Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 084

Character name suggestions:

– Deep Sea King

– Deep Sea Emissary

– Han Sen

– Mucus Octopus

– Sitch

– Mark

– Sweet Mask

– Deep Sea Hustler

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The great hall was dead silent. All the Sea Folk were utterly terrified by the overwhelming and horrifying scene that had just unfolded, not even daring to breathe.

Even the arrogant Deep Sea King was beaten to a pulp by this mysterious monster. What could they do?

They were desperate too!

Just as all the Sea Folk were about to kneel in submission, a muffled voice suddenly rang out from the back of the hall: “Impossible! The Sea Folk will never be slaves!”

Everyone turned to look, only to see a massive octopus Sea Folk swimming in from outside the shattered doorway.

The octopus monster raised several thick tentacles, letting out an angry roar: “I, Deep Sea Emissary, would rather die in battle than bow to a guy of unknown origin like you!”

No sooner had it spoken than a dozen other octopus-type Sea Folk swam to its side, assuming a battle stance.

“Right! The dignity of the Sea Folk cannot be trampled!”

“Avenge Deep Sea King!”

“Let’s go together and kill him!”

“…”

A dozen octopus-type Sea Folk roared in unison, their voices mighty, their waving tentacles churning the seawater.

Han Sen looked at the group of menacing octopuses, his eye twitching slightly.

“Sure enough… octopuses are just too disgusting!”

(Mucus Octopus: ??? So, love disappears, right?)

Boom—!!

Before he finished speaking, Han Sen’s figure flashed, instantly appearing before the group of octopus Sea Folk.

Fists whistled, one punch per octopus, a dozen octopus heads, each over ten meters in diameter, exploded one after another, like balloons burst by a high-pressure water gun, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah—!”

“Help—!”

“Ughhh!!!”

“I’m dead!!”

“…”

The remaining Sea Folk were scared out of their wits, retreating in fear, afraid that they would be next.

In just a few seconds, the mighty octopus army that had just been so imposing was reduced to a pile of shattered remains and minced meat.

Han Sen clapped his hands, then turned back to the other Sea Folk.

“Now, who else objects?”

Dead silence.

All the Sea Folk lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

In just a few seconds, the mighty octopus resistance army had become a pile of shattered remains and minced meat.

The fate of those octopuses was vivid in their minds. Who would dare to say a single word of objection now?

Just then, a very distinguished voice rang out:

“Great strong one, the Sea Folk are willing to offer you eternal loyalty!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a black-and-white orca monster swim out from the crowd of monsters, bowing deeply to Han Sen with a humble posture.

Han Sen looked at the orca monster and couldn’t help but chuckle.

According to the ability information displayed by the system, this goofy big guy was named Deep Sea Hustler. As expected of the husky of the sea, its thought process was unique, and its instinct for survival in critical moments was indeed sharp.

“Very good, you are very sensible.”

Han Sen nodded in satisfaction, casually pointing at the orca monster: “From now on, you are the second Deep Sea King!”

“Wh… What?!”

Deep Sea Hustler was stunned for a moment, then overwhelmed by immense ecstasy!

The other Sea Folk were filled with envy, jealousy, and regret, their guts turning green. They wished they had spoken first!

The orca monster never expected that in a situation that was supposed to be certain death, it would actually benefit from misfortune, rising to the top in one step and becoming the new king of the Sea Folk!

—This unknown adult Insectoid is truly my benefactor!

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A-City, Hero Association Headquarters.

In a luxurious conference room on the upper floor of the headquarters building, a high-level meeting was underway.

Around the massive circular conference table sat the high-ranking executives of the Hero Association.

A holographic projection was displayed in the center of the conference table, showing reports of several disaster events that had been swiftly resolved recently, as well as a blurry yet distinctly handsome figure—

Han Sen.

“Sitch-sama, and everyone.”

A young executive wearing glasses faced Sitch, the head of the Disaster Countermeasures Department, a blond middle-aged man with a square face and a large nose. He pointed at the data in the projection and introduced: “These are several Demon-level, and even suspected Dragon-level disaster events that occurred in M-City, J-City, and surrounding cities within the past month.”

“According to eyewitness descriptions and big data monitoring, besides the Association’s strongest on Earth, King-sama, the other person who resolved these disasters is not a registered hero of the Association.”

The projection screen switched, showing numerous video clips filmed by citizens.

Although the video quality varied, Han Sen’s overwhelming fighting style and the highly impactful monster corpses were clearly displayed before everyone.

“According to current intelligence, this person’s name is Han Sen, and his strength is extremely high, at least at the level of an S-Class hero.”

The young executive pushed up his glasses, his gaze particularly sharp behind the lenses: “I personally make a bold guess that King-sama’s mysterious friend, his strength… might even be above his!”

Upon hearing this, a faint gasp echoed in the conference room, and some executives instinctively frowned.

While King’s strength had always been a mystery, his title as the “strongest man on Earth” had never been questioned.

A person possibly stronger than King was undoubtedly a bombshell.

But more people shook their heads in disbelief.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

“It’s all just your speculation.”

“King’s achievements are evident to all. I doubt whether there exists a hero stronger than him among humans.”

“Indeed…!”

“That makes sense.”

“Me too!”

Voices of opposition quickly rose and soon became the mainstream.

The young executive opened his mouth, but clearly, his thoughts were irrelevant at this moment.

“Alright, everyone, Mark-kun is not questioning King’s strength, merely speculating on a possibility,” an executive in charge of hero resource allocation pondered, shifting the topic in another direction, saying: “There’s another issue at hand—”

“Since he’s King’s friend, why didn’t King introduce him earlier?”

“Exactly,” someone next to him agreed, “According to intelligence, this person’s conduct… seems overly casual, and he has no interest in becoming a hero.”

“This is precisely the main point we need to discuss today.”

Sitch, at the head of the table, tapped the table and said in a deep voice, “You all know King’s personality; he always carries out hero activities quietly, and even when he achieves astonishing feats, it’s through other channels that the news gets out. He himself is always very low-key.”

“As for Han Sen, whom we’ve been focusing on recently, his actions are undoubtedly aimed at protecting citizens and eliminating monsters.”

“I believe it’s necessary for us to specially recruit him, just as we did with King, and directly grant him S-Class hero status.”

“Special recruitment for an S-Class hero?” another executive raised an objection. “Minister Sitch, the appointment of an S-Class hero is of great importance. Every S-Class hero is a pillar of the Association, representing humanity’s highest combat power against monsters.”

“We know too little about Han Sen. Granting him S-Class status rashly might… cause dissatisfaction from our newly appointed hero advisor, Sweet Mask.”

A female executive added, with a hint of concern in her tone: “Sweet Mask has recently publicly stated that he will conduct a comprehensive review of the abilities and conduct of the Association’s existing S-Class heroes.”

“At this critical juncture, specially recruiting a new S-Class hero with an unknown background… it might be very difficult for Sweet Mask to approve.”

Sweet Mask’s style of conduct was known for its strictness and pursuit of perfection, especially having extremely high demands for the conduct and strength of S-Class heroes.

Everyone present knew this all too well, and the atmosphere in the conference room became somewhat tense for a while.