Licenseless Rider leaned against the wall, his mouth agape as if it could fit an egg. His hands trembled as he straightened his crooked helmet, his voice quivering: "O-one... one punch?"
On the street, Allen flicked the blood from his hands, a look of distaste on his face.
Licenseless Rider stood up, leaning on the wall, his eyes shining: "That's incredible! Are you an A-Class Hero?"
"B-Class, rank 102. I just registered today, so I don't have a hero name yet," Allen said, pulling out his phone to check the time.
"Ah, I need to get back quickly. I'm off now," Allen waved at Licenseless Rider, then dragged the Minotaur Monster's body away.
In the Hero Association's monitoring room, the blond supervisor's glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, and he'd forgotten to push them up: "Raise Allen's ranking to within B-Class 30."
The operator stammered a bit: "Supervisor, wouldn't that go against the rules...?"
"Rules! Always rules! Allen is only B-Class because of rules, and Saitama is only C-Class because of rules!" the blond supervisor roared, somewhat angrily.
He had long grown impatient with the Hero Association's broken rules; anyone with eyes could see the strong individuals who couldn't be directly promoted because of regulations.
"Promote Allen! As a supervisor of the Hero Association, I still have the authority to promote a hero!"
"I believe Allen and Saitama will both become pillars of the Hero Association, and even humanity, in the future!" The blond supervisor pushed up his glasses, looking at Allen on the screen.
"I wonder if eating the meat of this thing can turn one into a Monster," Allen muttered to himself, looking at the Minotaur Monster's corpse.
"Extra meal tonight," he said, dragging the corpse towards the supermarket.
When Allen returned to the supermarket with the Minotaur Monster, Saitama was sitting on a bench by the entrance, holding a large bag of groceries and waiting.
"Allen-kun!" Saitama's eyes lit up when he saw the Minotaur Monster behind Allen.
"This is..." He pointed at the Minotaur Monster's corpse, unable to resist swallowing.
"This is our extra meal for tonight," Allen said, a excited smile on his face.
Saitama leaned closer to the Minotaur Monster and poked its muscle with his finger: "The meat looks good."
Allen hoisted the Monster's corpse onto his shoulder: "Let's go, we're in for a treat tonight."
The two returned to Saitama's apartment. Saitama skillfully butchered the Minotaur Monster, while Allen helped out.
Saitama expertly sliced the beef into thin pieces, while Allen prepared the dipping sauce. Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.
"Allen-kun, this part of the meat is especially delicious when grilled," Saitama said, pointing to the beef tenderloin, his hands not stopping for a moment.
Allen nodded: "Indeed, you can tell by the marbling that it's very tender."
The two sat around a low table with an iron griddle on it. The beef slices on the griddle sizzled, golden fat bubbled out, and an alluring aroma filled the air.
Allen picked up a perfectly grilled slice of beef with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
The delicious meat juices burst in his mouth, and the meat was even more tender and smooth than he had imagined.
After eating the beef, Allen glanced at his system panel. The upgrade progress of his Hanma Bloodline actually began to increase with his eating! Eating Monster really works! The upgrade progress had already reached 89%!
Saitama picked up a large piece of beef tongue and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction: "This part is really good! Much tastier than the beef from the supermarket."
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," Allen nodded while stuffing beef into his mouth. He could feel the energy surging within him.
Saitama picked up a golden-brown piece of pork belly, dipped it in Allen's special sauce, and put it into his mouth with satisfaction: "Allen-kun, this sauce is a perfect match for Monster meat!"
He had initially thought that Allen-kun might be a bit repulsed by eating Monster meat, but he hadn't expected him to be even more eager than himself.
Allen looked at the progress bar on his system panel, which had already reached 93%, and placed a few more beef ribs on the grill: "Saitama-kun, what do you think is the difference between Monster meat and regular beef?"
"Hmm..." Saitama thought seriously for a moment.
"Monster meat tastes better, and after eating it, I feel warm all over."
"I feel the same way," Allen nodded. It seemed Monster meat was indeed effective, and the higher the level of the Monster, the richer the energy it might contain.
The two devoured the entire cow clean. Saitama had already collapsed on the floor, holding his round belly, halfway through the meal. Allen finished all the remaining beef, leaving not a single scrap.
As Allen put the last piece of beef into his mouth, the upgrade progress of his Hanma Bloodline reached 100%.
"Ding! Hanma Bloodline upgrade progress 100%, Demon Back upgraded, gained derived talents: Toxin Resistance, Combat Instinct."
After Allen put down his chopsticks and cleaned up, he walked to the door and waved at Saitama.
"Saitama-kun, thanks for the meal, see you tomorrow," Allen said, patting his belly contentedly.
Saitama lay sprawled on the floor, his eyes vacant: "Goodbye..."
Upon returning to his apartment, Allen carefully felt the changes after the upgrade. The Demon Back patterns became deeper and more ferocious, his muscle lines became more defined, and his physical fitness had improved across the board.
Currently, Allen's destructive power was estimated to have reached the Demon-level threshold. When it came to dealing with heroes, he could approach them with a human appearance and launch a surprise attack. Allen could now achieve at least a mid-Demon level.
No, wasn't he a hero? Why was he thinking about attacking heroes? Allen shook his head vigorously, dispelling the strange thoughts from his mind, and lay down on the bed, drifting into sleep... In a luxurious villa, Hellish Blizzard sat by the French windows, her fingers gently tapping a wine glass, a green dress clinging to her graceful figure.
She was reviewing the latest hero ranking update. Hellish Blizzard's slender finger suddenly stopped at the B-Class rank 27 position. If she remembered correctly, this should have been B-Class Hero Chainsaw Man. Why had it become a young man now?
Hellish Blizzard's dark green pupils slightly contracted. This Rookie, who didn't even have a hero name yet, had jumped directly from rank 102 to rank 27?
She suddenly sat up straight, her chest heaving with her movement. She tucked her dark green short hair behind her ear and lightly tapped the unfamiliar name with her fingertip.
"Defeated a Tiger-level Monster alone, interesting..." Hellish Blizzard gently placed the wine glass on the coffee table.
She picked up her phone and called Matsuge, a cadre in her group.
"Matsuge, find out the location of the B-Class rank 27 Rookie, Allen, for me," Hellish Blizzard's voice carried an undeniable tone of command.
A respectful reply came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, Blizzard-sama. Is he a new group member?"
Hellish Blizzard's slender fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa: "He is a new group member."
She paused, then added: "Oh, and look up Allen's combat footage."
After hanging up the phone, Hellish Blizzard walked to the French windows, looking at the bustling nightscape, a hint of interest flashing in her dark green pupils.
"Jumping directly from rank 102 to rank 27, this promotion speed is not normal." Knowing the hero promotion mechanism inside out, she already had some suspicions.
The Tiger-level Monster was likely defeated by this Rookie named Allen with overwhelming dominance, perhaps even a one-shot kill!
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