Chapter 11 is up! I've hit over 20,000 views, and I couldn't have done it without your views, so thanks a lot for your attention guys!

Another warning: Some more Webcomic Spoilers! So for hardcore manga readers, stop being so stubborn and read the webcomic. Also, I'm going to be use a lot of information from the manga, so there are going to be a lot of events that already happened that I'll vaguely introduce. And I'll slightly alter some of the manga events as well.

In this one, you won't be seeing as much Saitama, and you'll even get to see a little backstory on the mysterious doctors. But for some, sad to say that there's going to be next to no fighting, so if you don't like background stories, you might want to skim through this one. Enjoy!

Things were transgressing very quickly after Saitama's promotion to S-class.

As soon as they were done with the confectionary display, Bofoi hurriedly forced all of them back on the drone. In fact, he was so ready to leave the sight that he actually left Saitama behind. Although all of them knew that the drone was only slowing him down, and this was proven to be right, for as soon as the rest of the group reentered Bofoi's laboratory, they saw Saitama calmly drinking a glass of lemonade and even snacking himself on the bag of pretzels secretly stowed away in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"You know Stitch, I might just come down here more often. You've got some pretty awesome snacks here."

"ENOUGH WITH THIS POPPYCOCK!" said an angered Bofoi. They had wasted enough with this useless malarkey; all he cared about was integrating the alien technology into his own missile system, and things like who deserves the credit for defeating mysterious beings, or how tasty his coffee, the lemonade, or the pretzels are. This was completely irrelevant. "Saitama! Move yourself to the testing site and immediately get prepared for testing!"

"Alright Alright! Relax! I'm going…" Saitama promptly rose up from his seat and walked to the nearest door in the laboratory.

"Does he even know where he's going?" said Dr. Kuseno.

Bofoi covered his eyes with his hands in disappointment and irritation. "No. No he doesn't…"

"Hey how come there's a bed in here? You want me to nap in here? Because that sounds like it's around my ballpark."

"You're in the wrong room!" shouted Bofoi.

"Oh…" Saitama perked his hand out of the door. "My bad. Sooo… Where do I go?"

Bofoi snapped his finger to his right, his hand still covering his left eye. "There."

"Cool." With a casual stride, Saitama walked into Bofoi's hamster ball, knowing full well that today, Saitama was the hamster.

"Brother!"

"Yes?" Dr. Kuseno was sitting on Bofoi's chair, with Genos standing right beside him, staring at Metal Knight's computer monitors.

"Login into my computer system, pull up the files on all of the notes I've taken so far on the pod, and get yourself affiliated with my work. I expect you to be completely up to speed by the time I'm finished with my tests."

"Will do."

"I also want you to uplink my system with your computer's database and download all of the information you've obtained so far on that scouter you retrieved."

Dr. Kuseno hunched uncomfortably, something that his older brother took notice of. He always scrunched in that same position whenever he was caught in a lie. "Is there a problem with that?"

Despite the dangers they were in, Dr. Kuseno was still having a difficult time reinstating the trust he lost in Bofoi all those years ago? Could he really trust his brother with this information?

He stiffened. This was beyond petty squabbles. In order for this to work, they would need to know everything. "No. Not at all."

"And Sitch!"

The minister was quietly waiting beside the door, his eyes staring at the floor, seeing if the heroes needed anything else. "Yes Metal Knight?"

"Call my former assistant into the lab. Don't go into details; just tell him the bare necessities. My brother will get him up to speed on everything we've learned so far."

"I'll do so right away!" And like that, Sitch scurried off like a paperboy leaving from the Post Office to deliver his papers. "Now that that's all said and done, I can finally get down to business."

"One thing brother."

Bofoi groaned. "What?" He turned to his brother, and he was taken aback at his iron-hardened eyes.

"Trust is a two way streak. In order to work properly, you and I can't keep secrets from each other. Can you manage that?"

