A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Johnson was somewhat surprised that showing off his fists had worked so well.

The psychic power spread out like a tide, and the shaking underground base and the surrounding mountains seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, instantly calming them down.

After doing all this, he glanced meaningfully in the direction of the control room door.

"Since we're already here, why don't we have a fight with your prized biological weapons?"

"Otherwise, Doctor, you still seem to be dissatisfied, don't you?"

Under the cover of the "Heart Network," the clone's little actions were all clearly visible, but Johnson simply didn't care.

The House of Evolution only has a few decent experimental subjects, so even if they all attacked at once, they wouldn't pose any problem for him.

Well, if the other side can't think of a way to get Mosquito Girl to wear a black silk maid outfit.

"Uh, this... absolutely not."

A flicker of panic crossed Dr. Genus's eyes, but he quickly forced himself into a researcher's mindset and said seriously, "Mr. 'Super Cop,' if you're willing to cooperate with combat experiments and allow me to record case samples, I can arrange it for you, but..."

"With your strength, I don't think this is necessary."

Johnson shook his head and walked towards the control room door.

"Of course it's necessary."

"As a partner, it's reasonable for me to verify your research qualifications, right?"

“Uh…” Dr. Genus pushed up his glasses helplessly, “Of course, that makes sense.”

"Then let's go. Remember to call over your strongest biological weapon."

"Ah this..."

Did the other party notice even though it was just a fleeting thought in my mind?

This intelligence-gathering ability is just too overpowered!!

Seeing Johnson stride towards them, the clones gathered near the control room door were terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and trembling as they made way for him.

Once Johnson's figure disappeared from the camera's view down the corridor, the control room erupted in an uproar.

"No way? Do we really have to go and wake... that guy up?"

"Otherwise, let's try it out with a controllable finished product first. After all, it is an elite force born with the goal of eliminating the old humans."

Chapter 153 Asura One-horned Immortal

Dr. Genus remained silent as he listened to the discussions of his clones.

"That guy is only just entering his mature stage. If he gets out of control, the entire base will be destroyed!"

Clones number 21 swallowed hard, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memory, their eyes flashing with unspeakable terror.

“A controllable finished product, faced with the power that man just displayed, can only be slaughtered.”

Dr. Genus sighed and interrupted the pointless argument with a gloomy face.

"Even if it's considered the trump card and the ultimate move, in my calculations, the probability of winning is less than 30%..."

"And now that things have come to this, do you really have any better ideas?"

Upon hearing his question, the clones in the control room exchanged bewildered glances, unable to offer any other constructive suggestions.

"Number 21! And number 42! You two hurry up and get to the ground floor..."

"...Release the 'Asura Rhinoceros Beetle'!"

Dr. Genos's voice trembled slightly, and the clones, who had already come to their senses, fell into a deathly silence.

Although the intruder was terrifying, he was still a normal person who could talk, and he didn't start a killing spree as soon as he entered.

The unfinished creation, which had only recently been born, needed to engage in mass killings to regain its sanity each time it was deployed.

Apart from Dr. Genus, there was no one else in the entire House of Evolution.

The targets of the killings are naturally these tools that can be mass-produced indefinitely!

"……Yes!"

"……I see!"

The two clones who were named immediately turned pale, but still nodded with difficulty and looked at each other.

"Finally, it's our turn..."

"Yes... it's time to dedicate ourselves to the evolution of humanity!"

As Johnson walked down the corridor, a huge underground space soon appeared before him, with walls and floors made of high-strength alloy.

Judging from the size of the space, this place should have been developed by Dr. Genus specifically for combat experiments.

Even underground, it still felt incredibly spacious under the ample lighting from above.

The conversation between Dr. Genus and the clone behind him was received word for word through the "Mind Network," which even made Johnson a little curious.

Each of Dr. Genus's clones seems to maintain the same thought patterns and values ​​as the original.

They possess a complete personality and are willing to dedicate their lives to completing human evolution experiments.

During this period, not a single clone chose to betray them.

So the question is, how exactly did this evil genius doctor manage to do it?

……

The bottom floor of the House of Evolution, a dark prison cell.

Crackling sound—

The heavy iron gate was pushed open, and in the darkness, there seemed to be two soft sounds of chains being dragged.

The sound disappeared immediately, and the two Genos clones who were carrying submachine guns walked into the cell shuddered, their heads and cheeks covered in sweat.

"Where...where..."

"It's so dark, I can't see anything at all!!"

"Plop!" ×2

The two men, covered in sweat, swallowed hard, inching forward step by step.

Tower, tower, tower...

A high level of tension and immense fear enveloped them the moment they opened the door. Apart from the sound of their own footsteps, which were stopping and starting, all they could hear was the rapid thumping of their own hearts.

The darkness and silence before them seemed to harbor something incredibly terrifying, making them feel no sense of security even with weapons in their hands.

call--

A sudden gust of hot air came from behind, and the two clones' bodies stiffened abruptly, their faces turning deathly pale.

"It's...it's...it's behind!"

An unusually large black shadow appeared behind the two of them. Judging from its outline, it looked like a giant beetle that had been magnified countless times and stood upright.

Long iron chains bound its limbs and neck, yet eerily, they made no sound.

As if sensing something, clone number 42 suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly realized what was happening, pushed up his glasses, and gave a bitter smile.

"So, from the very beginning, he flew behind us..."

puff--

An insect fist covered in a keratinous armor pierced through Number 42's body from behind. The immense force burst forth as it pierced through, and before he could even feel the pain, his torso was torn to pieces, with the remaining limbs flying in all directions.

"Ahhh!"

"Don't come here!!"

The remaining 21 clone was drenched in cold sweat. His pent-up fear turned into rage, driving him to suddenly turn around and pull the trigger hard.

Da da da... Da da da da!

A hail of bullets rained down, striking the massive black shadow with a clanging, metallic sound.

The muzzle flash illuminated a huge, brown beetle, about 3.5 meters tall, with a human head and muscular limbs, topped with a long, narrow, forked horn.

Its entire body, including its head, is covered with a sturdy keratinous carapace, like a biological armor made of heavy metal.

This is the House of Evolution's most prized and strongest biological weapon, the "Asura Rhinoceros Beetle"!

The crisp gunshots abruptly ceased as the bullets emptied, and the crushed, deformed submachine gun bullets bounced and fell to the ground.

The submachine gun bullets were unusually weak when they hit the keratinous carapace; they didn't even leave a white mark, only wisps of smoke.

Faced with this epoch-making creation that embodies the collective wisdom of Dr. Genus and countless clones, outdated firearms seem utterly useless!

call--

"Only two? There are far too few people coming to their deaths this time?"

The voice of the Asura Rhinoceros Beetle echoed in the cell, uttering the most terrifying words in the most bored tone.

The clone, who was frantically pulling out a magazine from his pants pocket, froze. The last thing he saw was a magnified brown, horny fist.