"Hmm… Actually, it doesn't have to be so radical."
Having grown accustomed to Bug God's rampant bloodlust as the representative of the martial faction among his subordinates, Great Eyes's eye twitched.
A voice enveloped by Psychokinesis came from all directions: "I've seen that little guy before. The potential he showed is quite valuable. Personally, I'd really like to see how far he can go."
As he spoke, a cloth bag with a tightened opening, enveloped by Psychokinesis, floated in front of Bug God.
"How about this, Bug God."
"You deliver this to him for me, and while you're at it, give your junior in the Insect race a good talking-to."
Great Eyes said calmly: "It doesn't matter if he wants to control more territory and power, but I still have use for those low-level Monsters, and they can't be killed off so easily."
"That's it. Pass on my exact words."
Bug God was silent for a moment, then took the cloth bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder, accepting the order and departing.
"Understood. I will do this."
He stepped out of the hall at a leisurely pace, his carapace rubbing together with a faint rustling sound.
"A potential junior favored by Great Eyes, huh… Heh heh, I hope this so-called junior can give me a little surprise."
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In the underground world, yet another Monster territory was on the verge of falling.
As Han Sen's sharp claws tightened, the head of the Tiger-level Monster he held in his hand burst open like a watermelon, and the red and white liquid sprayed everywhere declared the end of another Tiger-level Monster's reign under his strong intervention.
However, Han Sen wasn't here to liberate slaves.
As always, he killed most of the Monsters in this area, until his dark armor was stained with various colors of blood, and the remaining Monsters were collectively terrified.
[Killed 7 Tiger-level Monsters, gained 231 Origin Points!]
[Killed 437 Wolf-Level Monsters, gained 1183 Origin Points!]
After all, Psykos could be monitoring him from some dark corner at any time, so Han Sen still had to give her some face.
Didn't he at least leave… a small half?
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Unfortunately, the low-level Monsters were simply too weak.
Han Sen had been killing for several days, and he had disrupted much of the chaotic ecosystem deliberately created by the Monster Association in the lower levels.
However, the total Origin Points gained from killing Monsters barely exceeded the amount Great Eyes provided in a single feeding.
On the other hand, he found many "Monster Cells" in the lairs of numerous Tiger-level leaders, totaling several dozen. Naturally, he used his authority as the boss to collect them all.
After fighting so hard for such a small gain, Han Sen couldn't help but feel an urge to rush over and gnaw on Lord Poqi.
Those were all fresh, hot "Monster Cells"!
"Sharp Fang, according to the old rules, find a few Tiger-level leaders to incorporate the remaining Monsters."
Han Sen burned away the dirt on his sharp claws with a hot breath and casually instructed, "You take people to find the 'Monster Cells' they've hidden and send them back to me."
"Yes, Lord! I will definitely handle the matter you entrusted to me!"
Sharp Fang received the order and immediately began to gesticulate arrogantly, making arrangements.
Although any of the Tiger-level leaders present could instantly kill him, due to this guy's reliance on the Monster's power, none dared to disobey the command of this rat Monster.
Watching his subordinate Monsters busy themselves, Han Sen left the bloody battlefield, his gaze fixed forward.
According to the investigation results of the intelligence group formed by Sharp Fang, a Demon-level Monster of the Evil Ghost race was entrenched in the mine ahead, also the strongest entity in this area apart from Han Sen.
The Monsters of the Monster Association were diverse, but they could still be broadly classified according to certain rules.
For example, based on their abilities or origins, they could be divided into human mutation types, biological evolution types, psychic types, special life forms, obsession-possessed types, divine power-bestowed types, and so on.
And based on their form and race, they could also be divided into different types such as Insect race, Beast race, Sea People, Evil Ghost race, Demon race, Rock race, Plant Monster, Ugly Monster… and so on.
Some of these Monsters formed their own factions due to similar forms, while others fought independently.
The one residing in the mine ahead was a solitary Demon-level Monster named "Mountain Child" who controlled the power of earth veins and rocks.
Demon-level battles were not something low-level cannon fodder could participate in, but Han Sen still picked out a few newly subdued Tiger-level subordinates to bring along.
As the boss, he was mainly responsible for dealing with the enemy.
If the opponent had collected anything valuable, these Tiger-level porters would be needed.
Of course, if Mountain Child's Monster ability was indeed good, then Han Sen felt that his current ability slots still had plenty of room!
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The path to the mine was not hidden; in fact, it was somewhat overly spacious. The cave walls were covered with rough excavation marks, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rock dust.
Han Sen, accompanied by five Tiger-level subordinates he had casually chosen, advanced leisurely towards the target area.
These five Tiger-level Monsters were all survivors of the recent low-level wars. They had witnessed the gruesome sight of corpses strewn everywhere and deeply understood the new boss's terrifying strength and ruthless methods. After being incorporated, they dared not make the slightest move.
"Lord, according to the intelligence we gathered earlier, the Demon-level Monster 'Mountain Child's' lair should be up ahead."
A wild boar Monster with long fur and tusks reported cautiously, afraid his voice might be too loud and he might accidentally become the new boss's dinner.
At this moment, the group had just reached the vicinity of the cave entrance, and their footsteps involuntarily paused.
From the shadows ahead, a black creature with an extremely crude design wobbled out.
It had no neck; its head and body were almost fused, and its limbs were comically short.
A pale face topped its head, with crowded features and a lewd expression, like a grotesque clown from a low-quality play.
It was also holding a bone of some unknown creature, slowly picking its teeth.
If Han Sen had seen this appearance in a manga, he might have laughed out loud.
But here, in this world, he only felt a chill run up his spine.
His experience as a transmigrator told him an irrefutable truth—
The cruder the art style, the faster the kill!
Leaving aside other examples, the two strong characters with crude art styles—"Caped Baldy" and "Terrible Tornado"—were the best examples.
And the one before him, unassuming in appearance, even ugly and comical, but Han Sen almost instantly recognized its identity.
A Dragon-level executive of the Monster Association, possessing 54 trillion (trillion) individuals, known as a terrifying existence where each individual could easily defeat an A-class hero—
Black Sperm!
With the appearance of the Monster before him, Han Sen could basically conclude that the Demon-level Monster Mountain Child was probably already dead.
Perhaps the bone Black Sperm was using to pick his teeth was his.
Han Sen's thoughts raced, but his expression remained calm.
He knew that facing an opponent of this level, any hint of hostility could invite devastating blows.
"Oh? So many people."
Black Sperm finally finished picking his teeth, casually tossing the bone aside. His lewd little eyes swept over Han Sen and his group, his tone carrying a hint of casual curiosity.
"Tch, where did all these small fries come from?"
"Hey, what are you guys doing running around here?"
His questions were flat, without much of the oppressive feeling a Dragon-level Monster should have.
Han Sen's expression didn't change. He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke with just the right amount of respect: "Lord, I am Lord Poqi's exclusive chef. By order of Great Eyes, I am currently searching for some fresh ingredients for Lord Poqi."
"Oh? Poqi's chef?"
Black Sperm wrinkled his nose, took a few steps closer, and sniffed Han Sen carefully, his expression full of regret: "Tsk, there really is a bit of that stupid dog's smell…"
"What a pity, all this good protein."
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