For a moment, both brothers remained silent, staring at each other just as they had done a few hours ago, their eyes stalking the other's to see what they were thinking. Genos took this in with deep fascination and slight worry. 'This must be asking a lot from Bofoi,' thought Genos to himself.

After an eternity of silence, Metal Knight let out a slight chuckle. "Ok brother. We'll work together, side-by-side just like the old days. Oh, and the login password is on my desk." Those were his last words before he strode into the lab to prepare to examine his phenomenal specimen.

Sweat beads were already beginning to fall down Dr. Kuseno's face, and he hadn't even started working. Hopefully, his brother's note taking wasn't as abysmal as it was during their adolescence, or else Dr. Kuseno would have no chance of learning anything about the space pod.

The doctor swerved into the roller seat. But when he saw the password written on the paper, he frowned.

"What is the problem?" said Genos.

"VERY FUNNY BROTHER! IT'S NOT EVEN CLEVER!" Bofoi let out a hardy chorus of laughter.

"What?"

Dr. Kuseno sighed and gave Genos the paper. Genos let out a slight gasp. "Pooseno?"

"Yes. Now you see how immature my brother can be." Dr. Kuseno typed in the passcode, and the screens flared to life. "Genos. Would you mind pulling up a seat and accompanying me?"

"Of course doctor." Genos briskly pulled up one of the wooden chairs and sat on the doctor's right-hand side. "It will be just like 4 years ago, when I was showing you your schematics."

Genos smiled. "Yes it will Doctor."

So the seconds ran by. Seconds became minutes, and Genos patted his hands on his lap and watched the doctor carefully reading the notes Metal Knight had already taken, as well as a few model sketches of what Bofoi had managed to confidently determine about the pod. But there were still some important he wanted to ask Dr. Kuseno, and he could think of no better time to ask then now.

"Dr. Kuseno, there's something I am very curious to know."

"Oh?"

"Now I understand why you this topic would be uncomfortable for you, but it's something I must know."

Dr. Kuseno arched his eyebrow. "Ok?

"What happened with you and Bofoi?"

Dr. Kuseno's fingers stopped clicking on the keyboard. Dr. Kuseno did not look at Genos, but stared solely at the white monitor screens placed above the central computer monitor. "Why…" said Dr. Kuseno, his tone unusually somber, "do you want to know?"

"The way you speak to Bofoi, you sound spited, enraged, and almost disgusted to be in his presence. I've never seen you so filled with hatred, and I want to know why."

Genos laid his hand on the doctor's shoulder. "You were there for me in the darkest of times. You helped me progress through the worst of times and helped me understand myself better than ever before. Let me do the same for you. Please."

Silence, and still Dr. Kuseno did not move an inch. If Genos still had a functioning heart, it would have tightened. Did he go too far? Did he upset the doctor?

The doctor sighed in acceptance. "You're right Genos. You deserve to know what happened between Bofoi and me, and exactly what my "

Genos let out a sigh of relief and proceeded to let go of the doctor's shoulder. "Thank you doctor."

Dr. Kuseno spun his seat around, and sat in comfort as he prepared to tell Genos his childhood like a grandfather regaling his story to his circle of grandchildren. "I suggest you get comfortable, because this will take some time."

"It all goes back to my earliest memories of childhood. Back in those days, Bofoi and I were almost inseparable. As children, we would often stay indoors, regularly constructing Lego sets or playing on our advanced gaming systems. Luckily for us, we were rather opulent. Not like millionaires, but one could say we were close to that marker, and as such, my brother and I always had the pleasure of being entertained.

"My mother worked as a mechanical engineer and created both computer and weapons systems for the government. My father worked as a biomedical and medical engineer, testing new machinery to help hospital patients in critical care such as cancer patients.

"Both Bofoi and I were absolutely fascinated with our parents work. It might be rather cliché, but both of us wanted to follow in our parent's footsteps. Ever since I can remember, my mother and father would show us prototypes of their earliest models; they even let us look at the blueprints. Both of us would constantly pester and pester our parents, asking them when we could go visit their workplace. It was only at the age of 10 that we were first able to tour the facility in which they worked.

