Chapter 1: I. Genus.

Dr. I. Genus had been having a bad day. First of all, his assault squadron, made up of the majority of his active creations, was wiped out in a matter of minutes. Barely a few hours later, his home base's top eight floors were incinerated by a crazed cyborg and his bald "mentor", both of whom then proceeded to enter his faculties.

Mere minutes after that, he'd been forced to sacrifice the majority of his clones just to satiate the blood-lust of his most dangerous creation enough for him to approach it and deliver a request. In response, said creation had dragged him around at mach-speed, breaking several bones in the process, as he hunted down the intruders. Only for his greatest work to get reduced to green paste in a single blow by some sort of inhumanly powerful demigod created through the power of . . . basic calisthenics.

And as if all of that wasn't enough, he'd just gotten his body taken over by a random nobody from two dimensions over to the left.

'What the hell is this?!' A large white room made of large white not-concrete blocks. 'How did I get here?!' A massive hole in the wall to my right, edges still red-hot from the friction with the air. 'What the heck is going on?!'

I took it all in with some measure of shock, awe, and horror, even as dozens of memories that both were and weren't mine came to the forefront as an explanation of both the impossibility, and reality, of what I was seeing. 'Is this for real?!'

I was so caught up in my confusion over the circumstances that I barely seemed to notice the pain I was in-'Laceration on my forehead, three cracked rib, broken arm-', my already decent pain-threshold seemingly enhanced beyond the norm. Still, I breathed shallowly, not wanting to aggravate my damaged skeleton if I didn't have to.

'This is . . . !' I knew where I was, of course, I remembered quite clearly. I'd been living here for a while now after all. It was "The House of Evolution", my research faculty.

I was Doctor I. Genus, title endowed by a half dozen different doctorates I'd earned before hitting my twenties. Over the past year alone I'd learned more about biology than most government sponsored labs had in the past two decades.

I'd reversed my own aging, having the body of a man in his early twenties despite being almost a century old. I'd cloned myself nearly a hundred times. I'd built this place from the ground up. I'd done all that, cause I was Dr. I Genus.

Except I wasn't. I was [CENSORED], a lazy, Canadian pseudo-NEET, near recluse who still lived with their parents. I was an A-B student in school, but was never exceptional at anything, and had never even seriously considered going to college.

My modern life consisted of sitting in my room at a computer, watching youtube, reading on and space-battles, goofing off all day, while occasionally helping my parents or doing chores, and waiting for summer to come around so I could go to work in the evenings.

In short, I was nothing like Dr. Genus. So why was I in his lab, his base, his world, and his BODY?!

Yes, suffice to say, I was in some form of shock.

It was strange, walking the familiar halls of a place I'd never been before. I knew every twist and turn. Every nook and cranny. I'd designed this place, after all. But I'd still never been here before. I just had the body/memories of someone who had.

I tried not to think about that as I made my way to the medical faculty. Luckily, the HoE had kept the majority of it's research and equipment in it's underground faculties, with the top eight floors being devoted to a living area, tamer experiments, and being a front for the cult side of the organization the Doctor had used to draw in "willing" human test subjects.

'I can't go ten seconds without thinking something really messed up, can I?' I bemoaned to myself, putting my hand to a palm-reader in order to open the door. Inside was a large medical faculty made to repair Dr. Genus clones. And himself, apparently.

The door opened, and I walked in. It was a decently sized, white, sterile room, with a large examination table and several beds. "I require medical attention." I stated simply, knowing the . . . "nurse", would be able to hear me. Moving to sit down on the examination table, I continued. "A head laceration, a broken arm, and several damaged ribs."

Using my still uninjured arm, I flipped the Doctors ridiculous bangs back and looked around the room. After a moment, I found myself focusing on the massive, two meter wide screen in on the one wall.

'This is weird.' I thought, looking at my reflection in the shiny black surface of the turned off computer even as a Dr. Blythe looking mutant crawled out of the corner with various medical tools clutched in it's spindly arms, and began preparing to inject me with pain-killers and give me stitches.

