Facing Psykos's shock, Hansen merely said casually, "'Orochi,' that fool's era is long past. Now, the Monster Association is mine."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it was exceptionally resonant and powerful, echoing through the empty throne hall. Every word carried an undeniable weight.
"Executives aren't just appointed because they reach Dragon-level disaster."
Hansen's scarlet gaze swept over the woman in his arms, whose delicate body trembled slightly. A cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Including Sonic and the Heavenly Ninja Party members who had just completed Monsterification, the number of legitimate Dragon-level Weirdos under his command was already taking shape. Both in quantity and quality, it far surpassed Orochi's period. Reorganizing the Monster Association was inevitable.
Psykos: "..."
Although the previous era was indeed ruled by Orochi, in reality, it was she who had established all the systems of the association from scratch and strategized behind the scenes... But this thought merely flashed through her mind before she forcibly extinguished it.
She felt the terrifying, star-core-like heartbeat emanating from beneath the man's chest plate and knew very well that she had no right to bargain.
"Alright, you are the Monster King. You call the shots."
"Executives must also compete for their positions."
Hansen's slender fingers gently pinched Psykos's small, delicate chin, forcing her to look up and meet his burning, scarlet eyes. "Not everyone is qualified to stand behind me."
Psykos's breathing suddenly hitched.
The wine glass in her hand gently swayed, and the crimson liquid rippled in circles.
She was well aware of the bloody implications behind Hansen's words.
Monsters are twisted products born under the rules of chaos, violence, and destruction. They worship absolute power and believe in the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.
To establish order among such a group of lunatics and Monsters, the only way is to use more brutal violence to crush all disobedience and nip all signs of rebellion in the bud!
She seemed to already see a bloody storm, sweeping across the entire Monster Association, about to be unleashed.
"But... many Monsters won't listen," Psykos's voice carried a barely perceptible tremble.
"Then kill all those who don't listen," Hansen's tone was flat, completely unconcerned. "Order will be built upon their corpses."
"The Monster Association only needs loyal and useful tools; it doesn't need waste."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a barely suppressed gasp of excitement came from the shadows beside the throne.
"Your Majesty... you are so right!"
'Whip S' emerged from the shadows. She knelt on the ground in adoration, her special black leather whip excitedly twitching on the carpet, making soft'snap, snap' sounds.
"All the scum who dare to defy you deserve only to be trained as slaves!"
"Please allow me to use my whip to teach them how to beg and to let their wails become the foundational music of your new order!"
She raised her head, her gaze towards the throne distorted with fanaticism, as if Hansen was the only deity in her life, the ultimate object of all her sadistic desires.
Psykos silently glanced at her, feeling helpless to complain in her heart.
Hansen approvingly looked at his number one sycophant (Pochita: Meow, meow, meow?), then ignored Whip S's fervent speech.
His fingers slid across Psykos's tender cheek as he continued, "This is the first topic. The second topic is about the future development of the Monster Association."
He raised his other hand, and a wisp of golden Imaginary Divine Power slowly flowed from his fingertips, constructing a holographic light-and-shadow logo in mid-air, full of futuristic technological flair—
"Neo. Heroes."
"Due to the existence of Monsters, heroes have become dominant in this world. Their social status even surpasses that of the government."
"This new generation hero organization has vast capital support behind it, and your recent actions have also accumulated considerable public prestige for it," Hansen's gaze was profound. "It's a perfect shell."
Psykos instantly understood Hansen's intention, and her naturally enchanting light green eyes lit up astonishingly: "You want to... seize 'Neo. Heroes' and turn it into our spokesperson on the surface?!"
"Exactly," Hansen's lips curved into an ambition that could be called grand. "The Monster Association and Neo. Heroes, one controlling chaos, one maintaining order."
"One stands in the shadows, one walks in the light."
"The surface and the underground, two worlds, inside and out, will all be under my rule."
Psykos: "..."
The Monster King's grand vision clearly ran contrary to her original intentions.
But circumstances were stronger than individuals, especially after witnessing Hansen's god-like power.
She knew that her only choice was to fully assist this unfathomable man.
In his shadow, perhaps she could still carve out a place for herself.
"I understand. I will go arrange the second Monster conference immediately."
Psykos respectfully sat up from his embrace. Her silk nightgown slipped down with the movement, revealing a large expanse of smooth, fair skin.
Yet, she was completely oblivious, her mind already rapidly conceiving the details of the plan.
Hansen nodded in satisfaction, leaning lazily back into the throne, enjoying as Mosquito Girl, kneeling beside him, carefully held a peeled, glistening grape with her cherry lips and offered it to his mouth... On the surface.
In a room filled with mysterious gypsy decor, sandalwood smoke lingered, and the light was dim.
A gaunt old woman with a wrinkled face, draped in a fortune teller's robe, with a string of large cyan beads around her neck, sat motionless before a giant crystal ball, a meter high.
She was no ordinary old woman, but the Great Prophetess, Hibava, whose predictions were 100% accurate.
At this moment, Grandma Hibava's cloudy eyes were fixed on the interior of the crystal ball, where chaotic streams of light spun rapidly, eventually converging into a series of blurry and terrifying images.
Her cloudy eyes focused again on the crystal ball, her lips opening and closing silently, as if communicating with a being from another dimension.
Suddenly, her eyes widened sharply, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.
"Oh, no... this is terrible..."
She used all her strength, all her might, to let out a hoarse scream, her voice filled with unprecedented fear.
"Earth... Earth is doomed..."
"Cough... cough, cough, cough..."
Before she could finish a sentence, she burst into a violent fit of coughing, as if her lungs would come out.
The young assistant nearby was greatly alarmed and quickly brought a cup of warm water and skillfully opened a box of throat lozenges.
"Hibava-sama, are you alright? Did you see something again?"
The assistant asked anxiously.
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