Surrounded by more than fifteen Ability Users.
No question needed to be asked; their intention was as clear as the hostility in their eyes.
"Brat, since you managed to piss me off, you might as well say goodbye to your Superhero license!"
Unreasonably, one of the gathered men announced, then dashed forward, becoming the first to assault the newbie, "Henry."
With a weird combination of muscle on top and a big belly in the middle, the man's body proportions gave Ry-Two a repulsive feeling.
"Get out," he coldly said, then flashed forward and kicked directly at the man's crotch.
"Hiss—You damn—" The deadly attack was too fast, and the pain was so unreal that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his entire face turning red.
But that was it—before he could say another word, Ry-Two kicked him straight out of the fight ring.
The surrounding people turned pale at the ruthless attack of the newbie.
"Nice kick, brother!" someone shouted. It was a young-faced Ability User who was still trying to climb up onto the fighting ring.
He was just about to jump up and offer some assistance.
One couldn't forget where this place was—the Superheroes Bureau—and the participants of this promotion test were all certified Superheroes.
While it was true that those nearly expired participants dared to attack him out of desperation and pettiness, there were still many righteous ones with a burning passion for justice.
The moment they saw something was off, a small group exchanged glances and came together to help.
But who knew...
Before they could even announce their assistance, the victim had already made the first move.
And the most ruthless one at that.
The fainted man on the ground—not to mention that he would soon lose his license and superpower—had already lost his capacity as a man.
('Be bold, your manhood has exploded; it wasn't imagination.')
('You're young, and can take this chance to explore more options in life.')
(A certain author typed on his keyboard.)
...
Back to the fighting.
"You guys help me stop them from going down," Ry-Two glanced at the young faces below the fight ring and said with a grateful smile.
He was prideful.
But that didn't mean he was arrogant or unreasonable toward everyone.
His characteristics were still mostly based on the original Henry.
Meaning he had a good impression of those younger participants, and would treat them with the same goodwill they showed him.
"Today, I will help the bureau get rid of these scums," he announced.
His words and actions were so cool that the young participants gave him thumbs-up.
"You are a real man!"
"Hey, leave the ground below to us—kick some down here too!"
"Don't worry, just go wild, brother!"
They cheered for "Henry," the newbie.
The people plotting to cripple "Henry" were now already drowning in regret; they shouldn't have acted out like this. They'd been blinded by rage and frustration.
"Is it too late to say it was just a misunderstanding now?" one of them asked, forcing out a crooked smile toward Ry-Two, clearly trying his best to look harmless.
Ry-Two smirked and asked, "Why don't you try it?"
"Hey, it was just a mis—Hiss—"
Thinking the newbie was giving him a chance to retreat, the man was about to speak, but the next painful sensation instantly woke him up from his wishful thinking.
It was yet another deadly kick—to eliminate his future descendants. Quick and efficient, it obliterated the fighting power of his opponent.
The man fell to the ground, trembling violently as he pointed a shaking finger toward his newly found mortal enemy.
"Y-You..." He fainted before he could finish his last words.
"Damn, this brat is ruthless!"
"What should we do now?"
Those expired participants now completely regretted their choice—they'd picked the wrong target to vent their frustration on.
"Hey, fuckers, stop preventing me from going down—hey!"
"AHHHhhH! No. Not the face!"
A poor attacker was pulled down by the youngsters guarding below, and as if they were affected by the newbie's fighting style.
One of them tried to test its effectiveness on the attacker.
"Damn! NOT THE CROTCH!"
"Pufff--" The poor soul's two little comrades exploded, and he fainted instantly.
...
On the stage, as they witnessed the ruthlessness of the crowd below, those attackers gave up on the idea of escaping.
"Damn it, we're going to lose everything anyway. The bureau won't let us off easy after this incident; we might as well fight to the death with this guy!" One of them yelled, still burning with greed and jealousy.
And soon, more and more people joined in.
They assaulted the newbie together!
But the victim was also quick with his actions; he flashed around and also started his attacks, each kick was as absurd as the others.
"Puff—" the same man who'd yelled was kicked out of the ring, his arms still clutching his crotch tightly, clearly having prepared for this ruthless attack.
"Damn you, newbie!"
Regardless of succeeding in defending his future, his hands were still broken from trying to protect his manhood.
Surprisingly, there was a nasty smile on the man's face.
"Kekeke, now that everyone's attacking that newbie together, he's doomed sooner or later!"
As for him?
He just needed to sneak out of the bureau and hide for a while.
The bureau wouldn't go all out to terminate all of them just because of one newbie; his life still had a chance to turn around.
Not to mention—he still had one year left before his license expired!
"KeKeEke!!"
"..."
While the man smiled hysterically, thinking his little scheme had succeeded, two younger participants were already standing behind him, their faces filled with righteous determination.
"Brother, this one's still sturdy and hasn't broken yet—let us help him!" one of them said.
The other nodded in agreement.
"Eh? Wait, what are you two planning to do!?"
"Stop!"
"Let me go... NO! Anything but that!"
"Stop!"
"NoOOOoOOOOOOOOOO!!"
