The Emperor Engine's God-like Skill System

"No, I won't give up so easily."

"Only King is the most suitable to be the perfect hero."

Sweet Mask's gaze became incredibly firm.

......

After parting ways with Sweet Mask, King wandered around and began his patrol.

There are enough people in the no-man's land of Z City, and the investigation is basically over with no substantial progress, so King has no need to return to Z City.

The environment in the no man's land is complex and complicated. In addition, the Monster Association is lurking deep underground and has completely erased all traces left on the surface. Therefore, the Hero Association has not been able to detect the existence of the Monster Association so far.

In order to increase his reputation, King chose to patrol the surrounding urban areas and look for some strange people to boost his reputation points.

Before they knew it, it was already almost four or five in the afternoon, and King had already returned home.

After working for almost the entire day, he eliminated a considerable number of monsters in public, which boosted his reputation. Although they were all very ordinary monsters and their influence was not significant, if things continued this way, he would soon be able to accumulate 100 million reputation points and unlock new skills within a few weeks.

King remained remarkably calm as he watched his reputation points steadily rise.

He used to think that being a hero was a very noble profession, protecting citizens from fire and water.

But now that I've become a hero, being a hero feels like an ordinary job. Killing monsters is just a way to farm reputation points, and protecting the people seems to be just a side thing.

Faced with absolute overwhelming power, eliminating monsters seemed as easy as pulling weeds.

Is this what a hero should be like?

He couldn't help but recall the night before, when his power was weakened by the darkness, and after a fierce internal struggle, he stood before the King of Cutting and saved Sykes.

In the past, King would definitely have blended into the crowd and escaped.

The former King knew how weak he was. Even if he had the heart to save others, he was powerless and could only put his own safety first.

But now, things seem to be different.

Even now, when King thinks back on it, he feels a cold sweat. If Cutting King hadn't retreated, he might not have escaped unscathed.

King could hardly believe that he had taken such a risky step.

Which is more heroic: the powerful self or the powerless self?

"Forget it."

King shook his head. He hated thinking about such troublesome things. He went into his room, picked up his game console, and entered his game world.

......

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was almost evening.

"I am back!"

With a crisp sound of the door opening, a woman's voice came in.

Fubuki had already returned home.

Carrying milk tea and snacks, she walked quickly into King's room. Her light footsteps made a series of sounds on the wooden floor, and the necklace on her chest swayed up and down with her movements.

I brought you some snacks!

Fubuki placed the snacks and milk tea next to King and plopped down on the floor.

She's now trying every possible way to curry favor with King and get closer to him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

King put down the game controller and nodded at Fubuki.

What were the results of your investigation?

"There has been no substantial progress."

Fubuki shrugged.

"We found nothing, and there were no other traces related to the activities of this strange group."

"Not only that, there's something else I absolutely must tell King!"

"There are still people living in the no-man's-land!"

"Are there still people living in the no-man's-land?"

King turned his head slightly and his gaze fell on Fubuki.

Previously, due to the outbreak of the monsters, the original residents of the no man's land had moved away from that place. However, since the city's water and electricity systems are connected, shutting off the water and electricity to the no man's land alone would be very risky. Therefore, in theory, the no man's land still has water and electricity, and indeed has the living conditions for people to live there.

However, being able to live in a no-man's-land means that one is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Yes, he's a rather odd-looking bald guy."

Fubuki said in a slightly complaining tone,

"He had some unpleasantness with us because of our Hero Association's investigation."

"That guy thinks our investigation is disrupting his life."

"And it seems he's a folk hero, though he's not registered with the Hero Association yet."

"Bald, huh...?"

King stretched out his finger and gently stroked his chin. He seemed to have seen a bald man recently, but it was just a vague memory; he couldn't quite place him.

"What then?"

"After ruling out any suspicion between him and the strange man, we wanted him to move out of that place, but he refused because he didn't have to pay rent there, so we haven't been able to do anything about him for the time being."

"I see."

Kin nodded, inwardly marveling at how strange the other person truly was.

"Where is Sykes?"

"That guy left soon after you left too, looks like he was afraid of trouble."

Fubuki paused briefly, as if she had thought of something, and continued to ask,

"Sweet Mask, is there something you need from King?"

"It's nothing serious."

King shook his head. He couldn't very well tell Fubuki that Sweet Mask wanted him to debut.

"Ok."

Fubuki's gaze also fell on the game controller beside her, her eyes filled with a hint of impatience.

"King, shall we begin training now?"

She has truly come to regard video games as a form of training.

"Ah."

Just then, a knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Who could it be at this hour? I'll go open the door."

Fubuki stood up, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

The moment she saw who it was, her eyes widened slightly, filled with surprise:

"Sweet, Sweetheart Mask?!"

Standing before her was none other than Sweet Mask, the top-ranked A-class hero.

Chapter 66: Reaching an Agreement, Participating in an Interview Program

"Is Mr. King home?"

Sweet Mask maintained a polite smile as he inquired.

"What's matter?"

King heard the sound and came out. After seeing Sweet Mask, he felt a headache coming on.

What is this guy trying to do?

Looking at Sweet Mask in front of him, King couldn't help but glance down at his watch. It was 7 p.m., and his power was beginning to drain away.

Recalling the rumors he had heard about Sweet Mask, King couldn't help but start to wonder what the other party's purpose was in coming here.

Is he retaliating because I rejected him during the day?

It's nighttime now, could you come again during the day tomorrow...?

No, although Sweet Mask doesn't have a very good reputation within the association, he is, after all, a hero, and probably won't do anything strange.

And Sweet Mask doesn't seem like a bad guy at all...

Are they here to invite me again?

King himself was unsure of the other party's purpose, so he took the initiative to ask:

"How can I help you?"

King's tone was cautious, as if he was afraid of offending Sweet Mask at this moment.

Although the probability is very low, if a conflict were to actually break out, I might not be a match for Sweet Mask now.

Although the opponent is said to be an A-level hero, he does indeed have S-level strength.

"Mr. King, please forgive my presumptuous behavior this morning."

Sweet Mask said respectfully, not wanting his actions to offend King.

"I'm visiting you today to invite Mr. King to participate in my program."

"Participate in the show?"

A hint of doubt appeared on King's face.

“That’s right, I will be participating in an interview program next month, so I would like to ask Mr. King to join me.”

Sweet Mask patiently explained.

Meanwhile, Fubuki, standing to the side, was too nervous to speak. Since the beginning of the day, she had found it hard to believe that Sweet Mask, a person with such an extreme personality, was so polite and respectful in front of King.