The Emperor Engine's God-like Skill System

"but……"

"King, I'm also a little curious. How would you answer such a tricky question?"

"Even though they've been working incredibly hard as heroes, saving countless lives, they're still misunderstood and blamed for being too slow..."

Thinking of this, Sweet Mask could only temporarily suppress his anger at the unruly reporter and focus his attention on KING.

Without King, Vaccine Man or the Giant Brother would probably have caused horrific destruction.

Most people know that the reporter's questions are problematic, some are too tricky, but the reporter's choice is indeed correct. Everyone is also very curious about how KING, the strongest man on earth, will answer such tricky questions.

Is it a guilty expression on her face to indicate that she will arrive at the scene faster next time, or something else?

Why blame yourself?

KING looked at the reporter who asked him the question and, almost without hesitation or pause, directly asked the reporter the same question in return.

Everyone could sense that King didn't feel he needed to blame himself.

At the same time, KING's response clearly intensified the tension in the room.

Furthermore, to KING's surprise, his reputation points increased by nearly a million in an instant along with his answer.

"Because Mr. King was late."

"Because Mr. KING arrived a few seconds late, the monster destroyed a building or even several buildings, which contained thousands or even tens of thousands of people."

The reporter, clearly a seasoned journalist, wasn't surprised by King's question and continued to explain with a smile, "If Mr. King had arrived even a second earlier, perhaps these people would have been spared. Doesn't Mr. King feel guilty for being late?"

"After all, this involves the lives of tens of thousands of people."

There are definitely smart people among them.

It's also clear that the reporter had malicious intentions.

"interesting."

"This reporter is quite adept at handling things."

Outside the television station building, in front of a large street screen, Sykes smiled as she watched King being targeted by reporters.

Although it seems unlikely that King would be distracted by such childish word traps, we can't help but hope for the best.

What if King loses his temper and sides with the weirdo?

"Knew it."

"Human beings are always foolish."

. . . . . .

Many people have noticed that this reporter has a problem.

However, it cannot be denied that intelligent people are a minority, and most people are still fools who can be easily fooled.

Online, quite a few people have started to blame KING.

Blame King for not getting to the scene sooner.

He was clearly the strongest man on Earth, yet he had absolutely no sense of responsibility, leading to the deaths of tens of thousands of people.

Indeed, in a very short time, public opinion shifted to 'KING's negligence caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people.'

No.

“Mr. King, you…”

"Next question."

Everyone present was somewhat surprised, never expecting King to give such a direct answer. The once noisy studio instantly fell silent.

Even Sweet Mask, who has been in the entertainment industry for many years, has never seen such a tough person.

Most heroes care a lot about how others see them, but King doesn't care at all about what others think of him.

Is this the arrogance of the strongest on Earth?

Outside the studio, the other heroes watching the live stream were also somewhat dumbfounded.

"No, as expected of King..."

Fubuki pursed her lips. If she were on stage, she probably wouldn't be able to answer such a question at all.

"next."

In the studio, the host was stunned for a moment before quickly speaking.

The next audience member slowly stood up.

After he stood up, all eyes were on him.

The man was dressed in slovenly clothes, wearing a tattered cloak, and emanating a faint stench. His long, unwashed hair was as messy as seaweed, hanging down to his waist. He wore a plastic crown on his head, and his face was full of wrinkles, seemingly covered in grime. However, his eyes were as fierce as a hawk's, fixed intently on King.

"Is he a homeless person?"

"Why did they invite homeless people to the scene?"

"It stinks..."

People around them quickly backed away, and even Sweet Mask, who maintained a perfect smile, twitched his eyebrows slightly.

The guests present came from all walks of life and professions, and it was not impossible for people from the lower rungs of society to be among them.

However, before participating in the show, Sweet Mask glanced at the list of audience members and did not remember that this person existed.

Outside the television station building, Sykes, who was also watching the live broadcast, frowned slightly.

She knew this person's identity, of course—Homeless Emperor, one of the executives of the Monster Association.

The moment Sykes saw Homeless Emperor, he immediately understood what they wanted to do.

"Damn it, I told them to stay put at headquarters."

"How dare you act on your own?"

"They really are a bunch of rabble."

Sykes clenched her fists, the veins on her forehead almost bulging. Such an act was tantamount to betraying herself and could also disrupt her plans.

Although she only saw one Homeless Emperor, Sykes knew that he was definitely not the only one who had come here.

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At that moment, Homeless Emperor's gaze upon King was incredibly fierce, but it vanished in an instant, quickly transforming into a meaningful smile:

"What an arrogant statement, King!"

"I suppose someone like you wouldn't care about the lives of people at the bottom of society!"

Am I right, my heroes?

As he spoke, the corners of Homeless Emperor's mouth turned up wider and wider.

"Then would you care about the lives of everyone present?"

At this moment, Sweet Mask stood up from his seat. The person in front of him was no longer just being difficult.

This has now reached the level of a performance accident.

Even the reporter who had just asked the difficult question looked at the homeless emperor standing next to him with a look of horror.

Although he looked like an ordinary homeless man, those around him could sense a dangerous aura emanating from him.

King stared expressionlessly at the homeless emperor before him, his gaze gradually turning icy.

"This is a gift to mark our meeting."

As the Homeless Emperor spoke, he raised both hands, extending his index fingers in each. Two enormous orbs of light instantly formed at his fingertips, with yellow lightning crackling around them, producing a piercing explosion, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

This is the superpower that Homeless Emperor obtained from the 'gods'; each ball of light can generate terrifying destructive power.

"He's a weirdo!"

Sweet Mask immediately swung his fist and charged towards Homeless Emperor's location.

"How dare you interrupt my show!"

Sweet Mask roared, a fierce expression on his face, veins bulging on his neck and temples.

But it was too late. Homeless Emperor threw one of the orbs of light, which hit Sweet Mask directly.

The ball of light exploded instantly, and Sweet Mask was thrown out by the enormous impact, crashing into the wall and creating a large crater.

At the same time, Homeless Emperor released another ball of light, which he hurled at King.

King made no attempt to dodge and was hit squarely by the ball of light.

The studio erupted into chaos in an instant, with flames and smoke filling the air as the audience and staff inside began to flee in panic.

The cameras in the studio were still working, and everything that happened was being broadcast live.

"You all stay here to help people evacuate, I'm going to the studio!"

Fubuki gave orders to the members of her Fubuki Group, and then rushed towards the studio, though she wasn't sure what to expect.

Judging from the footage just shown in the live stream, Homeless Emperor easily knocked Sweet Mask, who has S-class strength, flying away, so his strength must be extraordinary.

Could I be a match for that weirdo?

Fubuki had no idea what to do, which was why she didn't let the other members of the Fubuki Group follow her.

Inside the studio, most of the people had already fled, but cries of agony could still be heard.

The homeless emperor turned his head slightly. The reporter from before was now lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Although he was not Homeless Emperor's target, the reporter was still burned by the attack because of the close proximity.

"Pathetic ants."

The homeless emperor's gaze did not linger on the reporter; in his eyes, these people's lives were utterly worthless.

He strode to the camera, casually fiddled with it for a few moments, and then pointed the lens at his face:

"This one seems to still be working."

"Ahem, good afternoon, all you ants!"