"After mature Infinite Kelp is harvested, its main body can almost regenerate within hours."
Clone 8 pulled up a set of data: "Its biomass contains extremely high energy."
"After purification, it can be converted into highly concentrated nutrient solution, strategic reserve food, new biological fuel, and the perfect culture medium for mass-produced legions."
He concluded: "The success of 'gaia Ranch No. 1' means that we have completely solved the problems of raw material and energy shortages that the base might face in the future, achieving complete self-sufficiency."
"The operations of House of Evolution will never cease."
Hansen looked at the giant kelp forest swaying in the deep blue water, a satisfied smile on his lips.
Although Centipede Elder and Giant Brother's bodies were massive, they were ultimately non-renewable consumables, and there would come a day when they ran out.
However, Infinite Kelp, a special Monster with the characteristic of "infinite proliferation," was the key to sustainable development.
"Very good, you all did well this time," Hansen praised. "Continue to expand the scale. Next time, I will provide even better materials."
"Yes, Boss!"
Ending the communication, Hansen collected his thoughts and turned to go back inside the house.
As soon as he slid open the door, a wave of heat and clamor assaulted him.
"Hansen! Your call took too long! Hurry and help me hold down this madwoman! I can't hold on much longer!!"
Fubuki was entirely hanging onto the rampaging Tornado, her feet off the ground, lifted by Psychokinesis, looking utterly disheveled.
Seeing Hansen return, she looked as if she had seen a savior.
Before, Fubuki would never have dared to call Tornado a madwoman, even if it meant her death.
But now, the relationship between the Psychic sisters was more like that of ordinary sisters, and their affection had grown deeper from the initial cautious distance.
The scene inside the house was a disaster.
Tornado's face was flushed from drinking, and violent green Psychokinesis swirled around her.
She floated in mid-air, pointing at Saitama, who was burying his head in food, and shouted furiously:
"Baldy! What kind of look is that! Are you looking down on me? If you have guts, don't use chopsticks! Let's decide the winner with Psychokinesis! Come on!"
Saitama, his mouth full of Wagyu beef, looked up blankly, his cheeks bulging: "Huh? Psychokinesis? I don't think I have that kind of superpower, do I, Genos?"
Genos, who was frantically learning from King nearby, answered seriously: "No, Teacher, you do not."
"You're really scared! Coward!"
"No, I mean I really don't have it…"
"Shut up! Fight? Fight!"
Tornado was completely drunk, and her Psychokinesis erupted with a bang!
Boom!
The entire apartment building, along with half the block, let out an unbearable roar, and plaster flaked off the walls.
The plates, pots, pans, and even the heavy gas canister on the table all floated up under the influence of Psychokinesis, about to be hurled as weapons at Saitama.
Just as Tornado was about to flip the entire dining table, a hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Hansen's palm pressed onto Tornado's shoulder, and in that instant, the world seemed to hit a pause button.
Tornado's terrifying Psychokinesis, capable of tearing the earth, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The floating tableware returned to its original place as if rewound, and the apartment's tremors ceased abruptly.
"Hm?"
The drunken Tornado, seeing that it was Hansen, grumbled unhappily, like a kitten whose toy had been snatched away.
"What… are you… going to stop me too… go away…"
"Good girl, open your mouth."
Hansen casually picked up a piece of cooked meat that Fubuki had arranged. Tornado subconsciously said, "Ah."
Hansen, quick as a flash, slipped the meat into her small mouth.
"Mmm…"
Tornado's attention was instantly diverted, and she instinctively began to chew.
The top-quality meat melted in her mouth. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she mumbled indistinctly, "…Delicious."
Crisis averted.
Saitama, still shaken, protected his beef: "That was close, I almost couldn't eat."
Genos diligently took notes in his mind.
— The Teacher's composure in the face of sudden situations is worth learning.
"Phew…"
Fubuki finally landed on her feet, collapsing onto a chair as if exhausted, her gaze towards Hansen filled with gratitude and the relief of having survived a disaster.
Bang stroked his beard, his eyes crinkling in a smile: "Haha, Mr. Han Sen always has a way."
"Mmm, more…" Tornado finished one piece, eyeing Hansen's chopsticks with an unsatisfied look.
"Eat it yourself," Hansen put the chopsticks back in her hand.
"Oh…" Tornado obediently sat down and began to tackle the food in front of her, completely forgetting about her earlier intention to fight Saitama to the death.
As night deepened, the hotpot feast continued amidst laughter and Tornado's occasional grumbles.
However, just as the heroes were enjoying this rare peace and deliciousness…
Beneath their feet, deep within the massive Monster lair underground…
A completely different kind of feast was about to begin… Monster Association, deep within the underground base.
There was no warmth of hotpot here, only the bone-chilling cold that spread through the darkness and an unyielding smell of blood.
Inside the cold modification room, the walls flickered with unsettling red light, like a furnace in hell.
On a display cabinet on one side of the room, giant glass jars were arranged, filled with bizarre, distorted biological tissues soaked in liquid.
They had not even lost their vital signs, slowly wriggling in the nutrient solution, emitting suffocatingly evil auras.
"Sonic, and everyone from the Heavenly Ninja Party."
Wind of Cyclone and Flame of Impure Ardor had now completed their Monsterification. Their slender bodies, combined with inhuman faces—one wrapped in a gale, the other with flames burning on his shoulders, elbows, and waist—exuded a powerful oppressive aura.
They stood before Sonic and dozens of surviving ninjas in a condescending manner, their gazes filled with the dominance and arrogance born of power.
"We've kept you waiting. His Majesty the Monster King is busy with myriad affairs, but he hasn't forgotten you… wretches."
Flame of Impure Ardor's Monster face, burning with fierce flames, showed a sneer of mockery.
Sonic's face was grim. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
A hint of disdain and humiliation flashed in his eyes. They were merely trash relying on external power; if they had started on the same line, they wouldn't even see his shadow.
"Enough talk!" he said, his gaze cold and his tone icy. "Why did you call me here? If it's just to humiliate us, I don't mind killing you!"
The Heavenly Ninja Party members next to him were not as unyielding as Sonic.
They already belonged to the surrender faction and knew that Wind of Cyclone and Flame of Impure Ardor were subordinates of His Majesty. Even when openly mocked and humiliated by them, they all remained docile.
Wind of Cyclone and Flame of Impure Ardor exchanged glances, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.
— Were we too polite to this guy when we were serving Lord Poqi? × 2
The next moment, cruel, sinister smiles appeared on the faces of the flame demon and the humanoid cheetah.
"Kill us? Don't be so naive!"
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