"Hey, are you sure about this? This world seems to be the one-punch man world. If we do this, won't we attract some S-class heroes…?"
The man in the hood sat on the rooftop, releasing multiple drones. He watched the footage on the monitor, continuously surveying the three-kilometer radius of the street.
As soon as any powerful hero appeared, he would quickly give a warning, and then the entire team would retreat.
The man, code-named Limor, was a Reincarnator specializing in sniping, also part time control and intelligence. His face was calm, but the team members' doubts kept echoing in his mind.
This annoyed him. Not all Reincarnators could find suitable team members in all aspects. Most Reincarnators only chose to band together because they were weak.
He was the same, so he could understand Asuka's garrulity. As the captain, he still tried his best to appease him.
"Don't worry, didn't we already find out? The Hero Association has already disbanded. Among those S-class heroes, only a few, like Superalloy Darkshine, are still active. And as top-tier figures, without enough appearance fees, we won't encounter those powerful guys."
"What's more, it's not us who are making a move, it's the monsters! The plot characters won't even discover us…"
"That's right, Asuka, you're just too timid. This mission world is so big, how could we be so unlucky? Just go ahead and boldly farm milestones."
The Reincarnator code-named Asuka was hiding in a nearby mall. He was quite lucky to draw the Cursed Spirit Manipulation innate technique from a dropped card.
This was the fundamental reason why he was still constantly appeased by his team members, even though he acted so timidly.
Asuka stood by the window, watching the faceless black Cursed Spirit begin to slaughter indiscriminately on the street. His killing species milestone rapidly updated, which made him feel a bit nauseous, but at the same time, a morbid pleasure began to emerge from a corner of his heart.
Furthermore, he realized that Limor and the others were right; this negative emotion would also increase his Cursed Energy.
Asuka's pale face gradually eased. He muttered to himself.
"That's right, these plot characters are just like NPCs. They are not considered our kind at all, and we Reincarnators are the true humans. The space's mission is to guide us to slaughter these NPCs to get rewards…"
I'm not wrong… This is how Reincarnators grow…
He continuously soothed his emotions, saving himself from the predicament called "morality."
Pfft!
A man with a terrified expression suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw a hole had appeared in his chest. Only then did he see a tall, completely black monster standing in front of him.
The man's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground, blood choking from his mouth and nose.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his son just coming out of the fast-food restaurant, holding a hamburger.
"Run… Junsuke, don't come over…"
He opened and closed his mouth, hoping his voice could be heard, but in his gradually blackening vision, the little boy wearing a sun hat saw his father's tragic state, dropped the hamburger and fries he had been longing for, and stumbled towards his father.
"No…"
Tears began to flow uncontrollably from the eyes of the man named Miyagi Shingo. He wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength, and his body began to tremble.
"Is there anyone who can save my child? God, heroes, anyone, please save Junsuke…"
Miyagi Shingo's vision completely blackened, but his hearing had not yet dissipated. Amidst the trembling of his body, he heard his son run to his side and start crying.
At this moment, immense despair enveloped him.
"Ah, Dad, Dad…"
"Who will save my dad!"
The little boy's hat had the word "HERO" on it, but watching his father lie in a pool of blood, he couldn't even utter a name.
Suddenly, a cold sensation appeared on his forehead. He was lifted by a powerful force, suspended in the air, his head making cracking sounds as it was squeezed by that immense force.
He kicked his legs wildly, but it was to no avail.
This scene was also seen by others around, but at this moment, more than a dozen bodies were already lying haphazardly on the ground. Some had their necks twisted, some had their bodies torn open, and the tragic sight made it impossible for anyone to approach.
"Hey, that's still a child! Who's going to save him!"
"Why don't you go? Who knows what's there!"
"It must be ghosts or monsters. Lately, those dirty things are getting more and more numerous…"
"Quick, call a hero! Did anyone call a hero?"
"You call if you want! Who's going to pay the money then? Will you pay?!"
People hiding far away in a mall on the other side of the street were chattering. Some people, unable to bear it, made calls, but most went unanswered. The hero agencies that promised to come did not say when they would arrive.
This world had unknowingly become like this. When monsters were rampant, those heroes who descended from the sky had disappeared at some point, leaving behind only "Pro Heroes" who usually boasted about themselves on various shows but never appeared when real danger struck…
"Save me… Dad…"
In his panic, Miyagi Junsuke finally cried out for help to the true hero in his heart.
The man on the ground, whose heart was shattered and blood almost drained, had completely fallen into darkness, but at this moment, a voice suddenly entered his mind, deep into his soul.
It was his child calling for help, because of his death, his son was in danger…
Stand up, stand up for me!
Miyagi Shingo roared, and suddenly, he stood up abruptly. Seeing the dark monster pinching his son's head, he was furious, leaped up, and used both hands to pry open the monster's fingers.
He found himself terrifyingly light, with no strength at all. Lowering his head, he saw his own corpse still lying on the ground.
This is…
Whoosh~
In the sky, the air let out a sharp whistling sound. Something was rapidly tearing through the air, approaching from a distance.
The people in the mall looked up and only saw a silver line streaking across the distant sky, followed by a black dot appearing in the sky.
The black dot rapidly grew larger, then suddenly slammed into the ground from the sky.
Boom!
The ground shook violently, sending shattered stones flying in all directions, causing a series of terrified screams. The mall's glass also shattered piece by piece, and the strong shockwave, carrying dust, impacted the surroundings, making everyone cover their eyes and cough incessantly.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, a tall figure stood in the shattered, massive crater. The newcomer was incredibly muscular, with a white cape fluttering behind him in the wind. As he stood up, his face appeared dazzling in the sunlight.
Even more striking was that this person held the little boy, who had just been struggling in mid-air, with one hand, while his other hand seemed to have pierced into something's body.
"What kind of evil person would kill a child in front of a father's bones and soul…?"
The man's voice was deep and firm, very magnetic, making people want to listen, and what he said was also very relatable.
Although everyone was afraid of the monster and chose to hide, unable to help, they all felt sympathy for the tragically deceased man and his son who was in danger.
Pfft!
The man withdrew his left hand, and purplish-black blood splattered into the air. Then, the pitch-black monster revealed its form in front of everyone.
"Ah, it really is a monster!"
"Is that a monster or a demon?"
"Who is that guy? Which agency is he from? Did anyone call?"
Amidst everyone's discussions, Bai Cangshu put the boy down. He looked at the man who was about to turn into a vengeful spirit, stretched out his hand, and simultaneously pressed both the boy's and the man's souls.
"Dad… Dad!"
The boy cried uncontrollably. He saw his father again. In the sunlight, the man's soul was faintly visible, standing in front of his crying son, also constantly wiping away tears.
Finally, the man's soul slowly disappeared after bowing to Bai Cangshu.
Bai Cangshu gently stroked the boy's head, then turned to look at the crowd of people who had emerged from various places, curiously observing him.
"Hey, big guy, who are you? Are you a newly debuted Pro Hero?!"
Bai Cangshu looked at everyone's eyes and knew his goal was about to be achieved.
He spread his arms and looked at his attire: a blue and white tight-fitting suit, a white cape. Time was short, and it was already difficult to find these two pieces of clothing that resembled hero costumes.
He revealed a righteous and awe-inspiring smile, and facing the people's phones, he spoke the lines he had painstakingly planned to say.
"I am not some Pro Hero, nor do I have a hero name."
"I am just an… Interest-Driven Hero."