: I'll do whatever I want! I am a Homelander

"Great! We're saved! We're really saved!"

From the shadows of the ruins not far away, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd. It was the release of despair that had been suppressed for too long. Some wept with joy, while others embraced each other in celebration, as if they had been forcibly pulled back to the human world from the edge of hell.

"As expected, the Heavenly Overlord Fist is the strongest! I knew it could do it!"

An excited young man waved his arms, his face filled with fanatical worship. In his eyes, Boros's black figure was no longer just a simple hero, but a kind of faith.

"Too strong... Absolutely ridiculously strong! That arrogant monster from before was no match for Lord Boros at all, like a toy."

Another person pointed with lingering fear at the Deep Sea King in the distance, whose leg had been kicked and who was curled up in a pool of blood, his tone filled with disbelief and shock.

"So cool... that overwhelming power, that suffocating sense of security..."

A young girl cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with pink stars, completely forgetting the fear she had just felt.

"Even though Lord Boros is an alien, that perfect physique, that invincible aura... I don't care, I'm still going to marry him! Even if we can't be husband and wife, being his follower is fine too!"

"This is too strong. This level of power is completely different from the previous heroes..."

"That's why I say the association only needs S-class heroes. Is there really any need for the remaining C-class, AB-class, and other heroes?"

At the back of the crowd, a fat young man brushed the dust off his clothes and spoke with a disdainful expression.

His gaze swept across the ruins, contemptuously landing on the lowly heroes still groaning in pain, his tone filled with sarcasm.

"Look, once that weirdo arrives, these people can't do anything. They can only lie on the ground like dead dogs, waiting to die. If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Heavenly Fist, we would be finished by now. Keeping this kind of trash who's dragging us down is just a waste of taxpayers' money."

"Don't put it so harshly. After all, they were risking their lives to protect us just now..."

A young girl wearing glasses next to him frowned and couldn't help but retort in a low voice.

"Anyone can work hard, right?"

The fat man chuckled, put his hands on his hips, and spat everywhere.

"What kind of hero can't defeat monsters? They look no different from us ordinary people, and they can't even run as fast as us. They're just a nuisance, a free kill, and they distract others from rescuing them."

"Hey, haven't you said enough?!"

A young man nearby finally lost his temper, his face flushed red as he rushed forward, grabbed the fat man by the collar, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, as if he were about to strike.

"Why are you taking your anger out on me? Huh? The Hero Association's operating funds come from donations from us taxpayers! Since we're contributing money, they're naturally responsible for protecting our safety!"

The fat man spread his hands in a gesture of surrender, but his face was full of self-righteousness.

"If it weren't for Cangtian Baquan's heroic efforts, we would have been dead long ago. Anyone with a brain could buy time, but what about those so-called heroes? All they did was throw their lives away and wait to die! In my opinion, they don't deserve the word 'hero' at all!"

The well-dressed but repulsive man hiding behind the crowd was waving his hands and pointing at the wounded heroes like a clown.

His words were sharp and sarcastic, attempting to incite and slander those who had built a defense with their flesh and blood, making them utterly worthless through hypocritical rhetoric.

Upon hearing these remarks, Boros felt an overwhelming sense of irritation, and a nameless anger flared up within him!

This scumbag actually stands on a moral high ground, ignoring the brutal reality of the battlefield, wantonly attacking and criticizing those who truly bled and sacrificed their lives. He doesn't care at all that if it weren't for these heroes' desperate resistance, he might have already lost his life.

This is the rule of this world: heroes are no longer ordinary people who stand up for others, but have been alienated into a certain profession, a certain commodity.

When they make mistakes or fail, they are met not with understanding and respect, but with unwavering betrayal and contempt!

"You deserve to die!"

Boros coldly pronounced his verdict in his heart. This distorted value system made him incredibly irritated; he even had an impulse to grind this scumbag who spouted morality into dust.

This desire was even stronger than the impulse he felt today when he was torturing and killing monsters.

Boros took a deep breath, abruptly raised his head, and his voice, as cold as an abyss, suddenly boomed above the noisy crowd:

"This person is a spy from the Deep Sea Clan."

"What? Lord Azure Heaven Overlord Fist, what... what did you say?"

The man who was still shouting froze instantly, his arrogance replaced by fear and panic. He pointed at himself in disbelief, his voice trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

A commotion of surprise and uncertainty erupted from the crowd. Everyone followed Boros's cold gaze and turned to look at the fat man who had just been arrogantly criticizing the hero.

"Why do you think Deep Sea King was able to find this refuge so quickly and accurately?"

Boros spoke slowly, his invisible mental force controlling the fat young man.

"He is not human at all, but a spy who disguised himself as a human and infiltrated the deep-sea race."

As Boros finished speaking, he used his mental power to control the fat young man, causing his limbs to twist and turn like a wild beast, as he lunged at the nearby citizens, opening his mouth to tear them apart.

