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

He collapsed onto the cold floor with a thud, looking disheveled.

Her long, slender legs, encased in thin black stockings, were curled up limply, revealing her delicate, jade-like feet that could be easily held in one hand, making her look even more disheveled.

Fubuki raised her head and looked at the man who remained seated as steady as a mountain in fear.

Han Sen's deep eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

Just being stared at by that gaze was enough to prevent her from even having the thought of resisting.

It was as if the most primal instincts deep within her soul were screaming wildly, demanding that she submit and kneel in worship!

—What...what kind of power is this?

—Just one look from you, and you... rendered me unable to move?

—Who exactly is this man?

Fubuki's mind went blank, completely frozen in place by Han Sen's single glance.

Han Sen withdrew the divine version of Conqueror's Haki that was brewing in his eyes, got up and stretched.

"There are more and more people, and an apartment is too small and inconvenient to live in."

As they spoke, the "Imaginary Divine Power" was quietly activated.

A pale golden light of superpower emanated from the tip of his raised finger.

Under the watchful eyes of all the S-class heroes, the light swept across the solid concrete walls of Saitama's house.

The solid wall twisted and deformed like a fluid, and a doorway connecting to the next room quickly formed in the wall.

Sliding doors that can be opened and closed also appeared out of thin air under divine power.

Pale golden light streamed through the doorway and into the dusty apartment next door.

The next moment, the dust and cobwebs vanished in the golden light, the floor and walls were repaved, and soft lights shone from the ceiling.

A brand-new TV, a soft sofa, a large Simmons bed, a refrigerator piled high with drinks, and even the latest game console and a complete set of professional fitness equipment...

Countless pieces of furniture and appliances sprang up from nothingness like mushrooms after rain and were perfectly placed in every corner of the room.

In this process, Hansen consumed even more of his "imaginary divine power" for creation than a fully-powered "Wandering Emperor".

Destruction is far easier than construction, and creation from nothing is far more arduous than mere destruction.

However, Han Sen plucked the "gods" dry and filled an entire dimensional world with "supernatural power".

Even at this moment, the reserves of divine power are still being replenished!

We don't produce divine power, we're just the movers of zero-yuan purchases!

With such diligence and hard work, this amount of exertion is nothing to worry about.

("God": Something's not right. Have we been giving out too many rewards lately?!)

Everyone present was already used to Han Sen's almost omnipotent superpowers.

Aside from being slumped on the ground, Fubuki's worldview is being repeatedly reshaped.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at Han Sen.

Change the structure of matter?

Is this something that superpowers can do?

Because she herself is a superpowered individual, she understands the limits of superpowers better than others.

Even someone as powerful as her older sister Tatsumaki can only use telekinesis to move meteorites and buildings, causing destruction and movement on a macro level, but she cannot affect reality at such a micro level.

Well, my older sister's style has always been all about brute force and sheer force, simple and brutal.

Rather than superpowers, what Fubuki is witnessing is nothing short of a miracle!

"Alright, everyone who wants to stay overnight can just pick a room."

Han Sen clapped his hands and, like a salesperson showing a house to a boss, gave a very professional introduction.

"Water and electricity are readily available, the network has been upgraded to gigabit fiber optic, all pay channels for TV are available, and the house structure has been soundproofed to ensure that personal privacy will never be leaked."

"……what?"

Saitama, who usually only watches free disaster channels, immediately had his eyes light up when he heard "all the paid channels are available," and instantly sat up straight from the floor.

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He pleaded earnestly with Han Sen, "Han Sen, for the sake of the hotpot, please be sure to subscribe to the pay-TV channels on my TV too!"

"please!!"

Chapter 236 My sister is asking for help!

Genos, who was standing to the side, was about to say, "Leave this kind of thing, which can be solved with money, to me."

However, Hansen's superpowers are clearly faster and more convenient than his money-making abilities.

"No problem, it's a piece of cake. I can also renovate your house while I'm at it."

Han Sen waved his hand readily, and the golden superpower light spread again, enveloping Saitama's room.

The old furniture was bathed in a warm golden light, and in the blink of an eye, it became brand new and clean.

The cracks in the wall caused by the previous earthquake have closed up, and it looks as smooth as if it has just been painted.

In less than a minute, the entire apartment was transformed, becoming clean and bright.

All the paid channels that Saitama wanted were opened up all at once, extending to 99 years later.

"Ha, it's really all on...! Oh my god! I can watch this late-night channel now!"

Saitama casually switched to a few channels, and when he saw a familiar paid icon light up, his bald, strong-looking face broke into a bright smile: "Thank you so much, you've really been a great help!"

"Okay, it's getting late, let's stop here for today."