"For the two of us, it was like a magic wonderland. We explored every area we could with our parents, surveyed the manufacturing lines in which the machinery was assembled, looked through our parents offices, which were coincidentally next to each other thanks to the kindness of their head supervisor, and best of all, got to see the laboratories where my mother and father each individually worked.

"From that day forward, our brotherly bond was only strengthened. We upgraded from building Lego pieces to tinkering with spare parts from our mother and father's unfinished models.

"Now, it was when we were 16 that we really put our technological prowess to the test. In our private school, we began working on creating robots. With my knowledge on optic controls, code encryption, sensory systems and Bofoi's expertise on robotic maneuverability, robotic systems, and the general exoskeleton frame, we could create astounding robots. We often participated in statewide tournaments. We'd win every single time thanks to my coding skills and Bofoi's superb weaponry and maneuverability he would equip. At the end of the finals, our father would give us both warm hugs, and my mother gave us a list of all of the inconsistencies in our work after warmly embracing us.

"After graduating from high school, we went to very prestigious college in C-City. Both of us did. We just worked together better, like a dynamic duo. After graduating, we worked in the same company our parents did. At the time, they were already retired, so we didn't work aside them. But we started growing restless, our ambitions becoming greater and greater. We wanted to be free to create our own inventions, get whatever resources we looked without approval from our superiors. That was when Bofoi suggested to me that we create our own company. I thought it was crazy. Neither one of us knew a single thing about managing a company. But that didn't stop Bofoi. I remember what he said to me: "I'll do anything it takes in the name of Scientific Evolution."

"It was only until years later I would understand what he meant. Although we never got in the prospect of managing our own company, we were still able to accomplish a considerable amount or projects on our own free time. To me, it was amazing. Bofoi was able to bring in a constant stream of income for the both of us, not including the income we received from our jobs. However, one day, I came upon some very sketchy composite sketches of missiles.

"While on one hand, I would occasionally tinker in that area with Bofoi and create a few models ever now and then, these designs were much larger in comparison, with many more explosive materials than one would expect. I then recalled that Bofoi would leave work for a few days ever 3 weeks or so, and never told me what he would do during these periods of time. This was a very strange conundrum, and too odd to be just a mere coincidence. So I decided to follow Bofoi on one of his outings.

"For the oddest reason, Bofoi went to a very barren desert in City L. There weren't any signs of life for miles. Just miles of mountains and deserts spanning in all directions. To make sure I wouldn't be seen, I kept a distance of about a few miles from the black jeep Bofoi was driving in. He kept on travelling through this desert by car for about thirty miles. He finally stopped around the 35th miles, in front of a dimly lit, very run down area filled with concrete houses and men with large guns. I was able to watch him by using a highly advanced scope lens I developed just for the occasion. Bofoi got out of the car and walked out to meet a man with rags for clothing. I looked to my right, and saw large crates being moved by a crane. Bofoi was receiving a large briefcase of money from this man, with smiles on both of their faces. But then the pieces finally started coming together. I didn't want to believe it, I kept trying to think of any other possible explanations, but only one was firmly set in my heart: Bofoi was selling weapons to terrorists.

"I can't quite remember what I did next. All I remember was that I drove off into the night sky, my hands clenched to the steering wheel as hard as I could, like I was trying to choke the life out of it to relieve my internal pain and anguish.

"I took a plane and went back home. I didn't have the heart to tell my parents about what I had discovered, and the only thing that could help ease the stress was being around. The only thing I could do was confronting Bofoi about this double life. One day later, his head came peering through my laboratory door, looking happier then ever. However, that smile faded when he saw those feelings weren't reciprocated. Even 30 years later, I can still remember exactly how that confrontation went.

"Why?"

Bofoi gave him a questioning look. "Why what?"

"Why would you lie to me? Do business behind my back?" Bofoi's neutral face scrunched, both shocked and stuck as to how he figured it out, and what he would say to him. "What did you see?" was the first thing that Bofoi could think of saying.

