At the Hero Association, the person in charge looked at the ruined abandoned city area and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are the casualties from this disaster?"
"Boss, only one person was injured in this disaster—S-Class Hero, Demon Cyborg."
"What about the economic losses incurred?"
"The economic losses are not significant; the area around the abandoned city was not affected."
Looking at the images on the TV, the person in charge decisively issued an order: "There's no need to repair the old city. This area can be dealt with when the population is truly sufficient for migration and operation. As for the rift that suddenly appeared at the scene, leave it to the doctors and their team to research; we will fully cooperate."
"Yes."
In the laboratory, Metal Knight punched his lathe—then grimaced in pain.
That was a spaceship capable of interstellar travel. If that thing had fallen into my hands, it could at least elevate current technology in many aspects directly to the peak. Even if it would take a lot of time. But such a large spaceship, even with minor modifications, could become a military fortress far surpassing the world's current technology.
But… it was just gone. Sucked away by a rift, leaving nothing but corpses.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Metal Knight raged impotently.
On the other side, Drive Knight had the same thoughts as Metal Knight, but gone was gone; besides regret, he had no other emotions.
Child Emperor, however, was shocked by the power of that rift, and all his attention was focused on it. If the mystery of the rift could be solved, humanity's scope of activity would become much wider—perhaps even a breakthrough.
"Oi, Elder Centipede—even though you're a strategist, if you keep ordering us around like this, I'll get angry too."
Ugly President's features were twisted in anger, and he spoke so excitedly that he spluttered saliva. One more look made people feel disgusted.
"That's right, Elder Centipede—just let Ugly President go. Why waste my time!"
Emperor of the Universe echoed, but secretly he also stepped on Ugly President's foot.
Black Sperm thought that these two guys would fight sooner or later, and he should be able to exploit that. "Elder Centipede, you must give us an explanation."
Meow Meow didn't care; it just wanted this damn farce to end quickly.
Elder Centipede didn't speak, but the TV next to him began to broadcast the battle footage of this disaster captured by the television station. The abilities and data of many heroes were intuitively presented on the screen.
"Hahahaha—that old man actually ranks second—it's hilarious."
"A swordsman who can cut anything, but without a sword, he can't do anything. This can be targeted."
"Tsk—there's also a child…"
The monster executives commented, full of disdain for the heroes appearing on the screen.
Until Tatsumaki appeared, and Akira joined the battle.
"That guy's hands have strange power."
"His speed is even above ours."
Wind and Flame, the thirty-seventh batch of graduates who had just ingested monster cells, finally couldn't help but speak out.
But Havoc was unimpressed. "The camera's capture frame has its limits. As long as it exceeds the speed it records, the same situation as on TV will occur. So, I don't think his speed is that fast. And that guy named Boros only succeeded in a sneak attack, knocking Tatsumaki away. I don't think he's that great either."
Gouketsu's words opened up a new world for the monster executives.
"Big guy—your brain is much better than these trash."
Black Sperm praised Gouketsu.
"Hoho—no matter how fast he is, he can't be faster than light."
Emperor of the Universe also gained confidence.
Ugly President cursed, "You filthy bunch—I, Ugly President, am also an executive! You can't underestimate me."
Elder Centipede hadn't expected that by trying to strike down these executives, their clever minds would actually find a sense of superiority in it. But this was good—at least they wouldn't be intimidated when facing S-Class Heroes.
"Elder Centipede—give us a reason not to go fight on the surface. This is clearly a great opportunity."
Emperor of the Universe suddenly realized that the conversation had strayed from their original purpose. Strategy or whatever—bah. It only limited everyone's freedom.
Elder Centipede's eyeballs all opened, and Emperor of the Universe immediately felt the air pressure around him surge. Although he controlled the power of light, his own combat strength was practically nonexistent. If it weren't for the favor of "God," he would still be wandering alone, picking up trash far from people.
"Monster King Orochi still needs time. Now is not the time."
At least Psykos wasn't fully confident yet in making Orochi completely obey her commands during their fusion.
Upon hearing the name Monster King Orochi, the once enthusiastic monsters instantly quieted down. Monster King Orochi was a mountain they could not surmount.
"Tsk~! How boring—I'm leaving first."
Black Sperm turned and left, and the other executives also departed.
Elder Centipede closed its opened eyes, as if asleep. But this was only because Psykos was in a bad mood and wasn't controlling her meticulously crafted puppet.