Han Sen yawned again and then bent over.

He first glanced tenderly at Tornado, who was curled up asleep like a defenseless kitten.

Her petite, youthful figure exuded a faint aroma of milk and alcohol, and her rosy cheeks were irresistibly cute.

Then he glanced at Fubuki, who was lying limp and powerless on the ground with a complicated expression.

Fubuki let out a short gasp, her body instinctively stiffening.

Only then did he realize that the two sisters were already being held easily in Han Sen's arms, one in each arm.

She could clearly feel the astonishing strength and burning heat emanating from the man's arm, and a masculine scent that made her heart race lingered around her nose.

She even forgot how to react.

Han Sen said to Saitama and the others, "You should all get some rest too."

After saying that, he picked up the two sisters, who were very different in style but equally stunning, turned around and walked into the luxurious apartment that he had transformed out of thin air, and slammed the door shut.

Saitama, Genos, and King were left standing there, staring at each other in bewilderment.

King looked at the closed door, then at himself, then at the indifferent Saitama and the thoughtful Genos.

He suddenly felt as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

Tonight...it's going to be quite lively next door!

Fubuki woke up in a splitting headache on the large bed in the luxury apartment.

The hangover left her brain a complete mess. She rubbed her temples and looked around in a daze.

An unfamiliar ceiling, luxurious decorations, and a faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

Last night's memories flashed through my mind in fragments, like broken film reels.

A room full of S-class heroes...

My sister looked drunk...

That man named Han Sen...

And then there's his terrifying aura, the kind that makes your soul tremble with just a glance.

Fubuki sat up abruptly, her heart skipping a beat.

She remembered that she lost consciousness at the end, and it was that man who carried her and her sister into the room.

Fubuki quickly checked herself over and over, finding that her long skirt, stockings, and underwear were all intact and without any signs of being disheveled or torn.

—That guy Hansen, he didn't do anything to me...

—They're not here right now, so…

—How is my sister doing now?

The moment that thought arose, a faint but rapid mental fluctuation pierced her mind like a sharp needle.

This is not language, but a superpowered connection stemming from blood ties.

Fubuki's heart clenched instantly. Ignoring the dizziness from her hangover, she jumped out of bed barefoot without even putting on her shoes.

The source of the telepathy was unusually clear; it was right next door.

She stumbled out of the room and came to another closed door.

That pleading, distress-like emotional fluctuation was coming from behind the door, and it was growing stronger.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fubuki pushed open the door.

The room was dark, with only moonlight filtering through the thin curtains and casting dappled shadows on the floor.

In the dim light, a messy bed occupied her entire field of vision.

Two intertwined shadows were cast on the curtains, and an alluring and decadent atmosphere filled the air.

Fubuki's mind went blank with a "buzz" and completely shut down.

She stood frozen at the doorway, her hands and feet icy cold, as if all the blood in her body had frozen at that moment.

Although the details were unclear, the petite figure and the familiar emerald green telekinetic aura...

Without a doubt, it's her older sister, Tornado!

And who else could be the man who's suppressing my sister but Han Sen?!

"asshole……"

Fubuki gritted her teeth, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

Humiliation, anger, disbelief... a multitude of emotions churned within her, threatening to engulf her.

Just as she was about to rush forward recklessly and tear the man to shreds with "Hellstorm," the mental connection became incredibly clear.

Through the vision of the mental link, she saw her sister's small face flushed with red and sweaty, her emerald green eyes shimmering with water, her gaze hazy and unfocused.

The older sister's body trembled involuntarily, and powerful psychic energy surged uncontrollably around her, but was forcefully and domineeringly suppressed by an unreasonable golden power.

"Fubuki... help me..."

My sister's voice was choked with sobs, filled with unspeakable shame and helplessness, like someone about to be completely overwhelmed by the tide, grasping at the last straw.

That older sister who was always aloof and powerful, so much so that she didn't even have the courage to catch up...

The one who single-handedly protected the world, hailed as the "Strongest Ace of the Hero Association," is none other than "Tornado of Terror"...

They were actually asking her for help!

For the first time in my life.

This was the first time in her life that she had the opportunity to truly help her sister!

An unprecedented sense of mission and responsibility suddenly exploded in Fubuki's heart, turning into an inexplicable impulse.

The lingering effects of alcohol, her sister's vulnerable state, and the intense desire deep within her that had been suppressed for years to help her sister...

A mix of emotions led her to make a decision that even she found unbelievable.

My sister needs her, and that's enough!

"Let go...my sister!"

Fubuki slowly loosened her clenched fist, took a step, and walked towards the large double bed with difficulty but unwavering determination.