Allen's figure flickered, and the next moment he appeared in front of Tornado.
Tornado subconsciously wanted to retreat but was gently held by the wrist by Allen.
His fingers were warm and strong, Tornado's body stiffened slightly, and she looked up, meeting his deep, calm, dark red eyes.
"I made you worry," Allen said in a low voice, his tone a barely perceptible softening compared to his previous indifference.
Tornado opened her mouth, wanting to scold him, wanting to ask him what had happened, wanting to question why he kept such a dangerous matter from her, but a thousand words clogged her throat, finally turning into a choked grunt of anger: "Bastard! If you dare to do that again, I'll never forgive you!" Yet, this threat sounded utterly lacking in force, instead carrying a trembling hint of lingering fear.
Allen gently squeezed her wrist, saying no more, but his eyes conveyed a sense of reassurance.
He released her hand, his gaze sweeping over Bang, Metal Bat, and Tanktop Master, nodding in greeting.
Metal Bat pouted: "Next time we drink, you have to penalize yourself three drinks—no, ten!"
Tanktop Master, however, looked serious: "Allen, I hope the order you spoke of can truly be realized."
Allen didn't make too many promises, only stating faintly: "Time will prove everything."
After dealing with the temporary situation on the front lines, Allen's figure blurred again, instantly disappearing from his spot and reappearing directly inside the command center of the Hero Association Headquarters.
Muzan, Kokushibou, and Akaza immediately bowed in salute: "Lord Ancestor."
Psykos's voice came through Gyoro Gyoro: "Lord Allen, all high-ranking officials have been controlled, and those who resisted stubbornly have been eliminated. All personnel on the list have been marked."
Inside the command center, Sitch and a group of high-ranking officials were ashen-faced, bound by an invisible force, slumped in their chairs, surrounded by fallen security personnel and damaged equipment.
Allen scanned them indifferently, as if looking at a pile of useless garbage.
"Sitch, your era is over," Allen's voice was devoid of emotion.
Sitch looked up, his face filled with unwillingness and fear: "Allen! You are destroying the Hero Association! You are making an enemy of the entire human society!"
"By pruning the decaying branches, a withered tree can regain vitality," Allen calmly replied, "What you represent has long ceased to be justice and protection."
He said no more, raising his hand and waving it gently.
An invisible force swept through, and those high-ranking officials on the list with irrefutable evidence of corruption, including Sitch, instantly had their eyes dim, their life force completely vanishing, as if cleanly erased.
The remaining high-ranking officials trembled in fear, silent as cicadas in winter.
Allen looked at some of the relatively clean or merely mediocre but not truly evil high-ranking officials, as well as S-Class Heroes like Drive Knight and Child Emperor: "The Association needs to be reorganized. For now, you will maintain basic operations, assist in stabilizing the situation, and appease the public. A new order will soon be established."
His words carried absolute authority; no one dared to question him.
After all this, Allen instructed Muzan: "Clear the scene, temporarily seal off information, and assist them in stabilizing the Headquarters."
"Yes, Lord Ancestor," Muzan respectfully responded.
Allen nodded, his figure disappearing again, leaving the chaotic but controlled command center.
He did not return to the battlefield but appeared on a higher ruined wall in City A, gazing at the gradually calming city and the retreating Monster in the distance, his dark red eyes infinitely profound.
The threat of the god was temporarily averted, but the hidden dangers of this world were not completely eliminated. The rebuilding of the Association, the management of Monster, and the world's order still had many matters to address.
But he was not in a hurry; his power had risen to a new level, and he needed time to digest and understand the rules and knowledge he had devoured from the god.
More importantly, he had kept his promise and returned.
A flash of green light, and Tornado's figure appeared somewhat awkwardly not far from him, arms crossed, looking into the distance, deliberately not looking at him, but her slightly reddened earlobes betrayed her mood.
"Hey," she finally couldn't hold back and asked, her voice a little lower than usual, "That god, will it really not come again?"
Allen did not turn around, his voice calm: "Its true body has been devoured by me; it will never appear again."
Tornado was silent for a moment, then mumbled softly: "Monster." It was unclear whether she was referring to the god or Allen.
Allen tilted his head slightly, looking at her: "Scared?"
Tornado immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Who's scared?! Who do you think you are?! I just, I just..." She faltered for a moment, then sharply turned her head to glare at him, "If you dare to go confront something like that by yourself again, I'll, I'll..."
"You'll what?" A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered in Allen's eyes.
"I'll never talk to you again! Bastard!" Tornado said, puffing out her cheeks, her green curly hair seemingly standing on end.
Allen watched her rare display of such an almost petulant threat, the corner of his mouth curving upward ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Mm," he softly hummed in response. His gaze returned to the distance, as the afterglow of the setting sun began to cast an orange hue over the dilapidated city.
The storm seemed to have temporarily subsided, but everyone knew that this world had completely changed, and he, standing at the center of that change, was about to usher in a new era.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a somewhat tragic golden-red over the ruined industrial district. The smoke had not fully dispersed, but the earth-shattering shouts of battle had subsided, leaving only the subtle crackling amidst the ruins and the suppressed groans of the wounded.
Allen stood silently atop the broken wall, his dark red eyes calmly surveying the gradually brought-under-control situation.
The Monster' forces, under the command of Gouketsu and Black Sperm, retreated in an orderly fashion, submerging underground or gathering in the suburbs.
The Heroes, organized by Bang and others, began to rescue the wounded and clear the battlefield, with both sides maintaining a delicate and fragile ceasefire.
Tornado stood beside him, silent for a while before speaking in a muffled tone, her gaze still deliberately fixed elsewhere: "What do you plan to do next?"
"Rectify, clear out, establish a new order," Allen's answer was concise. His gaze drifted towards the Hero Association Headquarters in the distance, which Muzan and Psykos had temporarily secured. "The old organization is bloated and corrupt; it needs a complete overhaul. The power of Monster needs to be restrained and guided, not merely eliminated or feared."
"Easier said than done," Tornado snorted, but her tone didn't convey much genuine opposition, more a sense of worry. "Those old geezers have deep-rooted influence, not everyone in the Association will obey you, and the public's fear won't be easily dispelled."
"I know," Allen said faintly. "This will take time, but what matters most are power and results. When I demonstrate the power to protect them, and indeed bring order, the voices of opposition will naturally disappear."
He turned his head to look at Tornado: "Will you help me? Are you willing to assist me in rebuilding a perfect new world?"
Tornado abruptly turned back, her emerald eyes glaring at him, her cheeks slightly puffed out: "Who, who wants to help you?! Don't be so presumptuous!" She paused, her voice lowering, her gaze drifting, "However, if those thoughtless idiots cause trouble again, it wouldn't be impossible for me to conveniently deal with them."
A faint smile flickered in Allen's eyes; he knew this was her way of expressing support.
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