When the system notification tone ends.
The immense Demon Power surged into Satoru Suzuki's limbs and bones, and his body began to change at a visible speed.
The muscles that were originally bulging began to contract slightly, as if compressed, and the body became even more perfect under the Nourishment of the Demon Power!
Even his already handsome face gained an extra touch of masculinity!
But the biggest improvement is in physical strength!
Nourishment absorbed half of the Deep Sea King's Demon Power, Satoru Suzuki's physical body has now completely reached a non-human level!
I felt the changes in its body.
Asuramaru didn't pay too much attention to it, and continued to release his Demon Power to heal his body.
Until the ambulance arrived.
They lifted Satoru Suzuki onto a stretcher and took him to the nearest hospital in J City.
Time flies.
Three days later.
Lying on the clean, tidy hospital bed, surrounded by various medical instruments, with the sunlight shining through the window onto Satoru Suzuki's eyes that day.
His fingers twitched slightly, and he finally opened his eyes, but he still seemed somewhat confused. "What... happened to me...?"
After a moment of confusion, he finally remembered what had happened. "I didn't die?"
However, he quickly looked around, and only after seeing the katana on the sickbed did he finally feel at ease.
He sat up in bed and took the knife in his hand.
Unable to resist tentatively asking in his heart.
"Asuramaru, are you still there?"
However, the lack of an immediate response left Satoru Suzuki somewhat disappointed.
But the next moment, Asuramaru's voice, which he knew all too well, rang in his mind, though the tone didn't seem very friendly.
"Speak quickly."
Upon hearing this...
Satoru Suzuki's previously dimmed eyes instantly brightened, and he excitedly asked his question.
"So that wasn't just my delusion before I died. Who are you? Are you really the so-called Deity who controls the sword, the one I found in my research?"
Asuramaru did not shy away from the question but answered it directly.
"That's right."
Upon receiving this affirmative answer, Satoru Suzuki was so excited that he could hardly contain the shock he felt!
"The legend... it's true! So you killed the Deep Sea King, but I'm sorry... I can't remember what happened back then..."
Hearing him talk about these trivial things, Asuramaru curled his lip and said irritably, "If you don't have anything to say, don't bother me."
Upon hearing this, Satoru Suzuki appeared somewhat flustered and nervous. Even though he still had many questions to ask, he wanted to express his gratitude first.
"Um... thank you for that day, Asuramaru. It's an honor to have your approval. I will definitely work harder in the future and never let you down!"
Sensing the determination in his words, Asuramaru softened his tone slightly and said, "Then good luck."
Upon hearing this, Satoru Suzuki finally smiled, something he rarely does.
Just then.
A nurse walked into the ward, and upon seeing the awakened Satoru Suzuki, she couldn't help but exclaim, "You're awake?!"
Then her pretty face flushed red, and she quickly stepped forward to continue, "Unlicensed Rider, I'm your fan! I never knew you were so handsome behind that mask. Could you give me your autograph?"
Hearing the nurse's voice, Satoru Suzuki was still somewhat confused until he casually touched the armrest of the hospital bed next to him and snapped it in two.
Turning my head, I saw my own reflection in the window.
That was a world apart from who she was before!
Unable to contain himself, he asked, "Did you do this to my body and my face, Asuramaru?"
Regarding this question...
Asuramaru, who was in the sword, seemed to have a lot to say. He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Can you feel it? As long as you keep killing, I can make you stronger!"
Don't you hate your weakness? You can quickly become stronger by killing, allowing you to shed your weakness.
His words were full of temptation.
Who can understand the feeling of someone who yearns for the power to protect others but can never become stronger, when one day they are suddenly told that they can climb again?
But Satoru Suzuki suppressed the turmoil in his heart. "Thank you, Asuramaru, but I will not easily take someone's life to satisfy my own selfish desires."
"Do as you please, it's none of my business."
Upon receiving this familiar yet unfamiliar answer, Asuramaru replied irritably.
Then he fell completely silent.
However, Satoru Suzuki suddenly became dazed, and after a moment, a special training method appeared in his mind.
It's called the Total Concentration of Thunder Breathing!
Chapter 174 Lazy to Talk, Listen
On the other side...
During these three days, the Deep Sea King incident also attracted the attention of some people, the Hero Association being the first to be affected.
