"He's actually this strong?"
S-Class Heroes do not often appear in the public eye. Their abilities are also unknown. Especially the newly emerged Akira, who had never shown his face, let alone his abilities. But compared to the first time for ordinary people, the people of the Hero Association were even more shocked.
"He was holding back. Although he arrived a bit late, his strength will undoubtedly become another trump card for the Hero Association—on par with Tatsumaki."
Pacing back and forth a couple of steps, the director pressed the communication button. "Arrest those who committed crimes just now. This group of people must pay for their actions."
With the crisis resolved, TV programs resumed normal broadcasting. Everyone relaxed and returned to their homes. The name Akira instantly resounded across the nation.
However, those truly grateful to Akira were few and far between. In fact, many people slandered him.
Beneath the ruins of a city, the monsters also saw Akira's performance today.
"How disappointing. If that meteorite had truly fallen, it would have brought catastrophe to the surface. Our date to invade the surface would have been greatly advanced. As a result, this new S-Class Hero actually prevented all of it."
Elder Centipede expressed some regret, then turned to look at the Monster Association executives standing before him.
"This person is very strong—stronger than a monster. We need to continue training. Go and receive monster cells; they will make your power increase even faster. Also, go to the surface and bring down those who committed crimes during the chaos; they will become nourishment for Monster King Orochi, or become one of you. Pochi, don't make too much noise recently."
Elder Centipede's obese body sat on the chair, not speaking; his words appeared directly in the minds of the monster executives.
Black Sperm sneered. "Monster cells? That's for weaklings to eat. I'm so strong, I don't need them at all."
Evil Natural Water twisted his grotesque features. "I agree. How about you, Emperor of the Universe, go try it?"
The ball of light next to Emperor of the Universe flickered, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Gouketsu and Bakuzan watched from the side, eager for them to start fighting here.
Nyan Nyan sighed inwardly. These guys are crazy. I feel like I'll definitely get infected if I stay with them for too long.
"Shut up!"
Elder Centipede controlled everyone. "We are currently planning how to deal with the newly appeared Rank Six. You're not here to argue. If you argue again, I'll send you to Monster King Orochi."
Hearing Monster King Orochi, there was silence below. Elder Centipede was very speechless. How could I discuss such a problem with this group of idiots?
"Forget it. You all go train and further improve your strength."
The monsters dispersed, each with their own ulterior motives.
Elder Centipede controlled his eyeball, flying toward the surface again.
Two hundred meters beneath the room where Elder Centipede was located, Psykos waved her hand, and the red wine glass next to her flew into her hand. She was Elder Centipede's true form—a beautiful, curvaceous woman wearing glasses. Her attire, like her name, was elusive and suggestive. Her fiery red lips sipped the red wine.
There was some anxiety in her eyes.
The Hero Association's hero data had been mostly acquired. Yet, an unknown variable had suddenly appeared.
But it doesn't matter. I'll take this opportunity to thoroughly brainwash Monster King Orochi again, making him my power amplifier. By then, no one will be able to stop my plan.
Thinking this, Psykos raised her red wine and drank it all, then let her body naturally sink into the sofa and closed her eyes.
The bathroom battle lasted for over an hour. Akira then carried Busujima Saeko into bed.
While Busujima Saeko slept, Akira took out his phone.
[Name: Akira]
[Age: 18]
[Occupation: Butter Player]
[Strength: 118.8]
[Agility: 115.3]
[Endurance: 119.2]
[Spirit: 154.8]
[Skills: Martial Arts Mastery (Perfect), Precise Throwing (Perfect), Mastery of Swordsmanship (Perfect), God's Hand, Two-Pronged Approach, Bewitch Heart (Trophy), Existence Weakening, Abdicate the Throne (Trophy), Wall Hugger (Trophy), Art Space (Active), Under Great Pressure, Beast Tamer (Trophy), Cognitive Distortion (Active).]
Last time, when I used the blade draw to cleave a mountain, my average was only a little over fifty. Now it has reached over 110, and my combat ability has significantly improved. Dragon-level peak? Almost. There's still some distance to go to reach God-level.
According to another conversion system in Mr. Akira's influence, Mr. Akira's current speed, sword qi, and psychic power could destroy a city in an instant—but destroying an entire country was a bit difficult, let alone blowing up a continent.
The revolution has not yet succeeded; I still need to work hard.
Thinking this, Mr. Akira turned and kissed Busujima Saeko on the forehead, then got up and returned to his room.
