Han Sen's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Fubuki's heart.
Since childhood, what she hated most was when others compared her to her older sister.
"Your sister's Supernatural Power is so strong, how can you..."
"If only you had half your sister's talent..."
"As Tornado's younger sister, this won't do."
These voices, like a parasitic disease, had plagued her for over twenty years.
She had worked so hard for so many years, forming the Fubuki Group, willingly staying at the top of B-Class, all to prove herself in her own way!
To break free from the ever-present label of "Tornado's younger sister," to prove that she wasn't just an accessory under her sister's halo!
But in the end, all her efforts and pride were still belittled to worthlessness.
"Compared to your sister, you're far behind."
...Far behind...
...Behind...
Boom!
Humiliation, anger, unwillingness, grievance...
All the negative emotions accumulated over twenty years, catalyzed by alcohol, erupted like a volcano!
Fubuki's beautiful eyes, which had been somewhat hazy with drunkeness, stared intently at Han Sen, her gorgeous face flushed red from alcohol and rage.
Beneath her tight black dress, her mature and voluptuous curves rose and fell dramatically with her rapid breathing, exuding a wild and dangerous charm.
"What do you know!"
Like an enraged lioness, she let out an unwilling roar!
She recklessly activated her Supernatural Power, and a vast Psychokinesis surged out of her body without reservation!
Pale blue energy flames shot into the sky, making her smooth, black hair, which was a perfect straight and long style, whip wildly!
The air in the entire room grew heavy, and countless sharp Psychokinesis blades frantically stabbed towards the man who remained seated as steady as a mountain!
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down! This is my house!"
Saitama, seeing this, quickly put down his grilled meat and was about to step forward to stop her.
If a fight broke out, his free apartment, which he had finally managed to find, would truly be completely ruined.
However, before he could act, Han Sen merely glanced at the completely out-of-control Fubuki.
Just one glance.
There was no anger, no killing intent, not even any emotional fluctuation.
It was an indifferent gaze from the highest level of life, as if a god were observing an ant trying to shake the divine realm.
Buzz—!
A magnificent and terrifying power descended with a roar!
"Divine Pressure"!
In that instant, Fubuki felt her soul tremble, and her violent Psychokinesis attack was instantly suppressed and smoothed out, disappearing without a trace.
All the strength in her body was rapidly drained, her legs went weak, and she could no longer support her body's weight.
She collapsed to the cold floor with a pathetic "thud."
Her slender legs, wrapped in thin black stockings, curled powerlessly, revealing small, delicate feet that could be held in one hand, making her look even more disheveled.
Fubuki looked up, fearfully gazing at the man who remained seated as steady as a mountain.
Han Sen's deep eyes were calm, without a ripple.
Just being stared at by that gaze made her unable to even conceive of resistance.
It was as if the most primitive instincts deep within her soul were screaming, telling her to submit and prostrate herself!
—This... what kind of power is this?
—Just one look, and it made me... unable to move?
—Who... who exactly is this man?
...
...
Fubuki's mind was blank, completely frozen in place by Han Sen's gaze.
Han Sen, meanwhile, retracted the Divine Power version of Conqueror's Haki brewing in his eyes, stood up, and stretched.
"There are more and more people, and one apartment is too small and inconvenient to live in."
As he spoke, "Imaginary Divine Power" quietly activated.
A pale golden glow of Supernatural Power emanated from the tip of his raised finger.
Under the gaze of the S-Class Heroes, the light passed over Saitama's sturdy concrete walls.
The solid walls twisted and deformed like fluid, and a doorway connecting to the next apartment quickly formed in the wall.
A sliding door that could be opened and closed also appeared out of thin air, shaped by the Divine Power.
This wasn't all.
The pale golden light passed through the doorway and flowed into the dusty apartment next door.
The next moment, dust and cobwebs were annihilated in the golden light, the floor and walls were re-laid, and soft lights illuminated from the ceiling.
Brand new televisions, soft sofas, large Simmons beds, refrigerators stocked with drinks, even the latest game consoles and a full set of professional fitness equipment...
Countless pieces of furniture and appliances, like bamboo shoots after rain, emerged from nothingness and were perfectly placed in every corner of the room.
...
In this process, the "Imaginary Divine Power" Han Sen used for creation consumed even more than a fully-powered Homeless Emperor.
Destruction is far easier than construction, and creation from nothing is also far more difficult than simple destruction.
However, Han Sen had completely depleted the "God," filling an entire dimensional world with "Supernatural Power."
Even at this very moment, his Divine Power reserves were continuously increasing!
We don't produce Divine Power; we are merely porters of zero-cost purchases!
With such diligence and hard work, this small consumption was not worth worrying about at all.
(The "God": Something's wrong, have I been giving too many rewards recently?!)
Everyone present was already accustomed to Han Sen's almost omnipotent Supernatural Power.
Except for Fubuki, who was sitting on the ground, her worldview being repeatedly reshaped.
At this moment, her eyes towards Han Sen were filled with disbelief.
Creating things out of thin air?
Changing material structures?
Is this something Supernatural Power can do?
Precisely because she herself was a Psychic, she understood the limits of Supernatural Power better than anyone else.
Even someone as strong as her sister Tornado could only use Psychokinesis to lift meteorites, move buildings, and perform macroscopic destruction and movement; she couldn't affect reality on such a microscopic level.
Hmm, her sister's style had always been about brute force, simple and crude.
Instead of Supernatural Power, everything Fubuki was witnessing now was simply a miracle!
"Alright, those of you who want to stay the night, just pick any room you like."
Han Sen clapped his hands, introducing it with professional expertise, like a real estate agent showing a property to a boss.
"Water and electricity are already available, the internet has been upgraded to gigabit fiber, all paid TV channels have been unlocked, and the house structure has been soundproofed to ensure absolute privacy."
"...What?"
Saitama, who usually only watched free disaster channels, immediately brightened when he heard "all paid channels have been unlocked," and instantly sat up straight from the floor.
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He earnestly pleaded with Han Sen: "Han Sen, for the sake of hotpot, please, please unlock the paid channels on my TV too!"
"Please!!!"
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