"I followed you after I saw some of your missile schematics. How could you do this?" Dr. Kuseno shot up from his chair. "Why would you sell weapons to terrorists for profit?"

"I'm not the one who does the illegal activities," protested Bofoi, determined to prove his side right. "All I did was give them the weapons to do so. It's merely conducting business."

"SELLING WEAPONS IS THE SAME AS PULLING THE TRIGGER YOURSELF!" shouted Dr. Kuseno.

"It's also the same as not firing it at all," said Bofoi, his voice still evenly toned. "If those terrorists want to terrorize society, there isn't a lot anybody can do to stop them. Think about everything we've accomplished." Bofoi grasped his little brother's shoulders. "Look at everything we've been able to achieve since graduating. You've actually managed to create prototypes of prosthetic limbs. Think about how many lives that could be saved with that. Not only that, but with my newly improved weapons system, no citizen will have to worry about threats from those terrorists or mysterious beings. By the time those terrorists will use those missiles I traded them, I'll have created an entirely different arsenal that could knock those archaic tin toys out of the sky! Brother, together, we could become the greatest scientific minds in history. Who cares about the few lives that could possibly be snuffed when we can not only help thousands of people, but also advance our technological bounds to unprecedented heights?"

The room stood deathly silent. The electronic fans spun in the room, and even the tick tocks of the clock reverberated across the cement walls. Bofoi was staring into the eyes of his little brother, hoping that he could agree with his ideals. He wanted him by his side. They had been through so much together, and if he were being honest with himself, it would have taken a much longer time to achieve this level of technological prowess without his support. Little did he know that this was what was running through his little brother's mind as well. The two sides of Dr. Kusenos mind were battling with each other. What should he do? Should he allow this to continue, to work beside his brother knowing they were funding their research with blood money? Or should he walk out of the room right now, severing the bond they spent years developing? What would he do?

The tension tightened. Bofoi's heart constricted as his brother brushed his hands off of his shoulders with inhuman strength and walked to the door. Bofoi wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. His brother was betraying him. Abandoning their bond in exchange for minute, miniscule morals that barely mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Something changed. Something in Bofoi's heart darkened, turned an ugly shade of black. His eyes went from warm and filled with life to cold and analytical. His saddened face turned into unmovable concrete. He scoffed. "Very well brother. You've made your choice, and I've made mine. I just didn't expect you to be so weak on the inside."

Dr. Kuseno placed his hand on the door, and turned to meet his brother's gaze. "I didn't spend all those years learning to help people just to stab them in the back. I won't stop you brother. All I can say is that I hope you do well in your ventures. Goodbye brother."

"Farwell, little brother."

"And that was the end of our brotherly partnership. I vowed from that day on to never have my technology be used to hurt the innocent. It was only 10years later that we would be reunited at our parent's funeral. The most we exchanged was some pleasantries."

"And how long ago was that?"

"30 years ago." Dr. Kuseno sighed. "So now you know."

Genos sat in a self imposed state of awe and somberness. He placed his hand on the doctor's shoulder once more. "I'm so sorry doctor. I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you, staying away from your brother for decades on end."

"Well, there's no use dwelling on the past." Genos shook Geno's hand off his shoulder and began rapidly typing on the computer, resuming his work. "All that matters is finishing our work and saving humanity. This minutia is water over the bridge. Say, do me a favor and get me some of those pretzels Saitama was talking about?"

"Ok…" Genos uneasily got up from his seat and slowly walked over to the door. He gave one last sorrowful look at the good doctor before leaving him to his work. But in an instance, he was jostled and pushed to the side by a child. The child frantically entered the room, turning and observing the laboratory. When his eyes caught the space pod, he slapped both of his hands against his cheeks and gasped in excitement. "HOLY MOLY!"

"Wait a minute..." Genos recognized that face at the last S-class meeting. The youngest hero registered in the Hero Association. S-class, Rank 5: Child Emperor himself. The 10 year old child eyed the ship, looking at it through every different angle he could, banging on the surface of the ship's exterior as he did so.

