"Boom—!!!"
With one punch, Natsuhi sent the enemy in front of her flying; she looked at her thick, muscular arms with satisfaction, nodding incessantly, smiling with a face full of radiance.
She... was dreaming now, and it was a wonderful dream; in the dream, he possessed her ideal body type.
Having regained his male form, his face looked intimidating even without anger.
Height: 234 cm;
Weight: 200 kg;
His arms were as thick as cannon barrels, and his whole body was covered in sculpted muscles.
This was the ultimate power he had dreamed of!
Everything other than strength, everything besides power, was impure!
Technique, tactics, weapons—these were things only the weak used, representing their need for these external objects to compensate for their lack of strength.
They were crystals full of impurities and uncleanness!
Only the weak needed to dodge or block; a true powerhouse would take all of the opponent's attacks head-on, then leave them defeated in despair.
"Pfft!"
Lowering his eyes to look at the dagger stabbing into his abdomen, the sharp blade failed to pierce his abdominal muscles; it was as if a steel plate had kept the blade at bay.
"It won't even pull out!"
The dagger inflicted no damage on him; stunned, the man looked up at the tall man in front of him, feeling as though a monster stood before him.
"You guy, you don't even have a decent attack; how boring."
Saying this, the towering Natsuhi grabbed the man by the collar with one hand and lifted him up.
"Eh? No!"
Amidst the man's terrified and desperate screams, he was thrown directly away.
"Damn it! All of you, attack together and avenge our brothers!"
"Yes!!"
As the leader's voice fell, the crowd of men in black before him charged at Natsuhi like madmen, all wielding weapons.
Maces, pickaxe handles, baseball bats, steel pipes, broken beer bottles.
However, facing the menacing sea of people, Natsuhi wasn't afraid in the slightest; he calmly shielded his chest with his arms, exerted force from his feet, and charged head-on.
How should I describe this brutal scene?
It felt exactly like a group of ordinary people rushing to a cafeteria being sent flying by a heavy armored vehicle.
Screams of pain echoed continuously from the crowd; they were actually turned upside down by Natsuhi alone!
Boxing, Muay Thai, grappling, joint locks—none of it worked; the group of thugs was routed by Natsuhi!
"This, this is impossible, is the guy in front of us a monster?!"
Watching Natsuhi swimming through the crowd of a hundred or so people, the leader was completely terrified; he looked at Natsuhi as if looking at an alien, trembling all over, and turned to run!
Time to run!
"Hmph, want to escape?! Kick the car!"
Natsuhi kicked the small car in front of him, directly blocking the leader's escape route.
"You, don't come over here!"
The leader collapsed powerlessly to the ground, looking in terror at Natsuhi's swaying, grinning figure approaching, his pleas for mercy already choked with sobs; if anything, he looked a bit pathetic.
"Isn't it a bit too late to think about begging for mercy now?"
Natsuhi gave a sinister smile, grabbed the leader's head with his massive hand, and lifted him into the air; no matter how he struggled, it was useless, which only made Natsuhi laugh even happier and more wantonly!
"Ahahahahahahahaha!!!! I am the strongest man in this world! Without the purple egg, I am invincible!"
Sigh, Natsuhi was completely immersed in her dream, unable to extricate herself.
"Ahahahahaha!!!"
The hearty laughter echoed continuously through the world; the super emperor who swept away all enemies had descended upon the world!
"This is the feeling, so satisfying!!!"
"What are you howling like a ghost for in the middle of the night? What time is it? Are you going to let people sleep or not?!"
"Ah, I'm sorry..."
It was fine that she had disturbed others' sleep; after all, Natsuhi was still a law-abiding citizen, she had just been too excited about gaining power and hadn't controlled herself...
"Wait, why does this feel so soft?"
Natsuhi carefully squeezed the head she was holding again; she didn't feel the hardness of a skull, but rather something like a freshly kneaded piece of dough—soft and slightly resilient, slowly bouncing back when pressed by her fingers.
"Eh? What's going on? Could it be that my strength is too great?"
She didn't expect her strength to be so great that it could change the texture of a skull; how strange.
Natsuhi frowned, and unconsciously applied a bit more force.
"Mmm~ ah~"
A painful moan came from the man's mouth, but it sounded inexplicably ambiguous.
"Why is this guy's head pointy on top?"
She couldn't help but pinch the top of his head, and the man's moans grew louder...
Suddenly, an anesthetic needle was shot into Natsuhi, causing him to collapse to the ground; this wild beast had been completely subdued.
In reality, Natsuhi was lying on her bed, giggling incessantly, looking very happy...
"Ehehe~"
Drool was even flowing out!