Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

Genos's golden electronic eyes flashed wildly, red alarm symbols flooded his retinal interface, and a shrill alarm from the core processor nearly burned out his audio sensors.

The energy level of this strange person in front of us has far exceeded the category of Ghost!

This is a true dragon-level disaster, capable of destroying several cities!

"Oh? The classic one beat the young one, now the old one comes?"

Han Sen looked at the huge creature called "Eternal Steel Armored Adult Insect" and instead of being nervous, his eyes lit up.

It's a real shame that we didn't get to eat the demon-level larvae and the food just exploded.

Although the meat of this dragon-grade meat feels a bit tough and the fibers may be a bit coarse, the advantage is that there is a lot of it and it will fill you up. Something to eat is better than nothing!

Saitama, standing to the side, slowly stood up, a single, unyielding tear silently streaming down his strong, stern face.

"It's so big... one leg should be enough for us to eat, right?"

Before the two hopeless gluttons could even make a move, Genos, who had just regained his mobility, had already begun to exploit the energy core in his chest once more. Blue arcs of electricity danced across his entire armor as he assumed a resolute fighting stance.

"Teacher, Mr. Hansen, please step back!"

“Mr. King, I have fully learned from my previous battle experience. This time, please let me handle this alone!”

His gaze was firm, his fighting spirit high, as if he hadn't just been dismantled into parts.

King: "Uh..."

Han Sen and Saitama exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

This child is good in every other way.

He's a bit too enthusiastic, so stubborn that he doesn't seem like a cyborg, but rather like a protagonist from a shonen manga.

"Sorry... I was careless again... uh..."

Genos lay scattered in the center of the battlefield in an even more miserable and fragmented manner, his body emitting black smoke, even his skull cracked open, his golden electronic eyes flickering, his condition utterly wretched.

In the middle of the battlefield, Saitama was laboriously tearing off the thickest foreleg from the giant beetle's corpse.

They ran back excitedly, as if carrying a telephone pole on their backs.

"All done! We've got the ingredients for tonight!"

Finally, I can eat the grilled insect legs I've been dreaming of!

In the suburbs of City A, inside a luxurious detached mansion.

A curvaceous and beautiful figure paced back and forth in the living room, which was covered with an expensive Persian carpet, looking somewhat agitated.

A well-tailored black fitted dress perfectly accentuates her mature and sexy curves.

Beneath the skirt were long, slender legs encased in thin black stockings, the delicate fabric reflecting a gradient of light.

On her feet were a pair of exquisite red high heels, each step making a crisp "tap-tap" sound on the ground, and also stepping on the heart of any spy.

Her long, glossy black hair, reaching her waist, swayed slightly with her movements, making her skin appear even whiter. However, her beautiful face was filled with anxiety.

The number one B-rank hero, "Hell's Blizzard".

As of now, Fubuki has been unable to contact her sister for three consecutive days.

They don't answer the phone or reply to messages; it's as if they've vanished into thin air.

This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.

Although her older sister, Tornado, has a terrible personality, is always yelling at her, has a sharp tongue, and always ignores her, Tornado is still her sister.

But Fubuki knew better than anyone that Tatsumaki cared a lot about her only younger sister.

It caused an almost obsessive protective instinct.

“So, my sister would never have disappeared for so long without a reason.” Fubuki rested her chin on her long, slender, fair fingers, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Could it be... something happened?"

Some unpleasant thoughts arose in Fubuki's mind.

Has my sister encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy?

Or did something go wrong with the Hero Association's mission?

"No, I have to go find her!"

Fubuki's eyes became incredibly determined.

As a highly skilled psychic, she shares a faint spiritual connection with her sister Tatsumaki, based on their bloodline.

Although long-distance communication is impossible, one can still roughly sense the other's location within a certain range.

She closed her eyes, cleared her mind of all distractions, and concentrated her mental energy like an invisible radar network.

She carefully sensed the familiar, domineering yet reassuring psychic energy fluctuations in the air.

A few minutes later, she suddenly opened her eyes.

In the direction of Z city!

Why would my sister go to a place like that?!

Without the slightest hesitation, Fubuki was immediately enveloped in a pale green aura of telekinesis, and her entire body was gently lifted up.

It passed directly through the floor-to-ceiling window, transforming into a streak of light, and sped off in the direction it sensed.

Sister, please don't let anything happen to you!

Chapter 233 Fubuki's Shock

A solitary moon hangs high in the sky above the uninhabited area of ​​Z City, its cold light spilling onto the empty streets, making the area appear even more desolate.

Amidst the sound of high heels clicking on the ground, Chuixue's slender and graceful figure emerged under the dim streetlights.

The telepathic connection between the sisters eventually led them to a seemingly ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated, apartment building.

The surroundings were as silent as a ghost town, with only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the ruins.