"Ah. You must be Child Emperor." Dr. Kuseno walked up to the child, who eyed him with an air of confusion and suspicion. "And just who are you?"

"I'm Bofoi's younger brother." Child Emperor's eyes widened. "Really? Bofoi never talked about his family while I was working under him."

"Understandable. My namd is Dr. Kuseno, and I must say, your jovial attitude reminds me of myself when I was your age." Child Emperor nodded. "It's just that I never thought I'd get to see such advanced alien technology up close." Child Emperor then noticed a red object in his right palm. "What is that device?"

Dr. Kuseno looked at the scouter and gave it to Child Emperor, who like Bofoi studied it in fascination. "This was one of the scouting devices that Genos, or Demon Cyborg as you might know him, retrieved from the battle site of the two dragon level mysterious beings that were defeated a week ago. It's able to detect the precise energy levels of any warrior."

Child Emperor smiled in delight. "A device that detects the energy level of warriors? I was tinkering with that same concept, but I was never able to get it into full swing!"

"If you would like, I'll show you everything me and Bofoi have uncovered about the alien technology so far," said Dr. Kuseno.

"WOULD I?!" And just like that, the two scientific geniuses had struck up an odd but strong bond. Genos let out a small smile. There was truly no other man like Dr. Kuseno except for master himself.

The stars twinkled in the night sky. The pine trees bustled with squirrels and birds poking their heads into the tree to feed their young. Just a few feet away, a man with a long disheveled black beard and hair laid on the bright red slide, staring at the sky. His life has taken a tumble down to the worst. He had just been fired from his new job from accusations of sexual harassment, even though his boss was the one who told him to start dancing naked at the new employee welcome party. With no income, he was forced out of his house, living with no family, no friends, and no roof to sleep under.

He chose to distance himself from society and to become a hermit. So to accommodate to his new life, he decided to sleep at a local park, where he could admire the vast beauty of nature. The obsidian night was truly a sight to behold, and the fresh summer breeze whistled through his hair, sending delightful chills through his body. So much of this beautiful and bountiful nature was being wrecked, torn up, and destroyed by the human race. This was more pleasurable than any house humans could build. The land was bigger than any building, the sky was brighter than any lighting, and his residence was larger than any other palace. It was the Earth itself.

The homeless man slowly slid back down the sky, and looked up into the star covered sky. The human race had deviated from the ecosystem that Mother Earth had built. The foolishness of the selfishly prospering humans was lead by only self-centered rulers. How could he have lowered himself to working for such selfish, gluttonous humans?

He gasped. He had reached an epiphany. In order to escape his horrendous, cramped, unfair world where more and more of nature was destroyed and raped every day, and to return to nature and achieve true unity with Mother Earth, death was his only alternative.

But suddenly, the Earth below him began to shake. The soft breeze quickly became relentless gusts of hurricane-like winds, and the pine trees began to sink back from where they came. The homeless man looked around in confusion and fear. Who or what was doing this?

His question was answered, as the gusts of wind began to twist around in very fast circular motions. Appearing from out of nowhere, clumps of flesh and bones began to fly toward the swirling vortex. Fear and panic began to grip his heart when he saw these random clumps taking form, taking the form of a faceless, hideous man made of flesh and bones.

The homeless man stood there motionless, the fear paralyzing his vocal cords and his legs. Once he regained his vocal cords and legs, he screamed and sprinted toward the opposite direction. He didn't want his life to end at the hands of a creature formed from a nightmare.

Without warning, his entire body froze midair. He struggled to break free, yet his body wasn't responding to what his brain was telling it to do. His whole body then made a 180-degree turn to face the creature once more. His body quivered at the sight of the abomination. He attempted to plea with the creature to spare his life, but his mouth was frozen just like the rest of his body.

"Quell your fears. I am not here to end your life. You are correct with your realizations. But you have no need to die. I will grant you the power to change this world for Mother Earth."

The man's eyebrows raised up, and he felt some of the nerves in his body loosen. "What do you mean?"

