King's face flushed, and he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Make yourself at home, Han Sen-jun."
"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, exploring as if preparing for a long stay and getting familiar with the layout.
King: "..."
Oh no, his comfortable solitary life really seemed to be coming to an end!
However, the nervous feeling he had before, when he was coerced... no, voluntarily, had now dissipated considerably.
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 newly released fighting game, highly rated. 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 dominated by King for an entire night.
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...
On the screen, the muscular male character controlled by Han Sen was instantly KO'd by a petite magical girl, controlled by a single hand, with a fluid and dazzling combo.
What was even more outrageous was that King's other hand was leisurely holding a glass of iced cola with a straw, occasionally taking a sip and making a soft "slurp" sound.
Han Sen: "..."
A vein on his forehead throbbed faintly.
(ꐦ ー ´ ´ ー )
"No, King, you... are you this good at gaming?"
Han Sen put down the controller, his lips twitching uncontrollably, experiencing the same frustration Saitama felt when facing King.
As a Monster, his speed and precision were hundreds of times beyond ordinary people, and his dynamic vision and nerve reflexes were monstrous.
But in front of King, who held the controller, he was as clumsy as an elementary school student who had just learned to walk and wanted to participate in an Olympic sprint!
"It's alright."
King took another sip of cola and said nonchalantly, "I just won a few offline fighting game championships when I had nothing to do. The trophies are all under the table, propping up the legs."
Han Sen: "..."
Invisible showing off is the most lethal!
He quietly stood up, stretched his neck, which was slightly stiff from maintaining one posture for a long time, and gave a charming, evil smile.
"Alright, I hope tomorrow during special training, King, you can also display this level of talent."
"Pfft—! Cough, cough, cough...!"
A cloud-like dark shadow loomed over him. King suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of cola he had just drunk, choking and coughing repeatedly, his previous master's demeanor completely gone.
No, Han Sen, you're serious!?
"Wait... wait a minute, Han Sen-jun! Actually, I have weaknesses too!" King frantically waved his hand, trying to salvage the situation, "How about we play another round?"
"No," Han Sen snorted, walking towards the guest bedroom without looking back, "Special training starts promptly at 7 AM tomorrow. Be one second late, and you'll face the consequences."
"Now, I'm going to sleep."
Slam—
The door closed cleanly and sharply, bringing with it a cold gust of 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 this half-day of interaction, he had basically confirmed that Han Sen was indeed not a bad person, at least he bore him no ill will, and his mood had gradually relaxed.
When he relaxed, he tended to get carried away.
"With my physique, training would definitely kill me, right? Should I just run away beforehand... Ugh!"
Just as the impulse to run away arose in King's heart, his stomach, uncooperatively, let out a earth-shattering rumble of protest.
Grrr...
Only then did he remember that he had been too focused on playing games. From the moment he got home until now, he had barely eaten anything except a few snacks and drinks.
And he hadn't been full at the ramen shop either; his energy bar, as a useless human, was repeatedly hovering on the brink of zero.
"No, I still shouldn't run away, I'll starve to death..."
King's face paled, and he weakly crawled off 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 sustain himself.
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...
Inside the guest room.
Han Sen did not 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, offering an extremely wide view, almost allowing him to take in most of M City's nightscape.
Outside the window, neon lights flickered and traffic flowed like weaving threads. The city displayed a completely different charm at night compared to the daytime.
"Although King, this mobile Monster attractor, is useful, relying only on myself, 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, Megaton Split quietly activated!
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
Accompanied by a barely perceptible sound of cell tissue stretching and reorganizing, ten figures identical to Han Sen's main body peeled and expanded like shadows from behind him, squeezing out and appearing in the spacious room.
These clones had lively eyes and varied postures. As soon as they appeared, they began to move, 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 utterly comfortable.
Others stood with their arms crossed, coolly leaning against the wall, scrutinizing the main body.
Another clone, looking like a curious baby, poked the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window with his finger, then touched the soft bed.
"Oh, wow? Version updated? This time the physical quality is pretty good!"
One clone flexed his wrists, feeling the power within him, which was significantly stronger than during the previous split, and exclaimed in surprise, "It feels much stronger than those defective products from the last split!"
"This guy, the main body, finally understands the principle of 'you get what you pay for'."
"Hmph, finally willing to let us out for some fresh air!"
Another clone, leaning against the wall with a slightly colder demeanor, crossed his arms over his chest and said with great 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 after this time? Your humble servants will go through fire and water, no matter what! We guarantee to scatter their ashes!" Another clone, with a fanatical expression, clenched his fists, making cracking sounds, looking as if he wished for chaos.
Han Sen's main body rubbed his temples, feeling a headache, as he looked at a room full of rebellious individuals with different personalities but the same essence, his tone helpless.
"...You guys, is it interesting to talk to yourselves as soon as you come out?"