Fubuki couldn't help but swallow hard. Even with her powerful superpowers, she wasn't sure if a black cat suddenly passing by in this environment would scare her into screaming.

However, thinking about the purpose of her trip, Fubuki's gaze became firm again.

"My sister's spiritual senses... are coming from here, and they are very stable, with no signs of fighting."

She looked up at the apartment building, which appeared somewhat eerie in the moonlight, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

This place doesn't seem like the kind of place my sister would come to.

How could someone as proud as my sister ever set foot in such a dilapidated building that even cockroaches would want to move out of?

Could he be imprisoned here by someone?

The mere thought of this possibility conjured up countless terrible scenarios in Fubuki's mind—

Tornado's telekinetic powers were sealed, leaving him barely clothed and covered in wounds.

He was suspended in a dark room by his wrists bound with specially made chains, surrounded by a group of unknown shadowy figures whose only visible expressions were sinister grins...

The thought made her heart clench, and a chilling killing intent mixed with powerful telekinetic energy rose from her body, as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped several degrees.

—Sister, wait for me, I'm coming!

Fubuki, fueled by her outburst of anger, didn't take the stairs. Instead, her body was lifted up by telekinesis and silently flew towards the window of Tatsumaki's room.

The door was closed, but the curtains were not drawn.

Fubuki didn't rush in, worried that she might alert the enemy.

She carefully concealed herself in the shadows, peering through the window, trying to make out what was happening inside.

However, the scene in the room was completely unexpected.

The small room was filled with sweltering heat.

There was no imprisonment, no torture; on the contrary... the lights were bright and the place was bustling with people.

"Hahahaha... Saitama, you've burned this way! It's like a lump of charcoal!"

"Teacher, the meat seems to be burnt... but it tastes really good! It's even better than all the top-quality ingredients I've recorded in my database!"

A series of noisy sounds came from the room, from both men and women, sounding like a party with an unusually lively atmosphere.

The rich aroma of roasted meat mixed with the malty scent of beer even seeped through the cracks in the window and reached Fubuki's nose.

Fubuki was stunned.

This... what is going on?

It was completely different from the hellish scene she had imagined.

She hesitated for a moment, then focused her gaze.

A simple barbecue grill was placed in the center of the room, with some unknown pieces of meat grilling on it.

A bald man in a cape and a blond cyborg were quickly processing burnt food.

A man with three scars on his face stood motionless.

And her older sister, "Tornado of Terror," is the usually aloof, powerful, and solitary second-ranked S-class character.

Her face was flushed from the alcohol, and her usually disdainful and cold emerald eyes were now watery, with a hint of hazy intoxication and naivety...

Sitting in the lap of a handsome man!

She was holding a bottle of wine in her hand, taking sips every now and then, followed by silly laughter.

The man looked at her with doting eyes, one arm around her waist, the other holding a skewer of grilled meat, which he ate slowly.

A thunderclap exploded in her mind, Fubuki's pupils suddenly contracted, and the thread of reason in her heart almost snapped.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight was filtered through thin clouds, turning into a hazy veil that draped over the slender figure of the woman blowing snow by the window.

What did she see?

My sister... is so intimate with a man?

And this was in this run-down apartment, with a bunch of guys who looked like a complete mess...

Fubuki glanced quickly into the room again, then froze in place.

That man with three hideous scars on his face, who exudes an invisible sense of oppression just by sitting there... isn't he King, the seventh-ranked S-class "Strongest on Earth"?

Why is he here?

And there's that handsome blond cyborg, and the bald guy next to him wearing a ridiculous combat suit...

As a professional hero who knows everything about the Hero Association, Fubuki's information came to mind almost instantly.

S-Class Rank 18, "Demon Cyborg" Genos!

Ranked 16th in S-Class, Saitama, the "Bald Cape Man"!

Two new S-class heroes have joined the Hero Association!

There are four S-class heroes in this room!!

So, that man...

Who is the man who can make my sister curl up in his arms like a docile kitten?

What makes my sister show that kind of expression... that I've never seen before?

Countless question marks swirled in Fubuki's mind, driving her CPU to the brink of exhaustion.

"Huh? Someone's at the door?"

A calm yet slightly playful voice rang out, instantly breaking the lively atmosphere in the room.

Han Sen was the first to notice Fubuki's presence. He looked up, his gaze piercing through the glass, and watched with interest the graceful, yet blank-faced, black-haired mature woman outside the door.

The black, fitted dress perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous curves, and her long, black-stockinged legs gleamed alluringly in the cool moonlight.

Unlike the petite and delicate figure of a young girl, this is a different kind of beauty full of mature charm.

The two sisters are stunningly beautiful in completely different styles.

The tentacles of "Imaginary Divine Power" easily read through Fubuki's chaotic thoughts, which were as chaotic as a storm. Han Sen couldn't help but wink with amusement.

So Saitama and Genos's hero names have already been decided?