"What you said about the human race. This beautiful planet is being lead to ruin and chaos by those disgusting, voracious pigs, and the only way to keep this amazing planet in pristine condition is to eradicate every last one of them."

The man regained control of his body, but instead of running, he remained where he was, staring in fascination at the creature before him. He had no idea why, but he actually became curious as to who or what this being was. So, mustering all the courage he could, the man spoke. "Why do you detest the human race?"

The creature did not give an immediate response. When this happened, the man turned his head away and closed his eyes in fear, expecting some sort of punishment or pain, but to his surprise, nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, the creature's voice rang out. "Very well. Since you are the first human to have seen the light of truth, I will share with you the darkness of my past.

"Hundreds of years ago, there were 6 major clans that roamed the earth: The seafolk, the subterraneans, the lizard clan, the forest tribe, the underworlders, and the humans. A pseudo king ruled the Lizard Clan, while the Ancient King rested in a deep slumber. There were many smaller factions, but they were composed of a very small amount of individuals, and they ranged greatly. Each of these clans had maintained a truce and vowed to never engage in war or encroach on others territories. This truce was honored, and each clan maintained a peaceful and friendly relationship, living in tranquility and harmony. They understood how to live with the planet instead of on it, and each was content with their land. But there was one tribe that constantly desired more and more land, harming and destroying their environment: the humans. The human race was a disease, eating away at the Earth's life force, engulfed in their own hubris and gluttony for land. Your race's selfishness fractured a millennium of peace.

"It would have been difficult to believe a single clan could wipe out the other clans, but there was something the humans had learned that we didn't. They learned how to channel the energy in their bodies and exert it into powerful bursts of energy. With enough training, this power has the capacity to destroy an entire planet. Without warriors to combat them, they were practically like gods.

"We tried to stop it. The clans joined together and retaliated against your gluttonous conquest for land. Our forces were decimated. Thousands of good souls were vaporized in the blink of an eye, erased from existence by the energy waves of a dozen or even less human warriors. The clans were on the brink of extinction, and hope was a fleeting memory.

"I was an underworlder, a group of people who lived even lower than the Subterraneans. It was thanks to that that I was able to stay hidden from the humans. I researched for years, looking at our people's most ancient scrolls, trying to find anything that could help. But unfortunately for me, luck favors the prepared, and I was not quite prepared for a direct invasion on our homeland. In an instant, I, along with the rest of the remaining underworlders still alive, was met with an army of humans. I was overrun by human foot soldiers. I attempted to resist using my magic abilities, but their numbers overran me, and I was captured.

"Within a short time, I was brought before a council of humans. By that time, all 5 of the other clans had been so greatly reduced in numbers, that there were only a hundred at most per clan, possibly less. I refused to believe it, but in my heart, I knew they were right. So to ensure I would cause no more trouble, they banished me to this dimension using all the power they could conjure up, and this is where I've been ever since.

"But even after the war ended, the tribes' suffering did not end. This planet has a very unique and unusual energy at its core, which amplifies any physical, emotional, or psychological changes the inhabitants undergo. But negative emotions are almost always the catharsis for transformation, and very few if not any positive emotional or physical attributes will cause a change. The torment of the loss of their land and what little remained of their race had angered them. As years turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries, the tribes began to become bloodlust, fueled by the stories of the human's carnage, with the energy from the Earth's core only worsening their repugnant traits. While the clans recovered, I began harnessing the power of the magic lying dormant in the dimension I was imprisoned in. Using its power, I was able to put a powerful spell that was able to prevent warriors from channeling the energy in their bodies. I've learned that only through genetic inheritance and bone-shattering training can the spell be broken. While monsterfication will give a being the ability, the energy will not be nearly as potent as it would through rigorous training. However, the spell requires a great deal of energy to maintain, and its effects do not have the ability to hinder psychokinesis, a very different form of ki manipulation altogether, which has posed as a slight but not colossal problem. And now, finally, our time has come.