As soon as the time came, Mr. Akira immediately chose the Multi-Anime Dragon Maid World. This time, as soon as he opened his eyes, everything went dark. Then, a faint scent drifted into his nostrils—and something like pudding.
"Mr. Akira, you're finally here."
"Mmm~! This feeling isn't bad, but my target this time isn't you."
Mr. Akira's voice was muffled.
"How heartless!"
Lucoa's soft voice was full of resentment. "I went to find you as soon as I found out you were coming. I didn't even care about drinking."
Mr. Akira looked up into Lucoa's eyes. "Then you should thank me. Because if you kept drinking, you would have drunk that cursed wine and then had some indescribable things happen with your sister. Then this matter would spread, and you would be expelled from godhood—living a miserable dragon life."
"Eh~!"
Lucoa adjusted her flight height, trying to bury Mr. Akira again. "Then Mr. Akira, I must repay you well."
Mr. Akira pulled Lucoa down. "Why aren't you taking off the mark this time?"
Lucoa suddenly hung on Mr. Akira's body. "I'm also very curious. Maybe it's because you've become more powerful? Mr. Akira's growth rate is truly astonishing."
Mr. Akira was using Existence Weakening, and Lucoa also used related magic, so no one on the tram noticed the two of them at all. Mr. Akira scanned around twice, then lifted his foot and walked forward. Lucoa always coordinated her steps, effectively bumping into Mr. Akira, and she also rubbed against him—making Mr. Akira instantly Under Great Pressure.
"It looks like if I don't deal with you first, you plan to follow me all the way like this."
"It's been decades since the last time."
"Decades ago?"
"Yes—twenty-five years ago."
"Ah?"
Mr. Akira didn't expect the time span to be so great.
"What's so surprising? It's just a few sleeps. But after twenty-five years, Mr. Akira is still so handsome."
As he spoke, Mr. Akira had already spotted his target. Lucoa followed Mr. Akira's gaze and saw a black-haired, straight-haired schoolgirl standing gracefully in the corner.
"Wow—a JK girl~!"
Lucoa jumped down from Mr. Akira's body and approached the black-haired, straight-haired girl. She looked here and touched there, but the girl seemed not to notice, carrying her satchel and looking at the magazine in her hand.
Seeing Lucoa about to lift the girl's skirt, Mr. Akira stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "That's a place I haven't even touched yet."
"Oh my, Mr. Akira, I know I was wrong. I was just curious how an ordinary person like her could have such a phenomenon. She's clearly standing here, but others can't see her."
Hearing this, Mr. Akira instantly understood. It turned out that Sakurajima Mai here was still experiencing strange incidents similar to Adolescence Syndrome due to various problems. However, because of the existence of dragon maids in this world, there was an element of magic. So whether this was Adolescence Syndrome or not remained to be seen.
But Mr. Akira knew now—even if he acted now, no one around would know.
"Oh~! Is Mr. Akira planning to deal with her the way you dealt with me last time?"
Lucoa whispered into Mr. Akira's ear. "I can help cast a barrier."
"What's your purpose?"
Hearing this, Lucoa's eyes lit up. "Let me join too."
"That's it?"
"Then join every time from now on."
"Okay. But only with my permission, and you must follow my arrangements."
"Received!"
Having a god cover for him every time was something Mr. Akira eagerly desired, but to increase the capture progress, it mainly depended on his own operations.
"You can set up the barrier now."
At Mr. Akira's command, Lucoa immediately chanted a spell. In an instant, a barrier that he could clearly perceive appeared around the three of them.
Is this the ability to break through 150 mental points? To actually be able to sense magic?
This discovery made Mr. Akira very happy. He wondered if being able to sense it meant he could also learn it.
"Ah, Mr. Akira, you want to learn magic? But Mr. Akira's power seems to be a completely different system from ours. Try it."
Hearing Mr. Akira say this, Lucoa immediately taught him how to chant. But after a few minutes, Mr. Akira could recite the chant like a jingle, yet there was no fluctuation around him.
"How strange. I just tried to imbue Mr. Akira with magic using my power, but it didn't work either."
Mr. Akira was a little speechless. He thought that either he was a transmigrator and didn't have the magic power setting, or he already had the Eroge system and couldn't acquire magic outside of that system.
"Alright, then there's nothing that can be done."
"Actually, Mr. Akira, you don't need to be discouraged. Your power can even affect me, so it must be a very high-level existence."