These two... each grabbed one of the man's legs and dragged him over to a pillar inside the room.
Then they aimed the man's crotch at the pillar before pulling together.
"Hey, let's polish this pillar!" one of them said cheerfully.
They clearly enjoyed the man's screaming as his manhood was violently rubbed against the pillar.
('Good luck to be bold again, your manhood might lose its combat power after this...')
(A certain author obsessively typed on his keyboard.)
...
Back to the fight ring again.
While Ry-Two successfully destroyed some more unwanted trouble from the future descendants of his attackers, he was soon overthrown.
As expected, the man who polished the pillar was right—unless you were overwhelmingly stronger than your attackers, it was impossible to single-handedly deal with a group.
First came just a punch.
Then a kick.
One particularly vengeful attacker even managed to land a blow squarely at his crotch, clearly plotting to destroy his future.
But who was Ry-Two?
Someone with full-body enhancement from the System—
ThE DamN pAiN wAs sTiLl unReAl! !@#!%!@!
"Oh My GOd!!" Experiencing his own ruthless attack firsthand, Ry-Two instantly collapsed to the ground, clutching his crotch in agony.
'Damn, it's lucky that I'm just a clone!'
'Oh my god, it's painful.'
'So painful!'
But it didn't stop there; his attackers ruthlessly stomped on him, ganging up on the arrogant newbie.
They wanted to vent their anger—and to seek revenge for their fallen comrades.
Soon enough, Ry-Two curled into a ball, desperately trying to defend himself from the relentless attacks.
"Damn, let's go up and help him!"
"Oh no, the newbie's future is gone!"
And so, the righteous Ability Users from below the ring also jumped in to help.
It quickly turned into a chaotic group fight, with everyone punching and kicking whoever was in front of them, unable to tell friend from foe.
Anyway—just aim for the crotch; apologize later if you friendly-fire!
With help from the newly joined group, Ry-Two finally got a chance to breathe. He crawled back up and madly rejoined the fight, ignoring the intense pain in his crotch.
Still, his combat capability was greatly reduced—the debuff was at full effect. For the first time in his life, "Henry" was experiencing the dreaded nut-cracked medical condition.
'Sorry, Original, you won't like this feeling when we merge back.'
'Lucky for you, the bad effect won't carry over, only the pain.'
'But since we're one, I can't just experience all these hardships alone, right?'
'That's why—you're going down together with me!'
Mid-fight, Ry-Two couldn't help himself from these thoughts.
The previous aloof and prideful persona was already gone—along with his balls. Now the clone only wanted one thing: to make his original self share the suffering.
"Hey, let's suffer together!" he roared, seeking his next target.
The fight lasted quite a while, as the instructor had yet to return. And since these people were all Physical-Type Ability Users, the brawl easily dragged on for more than an hour.
Then suddenly...
...
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, the Host has successfully increased your girlfriend Rio's feelings for you. The chance she will agree to your proposal is now 82%.]
[Rewarding the Host with:
Intermediate Body Strengthening Serum x1]
...
"Oh?"
While punching a man, Ry-Two heard the announcement from the System. The reward was exactly what he needed most!
"Give me it!" Ry-Two said, tossing the man in his grasp to the ground. A blue capsule materialized on his arm.
Without hesitation, Ry-Two popped it into his mouth.
As his body had already been strengthened once, the enhancement effect this time—while still painful—was manageable with his current endurance.
How could it be worse than the pain he's currently enduring?
Soon, not only did his strength recover, but he felt significantly more powerful—at least at the peak of Rank B!
All the wounds on his body vanished as if they had never existed.
...And his comrades, too...
They magically healed—as Ry-Two could no longer feel any pain from his crotch.
Without the debuff and now fully enhanced, Ry-Two returned to peak condition, and his combat power exploded.
"I will make all of you descendant-less!" he roared, dashing forward.
...
Half an hour later...
Just as Ry-Two was about to finish off the last attacker, he sensed the original taking control of his left eye.
Regardless, he ruthlessly slammed the attacker into the ground, then closed his right eye to let the original inspect the surroundings.
After all, it would freak people out if they saw his eyes moving independently—completely out of sync.
Ting Ting.
A text notification.
Ry-Two pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the message.
[Don't mess this up any more than it already is.
If they capture you and you're going to jail, say yes to everything and don't resist.
I'll take Rio and our daughters to go hiding!]
"..."
Ry-Two was speechless. He felt wronged.
He wished he could let the original experience the pain of losing one's manhood, but alas, that was now impossible.
But to avoid worrying his girlfriend, who stays at the villa with the original, Ry-Two quickly replied to the text to reassure the original that everything was under control.
Just as he hit send, a loud voice roared—
"WHAT IS GOING ON!?"
The instructor had finally returned, his face red with fury as he took in the chaotic aftermath of the group fight.
'Damn, these guys are totally lawless, huh!?'
'I was gone for just over an hour!'
'What the hell happened!?'
'Why is everyone holding their crotch and crying like their future's gone!?'
Beyond the anger, the instructor was utterly confused.
He turned to the promising newbie, standing proudly in the center of the fighting ring, and demanded:
"What's going on?"