Tatsumaki's strength is beyond doubt. Very strong. I've witnessed it before. However, it's not to the extent that I can't handle it. But the sudden appearance of Ranked Sixth in S-Class, and the crack that appeared on the ruins at the end—makes me feel somewhat constrained.
It's fine. This is a precise plan, so of course, the greater the success rate, the better. We've waited all these years—a little more time won't matter.
Psykos stood up, her loose hair and eyes carrying the lazy charm of an older sister. She stretched, her curves fully displayed. Even supermodels would feel ashamed in front of her, obediently kneeling to lick her feet.
Mm~!
After stretching, a glass of red wine flew to her side. Next, she should continue brainwashing Orochi.
"Mr. Akira, you don't need to feel burdened. I don't expect any emotional connection with you; you only need to use me as a tool."
Kimishima Ayano's statement was quite shocking, but it was exactly as Akira expected.
Suou Yuki had developed an extreme brother complex after being "conquered" by him. Although Kimishima Ayano hadn't had much contact, she was loyal to Suou Yuki. And she highly identified with his hero status. Under these dual conditions, these words, applied to Akira, made him feel very pleased.
Isn't this another forbidden plaything? I had been thinking of finding an opportunity before. But she had delivered herself to my doorstep.
Suou Yuki could no longer hold on; she couldn't even continue thinking. "Ayano—quickly come and help me."
"No—it should be to help big brother replenish his magic."
Saying that, she collapsed weakly to the side, as if limp from depleted magic.
Akira said nothing. At this moment, any words would be superfluous.
This was Kimishima Ayano's first time witnessing such a scene directly. Even though she had known Akira was extraordinary when she heard "the sounds from upstairs" last time, now she was still very surprised.
Kimishima Ayano stood up. She stepped over Akira. In the light, she was like an angel, radiating a sacred glow.
How wonderful.
Akira didn't move. He didn't need to move. Just lie back and enjoy.
He lowered the High-Frequency Vibration, and under Suou Yuki's witness, helped Kimishima Ayano complete her growth.
The sports car drove on the road, but not long after, Fubuki received an alarm cancellation notification from the Hero Association.
"That fast? That was a spaceship as big as a city. Could it be that, like last time, Mr. Akira directly cut it down?"
Fubuki was puzzled; it had only been ten minutes.
She parked the car by the roadside and searched on her phone. She then saw a series of reports about Akira, the spaceship, and the crack. After a quick look at the live video, she knew that the New Fubuki Group's name wouldn't be made famous this time.
Just like last time—Akira had resolved the crisis and quickly left the scene. The media couldn't interview him at all.
"I just came out, and I have to go back again. I should have known not to leave."
Stepping on the gas, Fubuki's sports car let out a frustrated roar.
Ten minutes later, she returned to Skyscraper X.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened.
Fubuki made no sound, just like the first time she came here. But this time, there was no conversation in the room—only sounds that made her blush.
Mr. Akira, really. Besides fighting and being lewd, couldn't he do anything else?
She stood outside the door, her legs unconsciously clamping together. Although she had grown into a woman, this situation still made her feel a bit unable to accept it internally.
Oh my god. How could this be? Is this something that actually happens?
Her mind was a mess, and her body was already showing abnormalities.
So hot.
Fubuki felt as if she was sick; even with her superpower, she couldn't cure this condition.
Her hand tremblingly reached toward the sliding door.
Kimishima Ayano was very talented. Although she only called herself a ninja and had no combat prowess to speak of, her body's flexibility and physical endurance were better than Suou Yuki's. And she learned things very quickly. After watching once from the side, she could do it quite well.
This was largely because she considered it a kind of sacrificial ritual—very devoutly. And under the effect of Akira's God's Hand, her unchanging expression finally showed some alluring charm that only Akira could see.
[Agility +3]
[Target 'Kimishima Ayano' conquest progress reached 100%. All Attributes +5]
Together, it was only 23 points. But Ayano was still an excellent collection.
Hiss~!
Although he was enjoying imperial treatment here, the figures of Eriri and Maria still inevitably floated in Akira's mind. That pair of sisters had given him quite a significant awakening.
Whoosh-la-la.
The sliding door opened, and Fubuki, somewhat flustered, witnessed the scene inside.
The concept of replenishing magic had already been explained to both by Suou Yuki. But to be honest, Fubuki had a slight doubt. After all, when Akira made a bet with her, he also engaged in high-intensity combat.
