Tired Genus

Five minutes earlier.

"Sensei, we've arrived," said Genos with a cold expression.

"This is the so-called House of Evolution."

"One, two, three, it has eight floors," Saitama counted, looking troubled.

At this moment, Genos' arm lit up with red light and suddenly thrust forward.

Boom! Flames soared, thick smoke billowed.

The building collapsed!

As the dust settled, Saitama looked puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Genos replied nonchalantly, "Because I think this is a good way to take care of them all at once."

That made sense.

Saitama rubbed the smooth back of his head, "The enemy must have made a lot of preparations. At least let them put up a fight, maybe?"

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something.

He tore open the heavy iron door as if it were paper.

"Genos, there's a secret passage here."

"What? So the enemies aren't in the building, but underground! As expected of Saitama-sensei. Nothing escapes your eyes," Genos said in awe.

"Time is of the essence. Let me take the lead," said Genos eagerly.

Saitama had no objections.

"Okay."

With that, the master and disciple entered the secret passage one after the other.

After a while, two tall figures approached from the distance.

One had long blond hair and a fierce face with three scars; the other had black hair and blue eyes, with a handsome face and a surprisingly young appearance, but exuded a calm demeanor.

It was none other than King and Jon, who came to investigate the secret organization!

"Mr. King, it seems someone has beaten us to it," Jon, familiar with the plot, naturally knew that the scene in front of them was caused by the Caped Baldy and his disciple Genos.

(Scary, I don't want to go into this place. I just want to go home and play games!)

King said solemnly, "In that case, let's go down as well."

(No, I can't say something so cowardly. I can't say it!)

Jon couldn't hear the little drama in King's mind. He swiftly entered the underground research facility.

The corridor was dark.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

King was trembling and his legs shook uncontrollably, but his expression remained as calm as ever.

"For safety, let's stick together, Skywalker," he said.

(Help! I don't want to explore this terrifying place alone. I'll definitely be killed by monsters!)

Jon paused, then smiled, "Sure."

S-Class Hero No. 8 (×) Humanoid Lucky Cheat (✓)

The further they went, the more gruesome the scene became.

Countless bodies laid on both sides of the corridor.

King's heartbeat grew louder and louder.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

To avoid misunderstanding, he explained, "It seems there's a big shot inside."

In a sense, King's words were not wrong at all.

Jon couldn't help but smile deep down.

Just then, an extremely dangerous feeling struck!

Without thinking much, he hurriedly shielded King in front of him and layered himself with buffs.

"What's wrong! What's happening?" King couldn't keep up his character in the face of crisis.

Jon didn't say anything and cautiously observed the situation.

Then, "Nothing much, just someone missed out on a supermarket sale and decided to vent."

King: ??? 

On the other side, in the battle laboratory.

"How... how could this happen!"

Dr. Genus was stunned by everything in front of him.

His trump card, the most ferocious, inhumane, and at the same time, the most powerful modified creature, Carnage Kabuto, had turned into a puddle of flesh.

Just who was this bald guy?

"Saitama-sensei, the supermarket closes at 22:00. It's only a four-hour round trip. If we leave now, we can make it," Genos said with a solemn tone despite his head adorned with an explosive hairstyle.

Hearing this, Saitama's spirits lifted. "Really?"

Genos nodded.

In that case, there was no time to waste!

Caped Baldy focused his power on his legs and pierced through the thick walls of the research institute like an arrow leaving a bow.

Seeing this, Genos quickly followed suit, activating his rocket thrusters at full power and disappearing in an instant.

Dr. Genus sat unconsciously on the ground, muttering to himself, "There's no point in this useless research. I'd better do something else."

What biological research! What cellular engineering! What genetic modification! In the end, he lost to a cloak-wearing bald guy who appeared out of nowhere.

Dr. Genus's mouth twitched.

Instead of toiling away between specimens and adults all day long, he'd rather sell takoyaki on the street, free and easy!

Just as the disheartened Dr. Genus was about to tidy up and leave the laboratory, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ah, found it."

Following the sound, Dr. Genus shuddered.

The newly promoted S-Class Hero No. 3, Skywalker! S-Class Hero No. 8, the Strongest Man On the Earth, King!

"Skywalker, I'll leave this to you. I'll go elsewhere," King said in a low voice with solemn expression.

Jon gestured OK, "No problem."

"Okay."

With that, King left on his own.

Dr. Genus felt slightly relieved when he saw King leave.

After he was out of Dr. Genus' sight, King slumped down while holding his head with his hands.

(What the hell is that pile of flesh? It's so scary! I want to go home! Ugh!)

King was quite startled by the sight of Carnage Kabuto's corpse. If Jon hadn't been present, he would have vomited on the spot!

"All right, it's just the two of us now," Jon said to Dr. Genus. "You are suspected of illegal genetic experiments and disrupting social order."

Before he could finish, Dr. Genus raised his hands.

"Okay, you don't have to say anymore. I did everything. I'm willing to confess."

Nothing was more heartbreaking than when your hope was crushed.

After struggling for a lifetime for his ideals, what was left of himself?

Dr. Genus forced a bitter smile.

Perhaps spending the rest of his life in prison wouldn't be so bad.

Jon blinked.

No, how can someone who has mastered cloning technology and developed a potion for rejuvenation be compared to a mere small fry?

You were accused of a crime, and you were just lying there.

You being so useless made it difficult for me.

With a light cough, Jon said, "Genus, are you really willing to give up your research career?"

Dr. Genus raised his head.

"What do you mean?"

Jon raised a finger, "I can give you a chance to atone for your actions."

Atonement.

Was I really guilty? I just wanted to help humanity evolve, to transform into a more perfect form!

Dr. Genus chuckled.

Well, after thinking it over, he accepted Jon's conditions.