I transmigrated at the same time and became the King!

Chapter 152 The Atomic Samurai's Challenge?!

"Of course! All monsters should be—???!!!" Before he could finish speaking, Sweet Mask suddenly realized something was wrong.

King has seen right through him!

He's similar to Sykes, but his body is a disguise; he's essentially a weirdo who walks the path of a hero.

Sykes, though human in essence, does strange things!

If he really did say the last half of the sentence, "All monsters should be killed," then not only would Psykos be killed, but he himself would probably be killed by King.

KING had warned him repeatedly before, but he hadn't listened.

This time, agreeing to let him come along to the fourth basement level where the Hero Association was holding Sykes seemed like sparing Sykes, but in reality, it was giving him a chance.

An opportunity for change, an opportunity to change our perception of eccentrics —!!!

【I————I————！】 Sweet Mask's body trembled slightly as he struggled internally, torn between being the perfect hero and his own ugly, monstrous identity.

He longed to be a perfect hero, an absolute enforcer of justice, but—his true nature was that of a freak, destined never to become a perfect hero, and could only deceive those who genuinely cared about him through this freakishly perfect facade.

Once his identity is exposed, his image will be completely ruined, and he will no longer be a hero, but a freak that people despise.

"Take it easy and don't be too hard on yourself. The so-called perfect hero doesn't exist in this world. Whether it's a monster or a human, everyone has a good and an evil side. As long as you follow your heart and do the right thing, whether it's a human or a monster, they are all heroes in my eyes." Ze Feng's last words reached Sweet Mask's ears, and these words completely shattered the disguise deep in Sweet Mask's heart and the recognition he longed for most.

His hand became limp and powerless, and he had released Sykes without anyone noticing.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Ze Feng's words struck Sweet Mask's heart like a knife, causing this usually arrogant man, who didn't even respect S-class heroes and spent his entire life pursuing the perfect hero, to show a look of shame for the first time.

"Sometimes you shouldn't push yourself too hard. Even heroes need to rest, don't they?" Ze Feng sensed the strong fluctuations in Sweet Mask's heart and delivered the final blow.

Upon hearing this, Sweet Mask's inner defenses were finally completely breached.

He, who would never back down even when facing an S-class hero, actually listened to Ze Feng's suggestion and released Sykes at this moment.

Seeing this, Ze Feng knew that Sweet Mask had truly taken his words to heart.

"I can let her go, but if she does anything weird again in the future, I will personally smash her head in, and even you can't stop me!!" Sweet Mask stared fiercely at Sykes and issued her final ultimatum.

Either return to human society and behave like a normal person, or if you are later found to be acting strangely again, just kill them without hesitation.

"Of course, we've already given her a chance. If she goes back to doing things like the Monster Association, you can kill her without any objection." Ze Feng agreed to Sweet Mask's suggestion.

After obtaining Ze Feng's consent, Sweet Mask finally gave up, turned around and distanced himself from Sykes, crossed his arms and waited quietly in place. He wanted to see how KING would deal with Sykes.

"KING—what exactly do you think you are?!" Sykes, nearly exhausted, asked Ze Feng in utter weakness.

Now she is like a fish on a chopping board, at Ze Feng's mercy.

There was just one thing she didn't understand: what was Ze Feng's true purpose? Why was he involved with the Tsukuyomi organization?

Wasn't the Third Eye of God already proven to be a joke and destroyed during the battle with the Monster Association along with the dissipation of supernatural power?

If it were simply a matter of selling oneself to Tsukuyomi, there would be no need for such a elaborate process.

Just throw her over there and that's it.

"Three days from now, the Tsukuyomi organization will be coming to the Hero Association for a deal. If you want to live, you'd better obey." Ze Feng gave Psykos a final warning before turning and walking towards the elevator.

This was her final reminder, and Sykes' only chance to survive.

Whether she cooperates with him to wipe out the Tsukuyomi organization or becomes a test subject for the Tsukuyomi organization and is dissected alive, is entirely up to her.