"Ah! What are you doing! Lord Boros, help me!"

Screams erupted one after another.

Boros watched this scene expressionlessly, then moved.

The fat man's chest exploded with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of blood mist and bits of flesh that scattered across the ruins.

"Phew... Great, so he was a spy. No wonder he was targeting the hero earlier..."

A survivor collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, patting his chest in lingering fear.

"Yeah, yeah, now that I think about it, he was saying some really nonsensical things..."

The surrounding crowd echoed their agreement.

Some clever people did discover some suspicious points, but they were quickly drowned out by the voice of the masses.

"Although this plan is clumsy and full of flaws, what does it matter? What can they do even if they see through it?"

"I am Boros, and I can do whatever I want!"

Boros finally felt a surge of exhilarating pleasure!

"Phew~"

That was awesome! Even more awesome than that!

It's ten times more satisfying than beating up a monster!!!

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The next day, the commotion of the deep-sea tribe had subsided. It was a beautiful, sunny day, with sunlight lazily streaming through the French windows onto the living room carpet, and fine dust particles floating in the air.

Boros sat on the soft sofa, a semi-transparent system panel floating in front of him, visible only to him. He stretched out a finger and unconsciously tapped the number in the air, his mind rapidly reviewing the events.

"The previous balance was 34 points, and the current total is 115 points, with an increase of only... 81 points..."

Boros's breathing paused for a moment. Images of yesterday's battle and the figures of several Dragon-level monsters flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

"Dragon-level? Three? 81 points? Is that right?" Boros's lips twitched.

"Those dragon-level creatures yesterday, apart from White Elf, were really weak. Damn, those three were useless. They didn't even give us as much as the vaccine guy."

"The fluctuations in water levels between Dragon-level beings are truly enormous," Boros sighed, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window. He couldn't help but curse under his breath, adding the remaining energy points to his stamina. As his body changed, the energy level on his panel increased to 65 points.

I've already maxed out all four dimensions, and my strength has completely transformed to a new level. However, I can't add any more points unless I can accumulate 200 dimensional energy points to break through the limiter again.

Looking at the cold, hard "200" dimensional energy points required on the system panel, Boros felt that the task was arduous and the journey seemed endless.

"Where's Genos? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Saitama sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, his fingers flying across the game controller. Without even turning his head, he casually asked a question.

Don't get me wrong, this guy isn't missing Genos at all. He's just hungry and eagerly waiting for Genos to show up and bring over his ever-present hot breakfast.

Boros took a sip of his cola and said:

"Ah, his machine was badly damaged yesterday; it'll probably need some maintenance at the factory. By the way, Baldy, where were you yesterday? I didn't see you fighting any monsters!"

Saitama turned his head and scratched his head, saying, "Oh, really? Genos got hurt? That's so careless... I was heading that way yesterday, but I somehow got lost halfway there. Then I saw you flying by in the sky, so I didn't go."

Boros: ...

Are you sure you're lost? Or did you just see a naked Sonic running around and excitedly chase after him?

"Hey, Pineapple Head, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing, Baldy. I'm asking you, what would you do if you saw a naked man on the street?"

"Why would you ask such a pointless question? You should just arrest him and hand him over to the police, wouldn't that be the act of a perverted exhibitionist?"

"Hehehe, is that so?"

As they were talking, the old door was gently pushed open, and Genos appeared in the doorway.

"Ah, Genos! You've come!" Saitama's previously lazy gaze instantly focused, locking onto the plastic bag in his disciple's hand like two searchlights. He tossed aside the controller and leaned in without any regard for appearances:

"Pineapple Head was just saying you got beaten up badly, but I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. That's great! I haven't eaten yet, what delicious food did you buy?"

Genos respectfully replied, "Yes, Saitama-sensei. Thanks to Dr. Kusno's ample reserve of spare bodies, I only underwent a simple body replacement and am now fine."

As he spoke, he skillfully placed the breakfast from the bag onto the table. "I bought some congee, boiled eggs, and milk."

Upon hearing this, Saitama eagerly grabbed an egg, cracked it open, and shouted, "Everyone, come and eat!"

"Professor Boros, your hero ranking has risen again; you are now ninth in S-class."

Genos arranged the breakfast neatly and then spoke to Boros.

Boros merely glanced up casually. "Oh, really?"

Genos continued:

"Have you been paying attention to the Hero Association's official website lately? Your popularity is incredibly high right now. The forums and message boards are flooded with messages, and your fan base is growing very rapidly. I heard you're almost catching up to Sweet Mask."

"Compared to all this, isn't anyone talking about the people I killed in the shelter yesterday?"

Genos nodded:

"There are some conspiracy theories circulating about this, but most people don't believe them and trust the teacher more..."

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