated on the holographic computer screen in front of him, and a new project was quickly approved in the system.

He then found a research report from the pile of documents on the table and handed it to Hansen, saying, “Lord Bug God, I accidentally conquered the ‘Infinite Manufacturing Octopus Leg’ technology before, and I have some experience in this area.”

He pushed up his glasses, and a confident light flashed in his eyes: “One month! No more than one month, I should be able to provide a finished product that meets your basic requirements.”

“Of course, if you want to improve the success rate of ‘Monster Cell’ transformation, directional controllability, and the stability of the final product, it may take longer. This requires a large amount of experimental data to support it.”

When Hansen heard Dr. Genus’s answer, he had only one thought in his mind—

Now, that’s what you call professional!

I was still considering whether it could be replicated, but they were already planning for subsequent upgrades and modifications.

Indeed, professional matters should be left to professionals.

Handing a bag of “Monster Cells” to Dr. Genus as experimental material, Hansen also put forward some new requirements.

First, to mass-produce Dragon-level modified monsters, their performance did not need to reach the level of Ashura Rhino Beetle; any Dragon-level would be acceptable.

This was because Hansen had just tasted a bit of sweetness; Ashura Rhino Beetle, whose strength reached the peak of Dragon-level after going berserk, directly contributed nearly 100, 000 Source Points.

Ordinary Dragon-level monsters might not be as “fat” but certainly wouldn’t be much less!

Upon hearing this request, Dr. Genus pushed up his glasses, a hint of difficulty appearing between his brows.

One was being scared by the failed product Ashura Rhino Beetle, and the other was that the various resources consumed in manufacturing Dragon-level monsters were massive.

Even with the House of Evolution’s years of accumulation, production capacity would not reach very high levels for a long time.

Hansen had long anticipated this and simply told him to start preparations, not to worry about materials, safety, and other issues.

Especially regarding safety.

As early as entering the underground base, Hansen’s clone had already invaded in advance.

Unbeknownst to anyone, even now, Dr. Genus’s defense network had not detected any abnormalities.

Although Hansen believed in Dr. Genus’s surrender, he would not leave no backup.

After all, this was a super villain capable of creating Dragon-level monsters with his bare hands.

Coupled with Monster King Orochi’s flesh and blood tissue, who knew what the upper limit of such a combination was.

Leaving Dr. Genus with several long-term projects to tackle, Hansen left without reluctance, taking two newly subdued Demon-level monsters and walking away.

Taking control of the House of Evolution was a public matter for him, as it concerned the stable acquisition of Source Points after the Monster Association’s downfall.

But after it was done, the rest was his private time.

The last time he went on an external mission was his initial reintegration into human society. This time, his main body was skipping work, and he was ready to thoroughly enjoy the prosperity of the human world.

Of course, his old friend King’s training progress could not be neglected.

Upon learning about the absurd truth that the Tanktop Heroes could draw power from their tanktops, Hansen was filled with anticipation for the nurturing of the strongest on the surface.

(King, far away in City M: Achoo—! Did I catch a cold recently… No, there’s something dirty!!)

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City J, Golden Coast Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Hansen lay comfortably on a beach chair by the top-floor open-air swimming pool, the sun making his bronze skin slightly warm.

His muscles flowed smoothly like a leopard’s, every inch concealing explosive power, completely different from the bulk gained from ordinary fitness, carrying a strong aesthetic beauty derived from the essence of life.

The sea breeze was gentle, and the sun was just right.

His eyes, beneath his sunglasses, narrowed slightly, appreciating the magnificent scenery of the sea and sky merging in the distance.

The House of Evolution matter had come to an end, Dr. Genus was being monitored by a clone, and Armored Gorilla and Mosquito Girl had been sent to the Monster Association in Z-City. There shouldn’t be any trouble in the short term.

So Hansen decisively took a vacation for himself.

Having risked his life for the Monster Association for so long, what was wrong with enjoying himself?

(Psychos: You’re full of sh*t…)

“Ding-dong—” The doorbell rang.

Hansen’s mind stirred, and a light blue “Psychokinesis” rolled out, automatically opening the presidential suite’s door.

A man, 1.85 meters tall, wearing a black tank top, with slightly dark skin but bulging muscles all over his body, walked in.

His face was stern, and three brutal scars on his left eye added a touch of fierceness. As he walked, there was an inherent oppressive feeling that made one’s heart palpitate.

It was the strongest man on the surface—

King.

Clearly, it wasn’t just Hansen who had been rapidly getting stronger over the past three months.

Saitama-style training, with remarkable results!

King’s current strong and burly physique was no less impressive than those bodybuilders.

However, the aura of “do not approach” and a hint of fatigue in his eyes made him look more like he had just survived some hell.

His unique “King Engine” had unexpectedly received an epic enhancement. Now, with just a slight concentration, the roar from the bottom of his heart was like a heavy drum beating, enough to make ordinary people dizzy and their eardrums ache!

“Yo, King, you’re here.” Hansen took off his sunglasses, smiled, and waved, greeting him.

“Hmm.” King squeezed out his signature majestic smile, nodding. He was already used to Hansen using psychic powers to open the door from a distance.

However, due to his natural deadpan expression, this smile looked slightly stiff, easily scaring three to five passing children.

King walked to the beach chair next to Hansen and lay down, his movements showing a hint of soreness from overtraining. He picked up a sports drink nearby, gulped down several mouthfuls, and let out a long breath, as if shedding a thousand-pound burden.

Seeing King’s struggle, Hansen asked knowingly, “How is it? Did you complete today’s workout?”

King put down his drink, his deep voice a bit tired: “There’s still the final 10-kilometer long-distance run, and today’s training will be almost over.”

As he spoke, his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

Seeing that he was tired but his breathing was still steady, Hansen raised an eyebrow and praised, “Not bad, it seems you’ve fully adapted to this training intensity. Remember to maintain it.”

King: “…”

He really wanted to say, “I don’t want to maintain it at all,” but he swallowed the words before they came out and instead asked his doubt: “Hansen-kun, I’ve wanted to ask you since a month ago.”

“The current training effect seems to be less and less obvious. My body seems to have gotten used to it. Do I really not need to increase the amount of exercise?”

“No need.”

Hansen’s hands crossed at lightning speed, forming an “X” in front of his shining pectoral muscles, indicating “no.”

This was the exact amount of exercise needed; any more…

And it wouldn’t be effective!