[Making the most of everything—are you using me as bait to lure the Tsukuyomi organization? KING—you're incredibly arrogant!!] Based on the current situation, Sykes immediately understood KING's plan.

They'll use her as bait to lure Tsukuyomi into a trap, then carry out a series of underhanded tactics, following the trail to eradicate the entire Tsukuyomi organization in one fell swoop.

In the past, she would have scoffed at this, and might even have secretly plotted against Ze Feng.

But this time, she decided to cooperate properly, for no other reason than that she also harbored resentment towards the Tsukuyomi organization.

It should be said that there is no superpowered person in this world who doesn't hate the Tsukuyomi organization.

Given the opportunity, we will definitely uproot it completely.

Seeing this, Sweet Mask's murderous intent remained undiminished, but he restrained himself well, neither erupting nor taking Sykes' life out of momentary impulse.

"Hmph! For KING's sake, I'll let you live for a while longer." Sweet Mask snorted coldly, turned around and followed Ze Feng's footsteps. The two entered the elevator together and slowly ascended.

As the elevator ascended, Ze Feng remained silent, his expression calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

But Sweet Mask on the side didn't seem so calm.

The last bit of pretense he wore was seen through by Ze Feng, yet he has survived to this day, which has completely changed his perception of Ze Feng.

If his respect for King was more about respect before his identity was revealed, now it's awe.

This man, knowing he was a freak, still allowed himself to exist, which is enough to show that his unique way of judging is far beyond what ordinary people can do. He truly looks at and thinks about the problem from the perspective of a hero.

Extreme inner conflict and his own pursuit of the perfect hero led Sweet Mask to question Ze Feng:

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Why?

"No reason." Ze Feng could clearly sense the emotional fluctuations in Sweet Mask's heart, but he did not give a clear answer.

Justice is justice, and evil is evil; it won't change just because you're a weirdo or not.

Upon receiving this reply, Sweet Mask showed a clear struggle of will on his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Is there anything about Sykes's actions or plans that I can participate in?" Sweet Mask volunteered, intending to personally take down the entire Tsukuyomi organization.

Regarding Sweet Mask's proactive approach, Ze Feng was still hesitant about whether to agree.

Although he's only ranked first in A-level, he's guaranteed to be at least a Dragon-level powerhouse. Having him join the operation would definitely make things much easier.

However—it seems he doesn't lack Dragon-level helpers. Given Sweet Mask's personality, if he saw so many monsters, wouldn't he blow them up on the spot?

Moreover, his almost pathological desire to command means he might seize control, and in the end, instead of completing the mission, he might wipe out the entire Tsukuyomi organization, or even turn on his own people.

"I appreciate your kindness, but there are some things that heroes shouldn't do." After much deliberation, Ze Feng decided not to let Sweet Mask participate in this operation.

But what he said was interpreted differently by Sweet Mask.

We must not dirty the hands of heroes.

In this man's heart, he is a recognized hero.

[So that's how it is ————] Unbeknownst to him, Sweet Mask, with his overly rich imagination, had directly completed his self-consolation.

Ze Feng noticed Sweet Mask's relieved expression, and a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. He sighed helplessly, "What's this guy thinking? I feel like he's misunderstood me—oh well, I'm too lazy to explain, otherwise it'll just cause a lot of trouble later."

The corridor at the entrance to the Hero Association headquarters was silent. The metal walls reflected the cold white light. Atomic Samurai held a katana, his sword intent restrained, and he looked very depressed, as if he was searching for something. In the end, he let out a long sigh.

He had just finished meeting with the Hero Association's higher-ups, who gave him a mission to help deal with those monsterized swordsmen, some of whom were members of his Sword Saint Association. This put Atomic Samurai in a dilemma.

Moreover, he has always had a knot in his heart that he needs to untie.

"What is the ultimate form of swordsmanship? Can I find the answer in that man?" Atomic Samurai muttered to himself.

As for who the man he was talking about was, it remains unknown.