"After hundreds of years of wallowing in the dark, we can fight back against humanity, for an emperor of untold power is coming. A warrior of unrivaled power who can defeat anyone who stands in his way, no matter how strong they think to be. And we will be ready to support him and be there to topple the humans once and for all, restoring Mother Earth to its prime. Will you be a part of this noble quest?"

The man nodded with newfound jovial energy, eager to serve this noble cause. "Good. I trust you know what to do with this power." The skeleton creature pointed his finger at the man, and an immense surge rushed through his body. He could feel energy flowing throughout his entire body? Was such power even possible? It was a stupid question, as the pure energy in his body spoke for itself. "Before you depart, I will implant the location of the newly developing Monster Association into your mind. You will require their assistance if our dream is to become a reality, but you shall not be the leader. The Monster King is more powerful than you, even with your new power, and a power struggle will only cause incessant turmoil." The horrid creature held his chin down and gazed at the man before him. "We will meet again."

The surrounding area began to return back to how he remembered it, the trees growing out of the ground and the park scenery returning to how he remembered it. But just as everything was turning back to normal, the creature spoke once more. "And one more thing. If you fail me, your power and your life will be eradicated from existence." The man gulped and nodded. Then, in a flash, the creature disappeared. He surveyed the landscape to see anything out of place, but could fine nothing. So he looked at himself in the dim reflection of the metal slide to see if there were any wounds he acquired, but surprisingly, he noticed he was given some extra garments, one of them being a crown. He took the crown off of his head and examined it. It possessed pointed edges, and its pure gold color shimmered even in the black night. His ears picked up on a fluttering sound right behind him, so he turned around. Wrapped around his neck and flapping in the wind was a red cape. This must have been another gift from that creature. No, he wasn't a mere creature. There was only one word that could be used to describe a being able to bestow such power: God.

But these trivial costume changes were irrelevant to the absolute grandiose transformation he had just undergone. The man closed his eyes and focused the energy running through his body out to his hands. He opened his eyes and let out a gasp. At the tips of his fingertips were miniature suns, brightening everything around him. The homeless man then shot the two balls of energy straight into the lines of trees to test his newfound power. The trees exploded in a fiery inferno, as dust debris was being sent flying everywhere, prompting him to cover his eyes from the oncoming dust. When the smoke cleared, all that remained was smoke and tree trunks, the cackling of fire and ash fresh in the air.

The man stood in silence. 20 seconds passed by, and what came next was laughter. The man began laughing like he never had in his life. "This power is absolutely phenomenal! I have realized the legend, the dream in which God has desired for so long. Those pesky humans aren't dealing with the average warrior anymore. I have become: The Legendary Homeless Emperor! And after I'm done with humanity, God shall dance, and Mother Earth shall sing in harmony!" His energy spheres glistened in the night, and the Homeless Emperor's malicious laughs resonated across the land.

Deep underground, under many layers of rock formations, the newly forming Monster Association was beginning their assault on the human world. Sitting at the throne of the Monster Association was Orochi, the Monster King, and at his right hand was Gyoro Gyoro.

"We are two weeks away from amassing enough forces to begin our first phase of operation. Once we've rummaging the Earth for enough tiger & demon level monsters, we will have enough ground troops to invade all the human cities."

The Monster King Orochi stared at his apprentice with his usually serious demeanor. "I see. And you've made the preparations for the abductions?"

"Yes. We have made the necessary preparations to abduct not only the leader of the Hero Association's grandson, but also to have the three centipedes kidnap several of the Hero Association's investors, crippling their ability to function as a collective unit."

"What preparations have you made to recruit more monsters for Phase 2 of the operation?"

"Ah yes. To effectively promote more recruits, Gouketsu will travel to the Super Fight Tournament being hosted in two weeks, where the fighters will be given the option to consume the cells or die, and Nyan will go to the Smelly Lid Prison and have the prisoners consume the monster cells as well. Since most of them are already imprisoned by the humans police force, there is no doubt a huge percentage of them will choose to join us. And for those who do not, they will simply pay with their lives."