It had been easy to miss before, what with the pain, but my face felt different. Like it was the wrong shape. Me and . . . the Doctor, seemed to be about the same height, and have body's with similar proportions, so I hadn't quite realized how . . . off, my own skin felt. Like I was wearing a too tight mask, and had gained twenty pounds worth of muscle.

. . . that second thing was, admittedly, not an unpleasant feeling.

'Ok . . . so I've been Isekai'ed. Into One Punch Man. The why doesn't matter, I don't know who's responsible. The how doesn't matter either, it's happened, period. The who . . . Dr. Genus, duh. The when . . . Carnage Kabuto's . . . paste, and the yellow-white blur running off in the distance tell me this is chapter . . . ten? Eleven? About then.' I shook my head.

'Now, what do I do? There's no point worrying about anything else for the moment, I need goals now, before I go insane from the craziness of it all. Dr. Genus just suffered a major defeat, and canonically changed his goals heavily afterwards, so it shouldn't look out of character for me to act differently from him so long as I keep it subtle. Don't need to worry much about his allies finding out for the time being.'

'But what should I actually try and do? Wait for Stich to do his call for criminals to help the association and show up once Garou leaves so I can join the association? No, that feels wrong . . . could be a good way to get funding though, so I'll shelve that idea for the moment.' I grunted in slight pain as Dr. Blythe re-set my arm and injected me with a drug to accelerate bone healing.

'For the time being though . . . the association knows our location, and if I keep running experiments I risk Zombie-man coming after me. Not that I . . . no, I actually do want to run some experiments. Is that just whats left of the Doctor, or . . . ? It doesn't matter, for now, I need to save what resources I can before the Hero Association decides to raid my base.'

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small remote, searching Genus recent memories for how to use it. Turning on the screen, I had to type in a brief, personal pass code to bring up my interface. A few seconds later, and I was placing a call.

"Dr. Genus calling Armoured Gorilla." I spoke. "Come in Armoured Gorilla. Report."

"Dr. Genus!" A surprised voice responded. "Your alive! Does that mean we've w-"

"Saitama reduced Carnage Kabuto to a fine paste with a single backhand and broke out of the faculty through the training room wall, putting an eight meter hole wide hole through it." I cut of the cyborg-mutant. "In light of this utter defeat, I am currently reevaluating . . . my . . . whole life." I sighed, putting as much exhaustion into the sound as possible. "Now, report."

"What?! Kabuto was-!?"

"REPORT!"

"Right! I am currently still inside city Z, recovering from my injuries. I have . . . further confirmed the deaths of Slugerous, Frog-man, Ground Dragon, and Beast King. Kamakyuri was inside of the targets base when we lost contact with him, and therefor I believe it is safe to assume he didn't survive."

"Hmm, I see." I nodded, though I knew he couldn't see it. I'd already know all that, but it was good to have confirmation.

Every monster, well, more mutant, in that group, had been among the strongest the HoE had, with each of them being a dangerous, at least tiger class monster with some ability that I/Dr. Genus, had felt made them especially useful. That said, the only ones that were truly difficult to replace were the demons, Beast King and Armored Gorilla, and even then, it wouldn't be a huge loss.

After all, the House of Evolution had dozens of the Doctor's experiments in storage, most of whom varied from high wolf to mid tiger in threat. It was simply a matter of getting them out of their storage tanks. And the one's that I couldn't replace on the spot? I could clone in a week or two, assuming I could stomach doing that.

Of course, if the Hero's Association sent in a squad in the near future . . . ten A class hero's, maybe one or two dozen B class for backup . . . they could wipe us out in a matter of hours without suffering any casualties.

'We need to change locations.' I thought with a frown. 'Not the first time, though it may be harder than normal, depending on how many clones I have left . . . Dr. Genus, has left . . . But first things first . . . '

"Armored Gorilla, wait along the city's outskirts at . . . " I pulled up a map of Z city and, after a moment's thought, sent him a map with a marker on it. "This location. I will be sending a cleanup crew to recover the bodies, we don't want someone else taking them."