One of the association's senior executives, dressed in a suit, was standing in a dressing room of a variety show, holding a tablet in his hand.
The person in front of him is a popular celebrity.
Sweet Mask is also the number one ranked hero in the A-Class category.
He rested his chin on his hand and said with slight displeasure, "Promotion to B-Class? I'm filming a TV series right now. I thought you had something important to tell me. You don't need to bother me with this kind of thing."
But the man from the association offered an explanation.
"This is the decision made by higher-ups."
But this made Sweet Mask even more displeased. He swept his shoulder-length blue hair aside and couldn't help but speak up.
"If I were to get involved, it would only be for a situation with significant social impact, involving heroes of A-Class or higher, especially in this case."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the newspaper, his expression becoming extremely awkward.
It was prominently displayed in the newspaper.
S-Class Hero Defeated!
"This is beyond just being appalling."
It wasn't until the man from the association produced the video of the Deep Sea King being defeated that things changed. "Please watch this video of the hero who defeated the Deep Sea King."
Their gazes shifted to the tablet.
In the scene, Asuramaru controls the body of Unlicensed Rider, wielding swords in both hands, with lightning erupting around him, resembling a roaring dragon.
In an instant, the Deep Sea King's head was severed.
Even if the image is frozen in time, it is difficult to see the complete picture.
This time, Sweet Mask's expression finally changed, and other thoughts began to arise in his mind.
In addition, other organizations have also set their sights on the Unlicensed Rider, curious about his secrets and whether he is deliberately hiding his power.
Or did they obtain the power through some special means?
Until the early morning of the following day.
After checking and confirming that there were no problems, Satoru Suzuki returned to his home in Z City, but soon received a summons from the Hero Association.
He arrived alone at the Hero Association branch in Z City.
We arrived at the conference room on the top floor of the association.
Four high-ranking members of the association sat before them. One of the women asked first, "Unlicensed Rider, do you wish to be promoted to B-Class?"
The other senior executives were also waiting for an answer.
Regarding whether or not to be promoted to B-Class.
He might have refused in the past, when he didn't have the strength to become a B-Class protector, but things are different now.
Because of Asuramaru.
It gave him hope of becoming stronger!
This time, he answered firmly.
"I do!"
The association's senior management breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and one of them, a middle-aged man with a large belly, inquired further.
"So, Unlicensed Rider, have you been hiding your true strength all along?"
Faced with this question, Satoru Suzuki knew it was a test, but he wasn't stupid and answered directly.
"I had been hiding my true strength before."
Upon hearing this...
The association's senior management did not pursue the matter further.
Both sides compromised, after all, some things are not so easy to investigate. "Then congratulations, Unlicensed Rider, you are now officially promoted to B-Class hero, currently ranked 2nd!"
"I will keep working hard!"
Satoru Suzuki accepted the promotion certificate and then left the association.
I returned home alone.
He familiarized himself with his current power and began to wholeheartedly cultivate the so-called Thunder Breathing in his mind!
On the other side...
Z City, Ghost Town.
In a deserted, dilapidated street, Sonic stood still, staring indifferently ahead.
There stood a strange humanoid figure, its skin seemingly turned inside out, with obvious sutures all over its body.
Holding two sharp blades, he glared at them menacingly and sneered.
"So you're the guy who's been hunting monsters in the Ghost Town all this time, right? Your face isn't bad, huh? I'll peel your face off completely and keep it as part of my collection!"
"Oh? So I've become famous? Then there must be many more strange people here that I haven't discovered yet."
At this moment, Sonic was completely immersed in the explosive increase in power; his strength had already increased several times over!
However, the corresponding situation is in the Ghost Town.
He has already killed quite a few powerful monsters.
Even the Monster Association noticed this, which is why they sent people to conduct a special reconnaissance and elimination mission.
"Hahaha! Watch me peel your face off!"
The strange man wielded two swords, the blades spinning rapidly in his hands like propellers, creating an astonishing sight!
But Sonic just smiled dismissively.
"If it were me in the past, it might have been a bit troublesome." He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back.
The next moment.
A figure flashed by, and a slash was unleashed.
The monster's head instantly separated from its body, but Sonic simply turned around slowly and continued, "But now, killing you will only take one strike."
Meanwhile, Asuramaru, who was inside the sword, heard a system notification in his mind.