Dr. Genus swiftly operated on the holographic screen computer in front of him, and a new project was quickly approved within the system.
He then found a research report from the piles of documents on the table and handed it to Han Sen, saying, "Lord Bug God, I accidentally made a breakthrough in the 'Unlimited Octopus Leg Production' technology before. I have some experience in this area."
He pushed up his glasses, a confident glint flashing in his eyes: "One month! No more than one month, and I should be able to provide a finished product that meets your basic requirements."
"Of course, if you want to improve the conversion success rate, directional controllability, and final product stability of the Monster Cell, it might take longer. This requires a large amount of experimental data for support."
When Han Sen heard Dr. Genus's reply, he had only one thought—
Now, this is what you call professionalism!
I was still wondering if it could be replicated, and he had already planned for subsequent upgrades and modifications.
Indeed, professional matters should be handled by professionals.
Handing over a bag of Monster Cells as experimental material to Dr. Genus, Han Sen also put forward some new requirements.
Firstly, to mass-produce Dragon-level modified Monsters. Their performance doesn't need to reach the level of Asura Kabuto; any Dragon-level is acceptable.
This was because Han Sen had just tasted a bit of sweetness; the Asura Kabuto, whose strength reached the peak of Dragon-level after going berserk, directly contributed nearly 100,000 Origin Points.
Ordinary Dragon-level Monsters might not be as bountiful, but they definitely wouldn't be far off!
Upon hearing this request, Dr. Genus pushed up his glasses, a hint of difficulty appearing between his brows.
Firstly, he was scared by the failed product, Asura Kabuto, and secondly, the various resources consumed to produce Dragon-level Monsters were enormous.
Even with the House of Evolution's accumulated resources over the years, the production capacity would not be very high for a long time.
Han Sen had anticipated this and simply told him to start preparing, assuring him not to worry about materials, safety, and other issues.
Especially regarding safety.
As early as entering the underground base, Han Sen's clone had already infiltrated it beforehand.
Without anyone knowing, even now, Dr. Genus's defense network has not detected any abnormalities.
Although Han Sen trusted Dr. Genus's defection, he wouldn't leave himself without any backup.
After all, this was a supervillain capable of hand-crafting Dragon-level Monsters.
Coupled with the flesh and blood tissue of Monster King Orochi, who knew what the upper limit of such a combination would be.
Leaving Dr. Genus with several long-term projects to tackle, Han Sen left without any reluctance, taking the two newly subjugated Demon-level Monsters and walking away.
Taking control of the House of Evolution was business for him, as it concerned a stable source of Origin Points after the Monster Association's downfall.
But once that was done, the rest was his personal time.
His last field mission was a preliminary re-integration with human society; this time, his main body was sneaking off work, and he was ready to enjoy the prosperity of the human world.
Of course, his old friend King's training progress couldn't be neglected either.
Upon learning the true existence of the absurd phenomenon where Vest Heroes can draw power from their vests, Han Sen was filled with anticipation for cultivating the strongest on the surface.
(King, far away in M City: "Achoo—! Am I catching a cold lately...? No, there's something dirty!!")
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J City, Golden Coast Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Han Sen comfortably lay on a beach chair by the top-floor open-air swimming pool, the sun warming his bronze skin.
His muscles were as smoothly defined as a leopard's, with explosive power hidden in every inch, completely different from the bulky muscles developed through ordinary bodybuilding, and possessing a powerful aesthetic beauty derived from the essence of life itself.
The sea breeze was gentle, and the sun was just right.
His eyes, slightly narrowed behind his sunglasses, admired the magnificent view of the sea and sky merging in the distance.
The matters of the House of Evolution had come to a temporary close, with a clone monitoring Dr. Genus, and Armed Gorilla and Mosquito Girl dispatched to the Monster Association in Z City; there shouldn't be any trouble for a while.
So Han Sen decisively gave himself a vacation.
Having risked his life for the Monster Association for so long, what's wrong with enjoying himself?
(Psykos: "You're full of it...")
"Ding-dong—" The doorbell rang.
Han Sen's mind stirred, and a light blue Psychokinesis extended, automatically opening the door to the presidential suite.
A man, 1.85 meters tall, wearing a black vest, with slightly dark skin but bulging muscles all over his body, walked in.
His face was stern, and three brutal knife scars on his left eye added a touch of ferocity; as he walked, there was an unsettling sense of pressure.
It was the strongest man on the surface—
King.
Clearly, Han Sen wasn't the only one who had rapidly grown stronger over these three months.
Saitama-style training, with remarkable results!
King's current strong and robust physique was no less impressive than that of a bodybuilder.
However, his 'do not approach' aura and a hint of exhaustion deep in his eyes made him look more like he had just survived some hell.
His unique Emperor Engine had unexpectedly received an epic enhancement; now, with just a slight concentration of his mind, the roar from his heart would pound like heavy drums, enough to make ordinary people dizzy and their eardrums ache!
"Yo, King, you're here." Han Sen took off his sunglasses, smiled, and waved, greeting him.
"Mm." King forced out his characteristic dignified smile and nodded, already accustomed to Han Sen using his superpower to open the door from a distance.
However, due to his natural poker face, this smile looked a bit stiff, absolutely capable of scaring three to five passing children to tears.
King walked to the beach chair next to Han Sen and lay down, his movements carrying a hint of soreness from over-training. He picked up a sports drink nearby, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and let out a long sigh, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.
Seeing King's struggle, Han Sen asked knowingly, "How is it? Did you complete today's workout?"
King put down the drink, his deep voice sounding a bit tired: "There's still the last 10 kilometers of long-distance running; today's training is almost over."
As he spoke, his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
Seeing that he was tired but his breathing remained steady, Han Sen raised an eyebrow and praised, "Not bad. It seems you've fully adapted to this training intensity. Remember to maintain it."
King: "..."
He really wanted to say, "I don't want to maintain it at all," but he swallowed the words and instead asked his question: "Han Sen-jun, I've wanted to ask you for a month now."
"The current training effect seems to be less and less obvious. My body seems to have gotten used to it. Do I really not need to increase the workout volume?"
"No need."
Han Sen quickly crossed his arms, forming an 'X' in front of his shining pectorals, signifying 'no'.
This is precisely the workout volume needed; any more...
And it won't be effective!
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