Mr. Akira thought about it carefully and felt that it made a lot of sense. Perhaps because the power of Eroge was advanced enough, it couldn't be compatible with these so-called magics.
The two chatted next to Sakurajima Mai, but Sakurajima Mai didn't notice anything. She just stared blankly at her magazine.
Her parents had been fighting fiercely about their divorce recently, arguing every time they met. Their arguments gave her and her sister headaches. Of course, her relationship with that sister wasn't very deep. After all, the daughter from outside had been raised so big, and her mother even brought her older sister and dumped her at her own home, then disappeared.
At first, Sakurajima Mai was a little angry. But later, she thought that it wasn't Tobihama Waka's fault—she was a victim just like herself, perhaps even more lost and helpless. So she accepted this half-sister.
From not wanting to go home to wishing to disappear, this shift in thought took only a short week. When, a month later, she really gained the ability to make herself disappear—which worked on and off—Sakurajima Mai felt that her life had finally returned to normal.
Their arguments weren't because they cared about their daughter's feelings, but because they only cared about themselves. Since that was the case, disappearing was fine.
She listened to the music in her headphones, leisurely flipping through the magazine. Although she had no particular goal, on the tram, she felt as if she was embarking on a journey, going far away. Anyway, no one could see her, so she could stay as long as she wanted.
Just then, a figure suddenly stopped in front of her.
A hand passed through the magazine, directly lifting her chin. Then, a handsome young man appeared in her sight.
Eh~! What's going on? How could he see her?
As soon as this thought emerged, she had already lost her first kiss.
"You—what are you doing?"
Sakurajima Mai was stunned, her eyes wide. She had never imagined such a thing would happen and instinctively turned to look at the other passengers. The commotion just now wasn't small, yet not a single passenger looked over curiously. Instead, a tall woman with horns on her head smiled and winked at her.
An unknown fear instantly swept through her heart. Her rich imagination connected the ability she possessed with the two people in front of her, making her realize that something bad was definitely going to happen soon.
"Help… help me~! Save me!"
"Mmm…"
Mr. Akira licked his lips; there was a faint orange flavor. "Now, no one can see you, hear you, or remember you. In your current state, who can save you and help you escape?"
As he spoke, Akira had already used his telekinesis, and in an instant, Sakurajima Mai's clothes were torn to shreds.
Her eyes were filled with terror. "You—how did you know?"
Akira sneered, grabbing Sakurajima Mai's neck and pulling her closer. "Of course, I could tell."
With a thought from Akira, the straps of her inner garment snapped amidst Sakurajima Mai's extreme panic. The inner garment lost its restraint and hung limply.
Very large. Very white.
But this figure, compared to mine, is far inferior.
Lucoa puffed out her chest, her smile becoming more confident. It was a pity she didn't have a mark on her head—otherwise, she wouldn't have to just stand by and watch. Recently, Lucoa had been cramming a lot of relevant knowledge, realizing that her current body was already at the ceiling level among humans. But for some reason, Akira just preferred those with labels.
God's Hand and Bystander made Sakurajima Mai's experience double. Even if she was extremely unwilling, her body reacted very directly.
"Who exactly are you people? Let me go."
She struggled hard, but in the face of absolute power, her resistance only made him more excited.
"Since you have gained power, you must pay a price. And your price is…"
Akira didn't finish his sentence, directly picking up Sakurajima Mai. Her height exceeded Akira's—Abdicate the Throne was instantly triggered.
Sakurajima Mai had tried to attack, but she seemed to be bound by invisible ropes, completely unable to control herself.
"No!"
"This is a fair trade."
Looking at the elegant smile on Akira's face, Sakurajima Mai felt deeply powerless. She had thought that with this power, everything would turn for the better. But she never expected that the day to pay the price would come so quickly.
"No—I don't want this power anymore. Never again."
Sakurajima Mai chose to beg for mercy.
But Akira's response to her was the continuous activation of his abilities.
Two hours later, Sakurajima Mai suddenly sat up from her bed at home. She quickly checked her attire. In front of the mirror, she further searched for evidence that she was merely dreaming.
Her clothes were clean, and there were no marks on her body.
"Thank goodness! It was all a dream. Just a very vivid dream, that's all."
And just as she leaned on the edge of the sink, secretly feeling relieved…
A familiar face appeared behind her.
Backstabber activated.
Human Cannon activated.
Lucoa, standing nearby, couldn't quite bear it and spoke up. "What about me? Mr. Akira, you promised you'd include me."