Starting from one punch, I will not be a human being Chapter 036

King’s old face flushed, and he quickly changed the subject, saying, “Make yourself at home, Han Sen-kun.”

“There are drinks and cakes in the fridge, and snacks under the coffee table…”

Han Sen took off his shoes and placed them in the shoe cabinet, “Then I’ll make myself at home.”

The two walked into the living room. King went to the kitchen to get some fruit, only to see Han Sen looking around like he was back home, strolling around as if preparing for a long stay and familiarizing himself with the terrain.

King: “…”

Oh no, his comfortable single life might really be coming to an end!

However, the nervous feeling he had earlier, when he was coerced… no, when he voluntarily agreed, had dissipated quite a bit.

After all, although Han Sen was terrifyingly strong, he didn’t seem to bear any ill will.

Seeing Han Sen curiously pick up an unopened game disc, King proactively picked up the game controller from the sofa and suggested, “This is a new fighting game that just came out, and it has high ratings. Want to play a round?”

Han Sen became interested, took the game controller from King’s hand, and said, “Sure, but I haven’t touched this kind of game in a long time.”

King’s reply was also very polite, “It’s fine, we’re just playing for fun anyway.”

Then, Han Sen was utterly thrashed by King for an entire night.

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On the screen, the muscular male character controlled by Han Sen was KO’d for the 99th time by King’s petite magical girl, who was controlled with one hand, in a fluid and gorgeous combo.

What was even more outrageous was that King’s other hand was leisurely holding a cup of iced cola with a straw, taking sips from time to time, making a soft “slurp” sound.

Han Sen: “…”

A vein on his forehead twitched faintly.

(ꐦー`´ー)

“No, King, you… are you really that good at games?”

Han Sen put down the controller, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, experiencing the same suffocating feeling Saitama felt when facing King.

As a monster, his speed and precision were hundreds of times greater than an ordinary person’s, and his dynamic vision and nerve reflexes were monstrous.

But in front of King, who was holding a controller, he was as pathetic as an elementary school student who just learned to walk and wanted to participate in an Olympic sprint!

“It’s alright.”

King took another sip of cola and said nonchalantly, “It’s just that I used to have nothing to do, so I casually won a few offline fighting game tournaments. The trophies are all under the table, propping up the corners.”

Han Sen: “…”

Invisible bragging, most deadly!

He silently stood up, stretched his neck which was slightly stiff from maintaining one posture for a long time, and gave a sinister smile.

“Alright, I hope you can show this level of talent during tomorrow’s special training, King.”

“Pfft—! Cough, cough, cough…!”

A cloud-like dark shadow descended, and King, who had just taken a big gulp of cola, suddenly sprayed it out, choking and coughing repeatedly, his previous master’s demeanor completely gone.

No, Ah Sen, are you serious?!

“Wait… wait a minute, Han Sen-kun! I also have weaknesses!” King frantically waved his hands, trying to salvage the situation, “How about we play another round?”

“No,” Han Sen snorted, walking towards the guest bedroom without looking back, “Tomorrow morning at seven, the special training will start on time. Be one second late, and you’ll face the consequences.”

“Now I’m going to sleep.”

Slap—

The door was closed decisively, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.

King: “…”

(◐ o ◑)!

Looking at the closed door, King, who was already numb, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling his life was hopeless.

After half a day of interaction, he could basically confirm that Han Sen was indeed not a bad person, at least he had no ill will towards him, and his mood gradually relaxed.

Once he relaxed, he easily became complacent.

“With my physical fitness, I’d definitely die from training, right? Should I just run away in advance…ugh!”

Just as the urge to run away arose in King’s heart, his stomach, uncooperatively, let out a thunderous protest.

Grumble…

He then remembered that he had been too focused on playing games, and since returning home, he had barely eaten anything except for some snacks and drinks.

And he hadn’t eaten his fill at the ramen shop either; his physical stamina, as a useless human, was repeatedly hovering on the brink of zero.

“No, I can’t run away, I’ll starve to death…”

King’s face turned pale, and he weakly crawled up from the sofa, one hand clutching his stomach, the other supporting himself against the wall, staggering towards the kitchen, preparing to cook a bowl of instant noodles to save his life.

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Inside the guest room.

Han Sen didn’t rest immediately but stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling night view of M City.

King’s apartment was on a high floor, with an extremely wide view, almost encompassing the night scenery of more than half of M City.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, and traffic flowed like weaving threads. The city displayed a charm completely different from that of daytime.

“King, this mobile monster attractor, is useful, but relying on just me alone, the efficiency is still too slow,” he murmured softly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. “It’s time… come out, my tools!”

With a thought, “Trillion-level Split” quietly activated!

Chirp, chirp, chirp—

Accompanied by a subtle, almost imperceptible sound of cell tissue stretching and reorganizing, ten figures identical to Han Sen’s main body peeled off and expanded like shadows from behind him, squeezing out and appearing in the spacious room.

These clones had vibrant eyes and varied postures. As soon as they appeared, they began to move around, clearly possessing independent consciousness and thinking abilities.

As Han Sen’s strength increased, the cell reserves in his body were no longer what they used to be, and the strength of his clones naturally rose accordingly.

Some were exaggeratedly stretching their limbs, making cracking sounds like popping beans, looking completely satisfied.

Others had their arms crossed, leaning coolly against the wall, scrutinizing the main body.

Another clone looked like a curious baby, poking the floor-to-ceiling window glass with a finger, then touching the soft bed.

“Oh wow? Version updated? The physical quality is pretty good this time!”

A clone moved his wrist, feeling the strength in his body, which was noticeably stronger than the last time he split, and exclaimed in surprise, “It feels much stronger than those defective products that split out last time!”

“This guy, the main body, finally understands the principle of getting what you pay for.”

“Hmph, finally willing to let us out for some fresh air!”

Another clone, leaning against the wall with a slightly cold demeanor, crossed his arms over his chest, his tone full of dissatisfaction, “Being cooped up every day, my bones are almost rusty. If I don’t get out, I’ll want to rebel!”

“Boss, who are we going to deal with this time? We’ll go through fire and water, no matter what! We promise to scatter their ashes!!” Another clone had a fanatical look on his face, clenching his fists until they cracked, looking as if he wished for nothing but chaos.

Han Sen’s main body rubbed his temples, feeling a headache, looking at the room full of rebellious individuals with different personalities but the same essence, his tone helpless.

“…You guys, is it fun to just talk to yourselves as soon as you come out?”