"Very well."

Gyoro Gyoro tapped his fingers nervously on the stone table. "Master, I've had a vision. A prophetical vision."

Orochi moved for the first time and reclined forward. Gyoro Gyoro had a very keen gift: the power of clairvoyance, coupled with psychokinesis. It was one of the driving reasons he was selected personally to be his right hand man. That, along with his rather impressive tactical skills, made him a very useful asset and worthy of being his second-in-command. However, he had never seen Gyoro Gyoro looking nervous like this. Whatever this was must have frightened him. "What did you see?"

"I saw-" Gyoro Gyoro swiftly turned his head, his senses picking up on a very powerful life form he had never sensed before entering through the Association's headquarters. "Someone is coming?"

"Who is it? Is it not Gouketsu or another one of our dragon level executive members you sense?" The one eyed monster shook its head. Before he had a chance to react, the doors violently broke open, revealing a human with fiery orbs at his fingertips and a crown on his head, along with the bodies of half a dozen other monsters laying lifelessly on the floor with large burns and blood all over their bodies.

The one eyed monster squinted its eye and prepared to attack the unidentified intruder, albeit some skepticism. "Who are you, human, and how did you get in here?" said Gyoro Gyoro.

"I am not here to fight. Although your minions couldn't quite grasp that and I was forced to eliminate them. I would like to become an executive member of your association."

This statement caught both Gyoro Gyoro and Orochi off guard. Orochi stared at him with curiosity. "But you are a human, no?" said Orochi. "You have the trappings of a human, not a monster. How did you gain this power without the consumption of a monster cell or a mysterious being transformation? In almost every monster transmutation, the consumer takes a very large or very small physical transformation depending on the raw material, but you do not seem inhuman in the slightest. Why is that?"

The man looked up at the monster that just spoke to him. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that this was the leader of the Monster Association. His voice was deep and threatening, and his gargantuan size only added to the wave of authority that his frightening appearance displayed. Had he not already seen God, he would have begged for mercy and been immobilized with utter terror. "I was given the power by a divine entity. The entity told me that an immensely powerful warlord is coming to this planet."

"An immensely powerful warlord?" said Orochi.

"That was what I was about to tell you!" said Gyoro Gyoro, in shock that this unidentified warrior would know of the same vision. "In my vision, I saw a warlord of Frost floating in the atmosphere of a celestial body, staring face-to-face with a bloody and beaten warrior with jet black hair, along with thousands of other soldiers behind him. This warlord then prepared an energy blast nearly identical to the one this human can conjure, except it was one hundred times larger, and it destroyed the entire planet, along with every single soldier in its path! The most worrisome thing is that the frost demon didn't even appear worn out from it, as if destroying a planet was mere child's play!"

Orochi's face did not move an inch, his stoic demeanor still radiating control. But inside, his stomach churned and nigh invisible sweat drops fell down his face. Gyoro Gyoro's predictions were never wrong, and if this warlord was as powerful as he said…

He shook himself out of his worried state. "No matter. Whether it is true or not, we have several phenomenally powerful hand-to-hand combative monsters, and if he relies on energy blasts for offense, then that would mean he is physically inept. No one can stand up to the full force of the Monster Association and the Monster King himself. You." The Monster King pointed his finger at the unidentified intruder. "What is your name?"

"Homeless Emperor."

"Very well then. Homeless Emperor, you are hereby an executive member of the Monster Association. If and when this warlord arrives, I want you to accompany me to meet him, along with Black Sperm, Gouketsu, Gums, Evil Natural Water, Nyan, Fuhrer Ugly, and Gyoro Gyoro. We will show this emperor the full might of the Monster Association, and when he sees it, he will most definitely join us. However, we will resume our plan and attack all the human cities with our ground troops. "

"Understood!" said both Homeless Emperor and Gyoro Gyoro in unison.

Orochi reclined in his throne. This would be the beginning of a new world, a world built for the strong, and nobody would stand in his way. No one.