Han Sen looked at the Mass-produced Asura Hercules Beetle, which had died and been resurrected before him, with disdain.
This kind of dull-witted Dragon-level Monster was worth less in his mind than Demon-level subordinates like Armed Gorilla or Mosquito Girl.
They were either professional talents spanning different fields, or little experts who provided special emotional value for warming the bed.
Which one wasn't better than this mass-produced berserk Asura that had died once?
"Even as a thug, it's not very good. Even if they accumulate to a legion-level quantity, they can easily be mowed down and annihilated by powerful S-Class heroes like Flashy Flash and Bang."
"Then, let's test its final value."
Muttering to himself, Han Sen's will condensed, and he decisively severed and annihilated the invisible fine thread in his mind that represented mental control.
The moment the restraint disappeared, the obedience in the Mass-produced Asura's eyes was instantly replaced by primal savagery.
"Roar—!! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill… Ah ah ah ah!!!"
Its roar came to an abrupt halt.
Without Hyper Zetton's transformation, an iron fist wrapped in plasma lightning burst through the Mass-produced Asura's back, and its fierce, sturdy purple-green body, along with its stitched-up head that had just regained its ability to think, exploded with a bang!
It shattered into a sky full of blood rain, scattering everywhere!
There was no kill notification, no source point arrival information.
Although he had expected it, Han Sen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when the facts were laid bare.
When he obtained Reincarnated Phoenix Man's resurrection ability, he had thought about whether he could achieve a sustainable development effect of infinitely farming source points at zero cost through repeated resurrection and killing.
("Not a Human System": Are you trying to exploit a bug here?!)
After some attempts, it turned out he had indeed thought too much.
Obviously, the source points within the Monster's body had already been drained by the system the moment it first died. What sustained the immortal body's activity was a completely different kind of power, so there was naturally no possibility of secondary exploitation.
"Tsk… How stingy."
Returning to the control room, Han Sen had just approved of the Mass-produced Asura Hercules Beetle's performance when he was surrounded by the almost fanatical, reverent gazes of Doctor Genus and his Clones.
Han Sen: ???
You guys, are you so lustful for my body now that you don't even bother to hide it?
"Hmph—!"
Han Sen let out a cold snort like Tornado, which was like a basin of ice water poured over their heads, instantly clearing up the fanatical eyes of Doctor Genus and the Clones quite a bit.
Subsequently, Han Sen took the opportunity to propose some improvements, and Doctor Genus immediately agreed, stating that when the next batch of Mass-produced Asura officially went into production, they would optimize it as quickly as possible while ensuring output.
"Alright, Doctor, I am very satisfied with the current project progress."
Han Sen patted Doctor Genus's shoulder, and the latter's body instinctively stiffened: "I hope to see the scene described in the proposal next time we meet."
Doctor Genus took a deep breath, using all his strength to suppress the excitement and trembling in his heart, and calmly stated: "Please rest assured, Boss, House of Evolution…"
"Will never disappoint you!!"
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...
An hour later.
Han Sen left House of Evolution, content, with Doctor Genus and his Clones seeing him off in formation as usual.
A trip to House of Evolution's headquarters caused Han Sen's source points on the balance sheet to skyrocket, increasing by over 1.2 million!
Among them, the first batch of ten mature Mass-produced Asura Hercules Beetles contributed a huge sum of over 600,000.
On the other side, the House of Evolution version of "Monster Cell," which had been operating at full capacity, had accumulated to four thousand pieces during this period.
After Han Sen instantly refined them, the source points he gained were almost on par with the Mass-produced Asura project, another 600,000 received!
"Indeed… technology is the primary productive force!"
Seeing the dazzling string of numbers on the panel, Han Sen immediately felt that his initial decision couldn't have been wiser!
One must know that this was merely the beginning of House of Evolution's many projects, going from nothing to production.
The gap between this and the S-Class Rich Woman's concurrent donations was already visibly shrinking rapidly!
After a while, when Doctor Genus maximizes the existing production capacity, realizing the upgrade of "Evolution Cell" and the true mass production of the Mass-produced Asura army…
The current gap will only get smaller and smaller!
The change of the top spot is only a matter of time!
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Monster Association, the dimly lit underground palace.
"Lord Great Eyes…"
A muffled, deep voice echoed in the empty hall, filled with obsession and longing for power, "May I ask, how far am I from Dragon-level in terms of disaster level?"
"…Lord Great Eyes? Lord????"
On the floating sofa throne emanating a full of blue psychic glow, the enormous bloodshot single eye's pupil trembled almost imperceptibly, as if it had just awakened from some deep thought.
"Are you asking about your disaster level again? Rhino Wrestler…"
A familiar voice, both sinister and somewhat eerie, commonly known as Dio-like, spoke.
Rhino Wrestler, a Demon-level Monster with a "Crushed" tattoo on his chest, took a deep breath. In the small eyes on either side of his thick rhino horn, anticipation and anxiety intertwined: "Yes, Lord!"
"I want to know if my strength has achieved a leapfrog growth like before, after the recent non-stop hellish training!"
—Dragon-level? Heh, you're still far from it…
In the hidden underground chamber, Psykos frowned slightly, forcefully suppressing a hint of irritation.
Controlling the Dragon-level puppet body Great Eyes in the palace, she spoke faintly to the Demon-level minion with special talent before her: "You are too impatient, Rhino Wrestler."
"In the previous tests, your disaster level has stabilized at Demon-level, which makes you a considerably powerful combatant within the entire Monster Association."
"However, to go further, to touch the level where the 'Executives' are…"
Great Eyes's voice carried a hint of subtle temptation and guidance, at least for Rhino Wrestler, who had long since believed it implicitly.
"Your current efforts… are far from enough."
Compared to most Monsters whose forms are fixed upon birth, Rhino Wrestler possessed a rare talent for growth. The sweat formed by its perseverance and effort allowed it to stand out among low-level Monsters.
However.
After reaching the Demon-level Monster tier, its already not-so-astonishing talent had long since shown signs of exhaustion.
Psykos had long seen the end of this guy's potential, but he stubbornly believed he could go further.
After a moment of silence, Rhino Wrestler, who had somewhat anticipated the result, still clenched his thick, leathery fists unwillingly.
"I…"
Two thick plumes of white steam shot from his nostrils, his expression filled with disappointment and depression, and he spoke in a muffled voice.
"…I understand."
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