"Wow! Look! It's Beast Tamer—Allen, the newly fast-tracked S-Class Hero!"
"His signature silver hair and delicate features! He really is even cuter in person than in the photos!"
"As expected of a handsome guy who can compete with the top-ranked A-Class Hero—Sweet Mask—for the popularity crown! He looks a little young, but that just makes it more exciting, doesn't it?"
"I want to hold him in my arms!"
"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I'm so happy I'm about to faint!"
"Hey! How about we go ask for an autograph?"
"Wait! What's with those two women beside him?"
"They should be heroes preparing to join the Hero Association, right? They're both carrying weapons, after all."
With Allen's appearance, quite a few women among the passersby began to stir restlessly.
Since the Hero Association was a semi-commercial, semi-public-benefit organization, its daily operating funds came partly from donations by wealthy individuals and the government, and partly from its massive fan base.
Therefore, most heroes with good looks or high popularity not only received considerable exposure, but also got invitations for advertisements, endorsements, and licensed merchandise sales.
Such as body pillows, figurines, posters, comics, animation, calendars, and so on.
The heroes themselves received the largest share of the profits from these products, while the rest became operating funds for the Association.
Clearly, although Allen had not been in this world for very long, he had easily crushed the other S-Class Heroes with his appearance and temperament alone.
In just about a month, his monthly income from merchandise sales alone had easily reached hundreds of millions.
Other than Sweet Mask, who also made a living off his looks, none of the others could compete.
However, in contrast to the women's enthusiasm, the men displayed the exact opposite reaction.
"Tch! A bunch of brainless women.