Chapter 76 – Mucus★Angel Form!!
Who's the guy flashing a peace sign and cackling like a hyena?
A demon-hunting shinobi?
A lady knight?
A magical girl?
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
It's an alien from Planet Baltan— (scratched out)
It's the Lobster Monster!!
"Grr—grr—grr—"
A lobster from the kitchen that suddenly mutated into a Monster.
Waving its claws and shrieking, it scuttled everywhere.
In the end it charged onto the panoramic terrace restaurant of the seaside hotel.
Instant chaos erupted!
Guests fled in terror.
Luckily, only a few patrons were present and they were quickly evacuated.
Only one diner remained.
The Lobster Monster naturally locked its sights on her.
"Grr—grr—"
Its claws snapped with the force of a testing guillotine.
Spikes covered its shell; its appearance was savage.
The size of an adult bull and even longer.
Spiked legs on both sides rose and fell in sequence as it crept closer.
Both pincers opened to their widest, poised to strike!
A large hand landed on the lobster's head.
??
Both compound eyes swiveled inward.
It stared blankly at the hand on its head.
A shell that cannon fire couldn't pierce shattered like plaster.
Crack——
As easy as peeling a cooked crayfish.
The Lobster Monster's head spun free of its body.
Aokiji tossed the head aside, set the body on the table.
Then sat down opposite Fubuki.
Ice blades filleted the meat, hot breath seared it.
The two lunched in the now-empty panoramic restaurant.
Fubuki lifted her gaze, gave him a quick once-over, then returned to her plate.
No awkwardness hung in the air.
Instead, an unspoken understanding.
Aokiji knew what had happened.
Fubuki knew he knew.
Aokiji knew Fubuki knew he knew.
Fubuki knew Aokiji knew… convoluted, but that was the mutual transparency.
Aokiji speared a piece of cooked lobster.
"Want some?"
"…Is it edible?"
Fubuki hesitated, accepting the chilled knife.
Crimson flesh gleamed; unseasoned, it exuded its own aroma.
"Packed with energy—protein sixty times that of beef."
He swallowed a large chunk and spoke.
Fubuki stopped hesitating, cutting smaller bites.
Rich, silky, succulent.
She was instantly lost in the flavor.
So Monster meat can taste this good!
The rest went straight into Aokiji's stomach the moment it was grilled, vanishing without trace.
He watched Fubuki savoring the meal.
Recalling last night… her actions seemed tinged with the thrill of snatching something from her sister.
Probably after being overshadowed by Tatsumaki so long, she finally found a field to compete in—rebellion.
After the initial clumsiness she quickly turned proactive and skilled.
Feels… not bad.
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"That kid Masked Hero sure is diligent."
Sour Face, on break, watched Masked Hero still training and sighed.
Bang stroked his beard, eyes full of approval.
"Much more hardworking than you lot."
"Heh-heh, Master." Sour Face scratched his head. "Different talent—we can't keep up with that intensity."
"You simply haven't clarified what you want to uphold; don't blame talent." Bang shook his head.
With Masked Hero's focused training efficiency.
Combined with real combat against Monsters while heroing.
He'd meet Aokiji's minimum standard soon.
Bang was also deeply curious.
The Secret Technique of imbuing will into body parts and controlling them—unimaginable.
Aokiji hadn't demonstrated, but Bang never doubted it.
All sorts of bizarre abilities kept emerging from Aokiji; one more didn't matter.
He watched Masked Hero's uniform soaked in sweat.
Bang sighed.
Thinking of his most troublesome Disciple.
How's life now, any self-reflection, Garou?
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"Go, Boss Garou!!"
Inside Stinky Prison, inmates cheered.
Ahead of them.
Garou once again stood in front of that pervert!
These days.
Thanks to age protection from forced assault, Garou.
Relied on his combat strength to resist again and again!
Even if he still couldn't win.
He always stood back up.
That tenacity inspired the inmates; they hailed him as their spirit symbol.
Of course, the real reason was.
The fiercer Garou fought, the less time they spent suffering.
But it didn't stop them roaring him on!
"Scum, shut up." Garou clicked his tongue in irritation.
Muscles trembled imperceptibly.
His stamina was almost gone.
Yet he still couldn't deal with the freak in front of him!
His attacks weren't ineffective—unlike facing Aokiji, where he couldn't even break defense.
But he couldn't inflict fight-ending damage.
Puri-Puri Prisoner had stripped naked at some point, flaunting his muscular frame.
The marks on him looked like mere scrapes that would heal soon.
He stood bare before Garou and the inmates, without a shred of shame.
An unearthly pervert aura spread.
Yet Puri-Puri Prisoner's expression was grave:
"Garou-chan, these days I've deeply experienced your Water Stream fist."
"I've gained insight myself."
From nowhere he produced two plastic bottles.
Filled with clear liquid.
He uncapped them and poured over his head.
Then smeared it over his whole body.
"Garou-chan~❤️ This is our joint Move—"
"Mucus★Angel Form!!"
Puri-Puri Prisoner lifted his head solemnly, arms wide.
His body gleamed with greasy transparency.
Illusory pure-white wings sprouted behind him!
Where did this freak get so much lube in prison?!!
Garou instinctively stepped back, face twitching.
And what does this have to do with Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist?!!
"Come, Garou-chan! This Move symbolizes our beautiful time together! Feel it❤️!"
"Beautiful my ass, you freak!"
Cursing aloud, Garou for once wanted to run.
Just being touched by that slime-covered pervert would be nauseating.
Puri-Puri Prisoner stepped closer.
A smile he thought gentle, but sent chills down spines.
"My love for boys—infused into this—"
"Mucus★Blitz❤️Hug!!"
Just as he spread his arms for the killer technique!
The TV in his cell suddenly blared a newsflash.
Puri-Puri Prisoner paused to listen.
Then rushed to watch the screen.
"A gang of cute boys is robbing a bank!"
He leapt down.
Took a sprinting stance.
"Criminal boys need bringing back for education. Garou-chan, everyone, make way."
"I'm breaking out!"
Boom—!!
A metal wall half a meter thick was punched clean through!
Puri-Puri Prisoner's jailbreak—simple and crude.
"Great, we can rest easy now."
"With new guys in, if we keep our heads down we'll get some peace…"
Inmates rejoiced.
Garou stared at the hole.
For several long seconds.
Then turned and went back to his cell to rest.