However, the subsequent change in the plot was something she had not expected. Because Suou Yuki was a witness to Deep Sea King being killed by Akira, and that location was 500 meters outside the villa's range. According to the previous bet, Akira had essentially violated the rules.
But now, things had progressed to the point where she had left the Fubuki Group and fulfilled the bet. So the matter of the bet had changed its place in her heart. At the very least, he was below Akira. He was the most important.
Despite some suspicion, she still appeared here and asked in a twisted voice, "Is the magic replenishment enough? Do you need my help?"
"Of course, I need it."
Akira's eyes lit up. He thought Fubuki wouldn't be able to accept such a thing for now—just listening from outside the door. He didn't expect her to actively ask to join.
Replenishing magic—what a good excuse.
"Fubuki, you came at just the right time. Ayano's magic is almost depleted."
Fubuki's pretty face flushed. "Got it. Next time we fight, remember to bring me along."
Fubuki's obsession with the New Fubuki Group was deeply rooted. But this had no impact on Akira.
The form-fitting dress slid down her voluptuous curves, falling to the ground. The shyness of being scrutinized immediately made her instinctively hug herself tightly. But such an effect only made people crazier.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was one thing, but how could there be an even more significant presence here? Suou Yuki already felt that she was both cute and sexy. But in front of Fubuki, she felt like a joke. Even she wanted to be lost in that black lace.
Can't win—absolutely can't win. Sure enough, would my brother eventually be seduced away by some big-chested vixen from outside?
Kimishima Ayano was also stunned at this moment. "This is truly remarkable."
This had become her catchphrase. But it perfectly expressed her shock at this moment.
The power of a mature woman was truly too strong. No one could resist it.
Akira smiled. A satisfied smile.
Eroge was truly wonderful. This was definitely heaven.
Kimishima Ayano actively Abdicated the Throne, letting Fubuki take over.
"Miss, have you recovered a bit?"
Suou Yuki nodded, propping herself up from the ground. "Perhaps it was replenished before, so I can't continue. Ayano—well done."
Suou Yuki hugged Kimishima Ayano.
Beautiful girls embracing—another exquisite sight.
Hefei soymilk—mellow and fragrant.
Ah~! This is truly heaven. Quickly plan out the surrounding floors and bring all the girls over.
But now it was Fubuki's turn. He couldn't waste her kindness; he had to enjoy it seriously and thoroughly.
God's Hand activated.
Abdicate the Throne activated.
Bystander activated.
High-Frequency Vibration—never mind.
So embarrassing. But so comfortable.
Fubuki felt an abnormal sense of distortion internally, yet this distortion seemed to trigger something, continuously releasing dopamine for her. And after more than ten minutes, Akira finally "fully recovered" and took the initiative.
[Spirit +10]
After coming out of the bathroom, Akira stretched. With Fubuki's treatment, Suou Yuki and Kimishima Ayano also regained their vitality.
"Brother—what was that alien spaceship about today, and that guy named Boros?"
Suou Yuki sat beside Akira, her face full of curiosity.
Speaking of this topic, it naturally attracted Fubuki's attention.
"That's right, Mr. Akira—how strong are you exactly now?"
Akira scratched his head; this was truly a headache-inducing question for him. If he were to test it, he was afraid this planet couldn't handle it, so he was a bit vague about the specific strength he had reached.
But it should have reached continent-busting level. Moreover, due to the unique nature of High-Frequency Vibration, he could even cause the entire planet's crust, or even deeper internal areas, to resonate. It was not impossible to cause catastrophic destruction to the entire crust.
So, did this count as surface-level? But was something achieved by such a pure ability truly considered surface-level? Akira himself expressed doubt.
"For the spaceship and the one named Boros, I only used simple resonance principles. As for how strong I am exactly—I'm not very sure."
The three people present were all stunned.
Especially Fubuki. She understood that Tatsumaki was also very powerful; when using her superpower with full force, moving mountains and filling seas was effortless. But this undoubtedly caused immense damage to the ground. So, unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't use her superpower on a large scale.
Now, Akira should have reached this level as well. Thinking of this, Fubuki clenched her fists. She must train hard—otherwise, Akira would become the second insurmountable mountain for her.
At this moment, Akira's phone buzzed, and he glanced at it—it was his alarm.
"I'm going out for a bit—to pick someone up from school. See you later."