'Or for any birds to eat them and start mutating . . . ' I added mentally before continuing. "Even with your armor destroyed, I assume you are still strong enough to defend and organize such a group?"

"Of course, sir!"

"Good. I'll have a team compiled sent out within the next few hours. Update me if anything abnormal happens in the meantime." I ordered, as the Dr. Blythe, satisfied with the job done on my arm, began to cut off my shirt to get better access to the damaged ribs.

"Of course Sir!" The Gorilla responded. With that confirmed, I shut off the screen, leaving me to, once again, stare at my own face. I looked notably better now that my hair had been straightened out, and the blood cleared away.

Dr. Genus was a rather handsome man, looking like a bishounen character, or someone you'd see in Black-Butler. Though, I'd joked in the past that he looked like Zach Varmitech after a glow-up. Now? I was thinking I was one layer of dark eyeliner away from joining green-day.

I sighed. 'I can worry about my physical changes once I'm sure I'm not going to get sent to a cell for what this guy did before I wound up here. Then . . . I'll get a hair-cut.'

Getting a nod from the still silent Dr. Blythe, I pulled myself to me feet. My arm and ribs were still tender, but I would be fine as long as I didn't put them through to much stress.

"Now." I spoke out-loud. "Let's see how many clones I have left."

Luckily, as Genos had suggested when they first invaded, I still had a handful of clones left. Luckily, because even if I could make more, I didn't think I had the time to grow them, program them, and trouble-shoot them before the H.A. could get to me.

'Of course not accounting for weather or not I could morally stomach making something for the sole purpose of serving me at this point anyway.' I added.

The dozen or so survivors of Carnage Kabuto's rampage were sitting about the command centre in the middle of . . . well, they were sulking, to put it simply.

The clones seemed to have taken Carnage Kabuto's defeat rather poorly, ever more poorly than I/Dr. Genus had. Some of them were laying flat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, others, the same but in the chairs, some of them were sitting on the floor with their backs to the walls and their heads in their hands, and yet others were curled up into the fetal position.

Looking across the control room, I counted a total of 14 different clones, the numbers on their shirts listing them as 29, 17, 100, 10, 84, 47, 53, 98, 25, 12, 99, 57, 8, and 72 when counted from left to right.

Taking a deep breath, I strode into the room, resisting the urge to clap my hands for . . . obvious reasons. "Hey! What are you doing? We need to get ready to leave. The cyborg's destruction of our above-ground levels is sure to have caught someone's attention! We need to evacuate before this base is overrun!"

Out of the fourteen surviving clones, only eight even reacted to my voice, with the other six(mostly the one's flat on the floor or in fetal) reacted to my voice. But, said reaction was only for them to look up dead eye's as I did my best to glare dispassionately. Otherwise, they were silent. Didn't move, didn't speak, didn't get up, nothing.

"Well?" I snapped. "We need to get to work before we loose everything! We don't have the time to sulk!"

Finally, one of the clones, number 72 in the far corner, spoke up. "What's the point?" He sighed. "We've lost, haven't we? That bald man took all our hard work and just . . . " He shrugged, making an "explosion" hand motion. "Phew! Gone." He slumped against the wall, looking down at his feet.

I frowned. I'd expected the clones to be in a bad state emotionally if any of them were still alive, but still. I hadn't expected them to be this . . . depressed.

'Then again, unlike doc G, these guys were literally born for the sake of the HoE's ambitions. They must feel like their life's purpose was blown away with Carnage Kabuto's torso . . . ' I thought, frowning. 'Well then, I need to say something to knock them out of it and get them to work. We only have so much time.'

I thought about it for a moment, before beginning my hastily cobbled together speech. " . . . and?" I stepped forward, getting into Seventy Two's face. "Your point?" I asked him, raising one eyebrow. "Yes our greatest, most powerful creation, the compilation of the better part of a centuries work . . . has been reduced to bloody chunks by a single back-hand from a random nobody . . . so what?"

"But, number ze-" A clone began, only for me to cut them off.