"Ding~~! !" Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the elevator to the right of Atomic Samurai, and the metal doors slowly opened to the left and right, and a familiar aura surged out from them.

Sensing this familiar yet powerful aura, Atomic Samurai froze for a moment. He subconsciously turned his head and looked directly at the figure walking out of the elevator. His steps faltered almost imperceptibly, and a hint of unexpected surprise flashed in his eyes.

Stepping out of the elevator were KING, the seventh-ranked S-class, and Sweet Mask, the first-ranked A-class!

At this moment, Ze Feng casually put his hands in his pockets, his expression calm and composed, without any deliberate display of power.

Sweet Mask was about to leave when he suddenly noticed Atomic Samurai standing in a daze at the door.

The three people's eyes met, and the atmosphere became subtle at that moment.

"How lucky I am! I was just worried about not being able to see you, but I unexpectedly ran into you at headquarters. You know that—"

"I've always wanted to meet you in private, KING!!" Upon seeing Ze Feng, Atomic Samurai's astonishment lasted only a moment before being completely replaced by a surge of intense fighting spirit.

He has dedicated his life to the pursuit of the ultimate swordsmanship. He has never met anyone who resonates with him in this regard. Therefore, he has always regarded the legendary, undefeated strongest hero on Earth as a top opponent worthy of his all-out effort. He hopes to find an opportunity to go further against KING and also to witness just how vast the so-called realm of gods truly is.

At this unexpected encounter, Atomic Samurai's competitive spirit was instantly ignited. The sword intent that had been contained within him suddenly erupted, and the fervor on his face could no longer be concealed. The sharp sword energy spread silently, stirring up subtle ripples in the surrounding air. His hand, which was gripping the hilt of his samurai sword at his waist, tightened abruptly, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

He desperately wanted to know just how big the gap was between himself and the strongest person on Earth!

As for Sweet Mask, who was standing to the side, he completely ignored him, as he was just a lowly A-rank hero.

"Atomic Samurai, Rank 4 of S-class—you seem very excited. This is the headquarters building, mind your image." Sweet Mask sensed the surging aura emanating from Atomic Samurai and, without even thinking, understood what the old man was up to.

While being ignored is infuriating, what's more important right now is this guy's behavior.

Among heroes, it is clearly stipulated that infighting is not allowed.

"Atomic Samurai—long time no see." Ze Feng stared calmly at the Atomic Samurai, whose fighting spirit was rising, as if he were looking at an ordinary person.

Any other hero would feel immense pressure upon encountering such a fanatical Atomic Samurai, but Ze Feng didn't care at all.

Having broken through the triple limiters of the human body, he has already stood at the pinnacle of humanity, evolving into an existence that touches upon the realm of gods. Now, his normal state is god-level, so why should he care about an Atomic Warrior who only has the strength of a mid-level dragon?

In his eyes, Atomic Samurai, whose strength had reached the Dragon level, was no different from an ordinary person.

However, Ze Feng's calmness presented a different picture to Atomic Samurai.

The terrifying sense of oppression hit him head-on, striking the Atomic Samurai's heart and causing his pressure to surge.

"As expected of the strongest being on Earth—the impact of just a simple greeting almost made me lose my composure—a monster among monsters! But it also proves that my guess was correct!" Atomic Samurai roared inwardly, the pressure turning into motivation, finally making him make up his mind.

Atomic Samurai took a step forward, his sharp, eagle-like gaze fixed on King. His back was ramrod straight, his fighting spirit surging yet maintaining the etiquette of a swordsman.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly took half a step back, his wrist slightly moving, assuming a highly aggressive sword stance. Although the blade was not yet drawn, it already exuded a menacing sharpness.

"I've simulated this scene countless times in my mind. The day has finally come. Come and fight me, KING!!!" Atomic Samurai's voice was steady and deep, echoing clearly in the space.

As soon as he finished speaking, his fighting spirit intensified. He stared intently at King, showing no sign of backing down, only a firm and fervent desire to fight.