Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 080

The (Mysterious Being) died, and the system prompt in Han Sen’s mind sounded as expected.

The ice-attribute ability he had just been muttering about appeared right on cue, which was a pleasant surprise.

From now on, whether he wanted to drink iced cola or make seafood sashimi for Pochy, he wouldn’t have to worry about not having ice cubes.

“We’re… we’re saved!”

The members of the Blizzard Group collapsed to the ground as if their bones had fallen apart, gasping for air after their narrow escape.

The despair they had faced earlier in the ice and snow still made them tremble with fear when they thought about it.

Fubuki herself was weak and exhausted, fine beads of fragrant sweat seeping from her delicate forehead. Even her psychokinesis, which maintained her flight, became unstable, forcing her to slowly descend to the ground.

She barely managed to support herself, her gaze fixed on Han Sen, filled with disbelief, shock, and a hint of inquiry.

—Just who is this man…?!

—Not only is his strength unfathomable, but… he’s so handsome.

As the last thought emerged, a faint blush involuntarily appeared on her refined face, which usually carried an air of cool, elegant maturity.

As the younger sister of a super sis-con, Fubuki wasn’t restricted from associating with the opposite sex.

However, just honing her superpowers and chasing her sister’s shadow consumed a vast amount of her energy. As she grew older, her desire to surpass her sister and become the top abnormal was so intense that she simply had no time to respond to the pursuits of the opposite sex or to engage in relationships.

However, Fubuki rarely met a man who could make her eyes light up. At this moment, she couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

Behind her, the members of the Blizzard Group, including Lily of the Nunchaku, whose pretty face was still somewhat pale after recovering, all involuntarily showed a hint of reverence for a strong individual when they looked at Han Sen.

“Eyelashes” and “Mountain Ape” supported each other, barely standing up. They struggled to walk up to Han Sen.

Eyelashes, who ranked higher, cleared his throat, trying to maintain the steady demeanor of a veteran hero. However, his eyes held a hint of wariness and fawning that he himself hadn’t noticed: “Ahem, this… friend.”

“This Mysterious Being was first discovered by our Blizzard Group, and it expended a lot of its stamina… well, even if there’s no credit, there’s hard work involved.”

“Since you were the one who ultimately defeated the Mysterious Being, you’re welcome to participate in the upcoming interviews and exposure activities with us. However, regarding the hero points… you see, perhaps we could split them with our Blizzard Group…”

Mountain Ape nodded silently beside him. Negotiations were usually left to the eloquent Eyelashes; he just needed to provide moral support to his comrade.

However, he also knew that the person in front of them was truly powerful. This negotiation might not go smoothly, but getting even a little bit of the spoils would still be good.

“Wait a minute…”

Han Sen waved his hand, interrupting Eyelashes’ incessant chatter with a half-smile: “There’s no need for points; I’m not interested in those. Moreover…”

He paused, then added: “I’m not a hero.”

“Ah…?” x 2

Mountain Ape and Eyelashes, who had a belly full of prepared words, suddenly found them stuck in their throats. They exchanged bewildered glances, their faces full of surprise.

“Not a hero?” x 3

Hellish Blizzard, who had been secretly observing, instantly brightened. Her heart was exceptionally excited.

She was already deeply impressed by Han Sen’s formidable strength and handsome appearance. Now, hearing that he wasn’t a professional hero affiliated with the Hero Association, her heart burned even hotter.

A powerful independent strong person—if she could persuade him to join the Hero Association, and then her Blizzard Group…

She suppressed the fatigue from overusing her superpowers, discreetly tidied her slightly disheveled dark green hip-hugging skirt, and walked a few steps towards Han Sen, elegantly extending her hand: “Sir, I am the chief of B-Class Heroes, ‘Hellish Blizzard,’ and the leader of the Blizzard Group.”

“May I ask your esteemed name? Are you interested in… joining our Blizzard Group?”

Alright, following “Sweet Mask,” the A-Class Rank 1, now the B-Class Rank 1 has also arrived.

—Oh dear… Do I really have to become a hero?

“My name is Han Sen.”

Han Sen glanced at the exquisite black-stockinged mature woman in front of him. Out of politeness, he gently shook her slender, fair hand, then released it.

“As for becoming a hero, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested for now.”

“Ah, is that so…”

Hearing Han Sen’s reply, Fubuki’s pretty face froze, and she couldn’t help but look a bit lost.

—He… he actually just refused…!

“Fubuki—!”

Just then, a cold and crisp, yet somewhat domineering and somewhat petulant female voice, descended from the sky like an icicle in winter.

“Have you played enough…?! Then hurry home!”

Simple words, yet they struck the members of the Blizzard Group present like a bolt of lightning!

The air seemed to solidify instantly, and even the light dimmed a bit!

A terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of the Mysterious Being, descended with a roar, like a collapsing mountain!

Everyone looked up in terror, only to see a petite girl, dressed in a black long dress with a high slit, her emerald green curly hair fluttering without wind like seaweed, slowly descending from the sky.

On her exquisitely small face, a pair of emerald green eyes coldly scanned below, carrying a coldness and authority utterly unsuited to her age and physique.

The absolute ace of the Hero Association, S-Class Hero Rank 2—

“Tatsumaki the Tornado”!

“Sis, Sister…!”

The moment she saw Tatsumaki, Fubuki’s confidence instantly crumbled. Her cool and proud expression immediately turned into the aggrieved and unwilling look of a primary school student seeing their dean.

Tatsumaki didn’t even glance at the other members of the Blizzard Group, who were silent as cicadas, as if they were just an unimportant backdrop.

Only when her gaze swept over Han Sen did her cold green eyes slightly narrow, lingering for a full two seconds.

“Hmm?”

Tatsumaki gave a soft exclamation in her heart. This man… seemed a little different from the others.

But, so what?

“Hmph…”

Then, she scoffed disdainfully, dismissing Han Sen as an unknown nobody mingling among B-Class heroes, and no longer paid him any attention.

An incomparably powerful psychokinesis forcefully enveloped Hellish Blizzard. Their figures flashed, streaking across the sky like meteors, leaving only a lingering command in their wake—

“Next time I see you mixing with these useless people, I’ll break your legs!”

Fubuki: “…”

Tatsumaki swept Fubuki away like a storm, and the suffocating pressure dissipated with them. The air seemed to become fresh again.

On the commercial street, the members of the Blizzard Group, who had survived the ordeal, finally let out a huge sigh of relief. Their faces were pale, and they were covered in cold sweat, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

They helped each other up clumsily, their faces still showing signs of shock.

“J-just now… was that really S-Class Tatsumaki the Tornado?”

A young group member’s voice trembled, his legs still shaking uncontrollably.

“Nonsense! Besides Tatsumaki-sama, who else has such terrifying psychokinesis!”

Eyelashes beside him retorted irritably, but the next second, he shakily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, clearly also quite frightened.

“Sigh, no matter how many times, Fubuki-sama is like a docile kitten in front of her… Ahem, pretend I didn’t say that.”

“Fubuki-sama’s strength seems to have some discernible patterns, but Tatsumaki-san’s strength… is simply on a different dimension from ours.”

“You can say that again…!”