"What is the goal of the House of Evolution?" I snap, looking across the room and meeting the eyes of every clone one by one. I was pleased to see that they were all paying attention by now. "Well?"

"Uh, the, replacement of the human species with a genetically engineered super-mutants?" Number eighty four tentatively offered.

"Creation of a race of superior life forms, surpassing humanity in every way?" Seventeen spoke up somewhat more boldly. I waited for a third option, but after four seconds of silence I continued.

"Good answers." I nodded, crossing my arms across my chest. "But, your wrong. The House of Evolution's purpose is, and always has been, to allow us as individuals to live in a world free of the various things we saw as being wrong with the human race. What you've listed was simply the means to said end." I strode boldly into the centre of the room, head held high, slicking back my hair with one hand.

"And this?" I gestured around at the clones. "That?" I pulled the little remote out of my pocket and brought up the camera's in the test-room, showing the big green stain formerly known as Carnage Kabuto. "Him?" I brought up the image of Saitama. "They change nothing. All this proves is that we cannot make something that surpasses the limits of natural human ability. Nothing more, nothing less."

I turned around and faced the door. "We have not failed, out current method has. So, should we just give up? OF COARSE NOT!" I spun around a big, almost deranged smile on my lips. "We simply need to re-think out methods, and our approach!"

"However, to do that, we need to survive, and maintain access to our resources! And that won't happen if we suffer an invasion before we can recover! I don't care if you don't want to keep working, or just die, or something else! You can do that on your own time, when we know for sure that we're safe!"

I turned around, and opened the door. "I for one am going to go bring the rest of the Ground-Dragon line out of hibernation, get them digging an escape tunnel for us to retreat through, and then send a squad out to collect Armored Gorilla. If you want to come with me, start waking up the other experiments smart enough and cooperative enough to help and get to work!"

As I stepped through the door and into the hallway, I heard the sound of several people rushing to their feet.

Report Logged Sun, June 15, 141 SE.

At 7:35 PM standard time, a massive explosion was detected at the coordinates of site #28457(See Attachment 1), which was recently put under surveillance due to suspicions of being a base for a group of dangerous individuals(See Attachment 2). At 11: 46 Pm, a scouting team was arrived to scope out the situation.

The scouting team returned with confirmation that the base had been completely destroyed with overwhelming firepower, which our demolition experts believe was caused with a single blast(See Attachment 3). Further examination leads us to believe that this is the work of a Cyborg we have been tracking for some time now(See Attachment 4).

Believing further investigation to be necessary, the team examined the rubble, and discovered the entrance to an underground faculty. Attempts to enter said faculty were foiled by a thick wall of dirt, which seemed to have been placed recently. Reinforcements were then called.

An excavation team, backed by a squad of hero's(See Attachment 5) arrived on the site at 1: 13 AM the following day, and began to clear away the dirt. It took six hours of clearing tunnels before anything other than hallways was revealed, and an additional four before anything of value was revealed.

At 11:45 AM, a series of un-buried hallways was revealed. A search of these halls and all attacked buildings revealed a genetic research faculty of some kind. Further examination revealed that it had been used as recently as the day before, though no specimens were found.

All computers seem to have been wiped, and there were signs of large pieces of technology having been ripped out of the walls.

12: 12 AM, the team found what appeared to be the burnt bodies of several hundred different organisms, including humans, monsters and various animals. The autopsy teams have thus far failed to salvage enough genetic data to make any conclusive rulings.

The team clearing the tunnels unveiled a hole in the wall, as well as a hastily dug tunnel in one of the formerly earth-filled hallways at 2: 23 PM. All attempts to follow this hole have been hindered by a series of explosives lining the walls along with the support-beams.

It us our theory that the Cyborg launched an attack on this organization, but was forced to leave or retreat for some reason, leading to the owner's digging an escape tunnel to avoid pursuers for as long as possible.

Further investigation pending

AN: Ok, so I've been reading the original web-comic, and plan to read the manga now, so my muse took a hard right into OPM. Toss in two different OPM SI's popping up, and I couldn't help myself when I got this plot bunny. So, I'm going to run with this one until my muse dies.