With his extensive Dragon-level combat experience, Jack knew that Psykos was currently barely touching the edge of High Dragon-level. However, looking at the entire One-Punch Man world, she was still considered one of the top-ranked psychics.
Normally, abilities with the risk of being twisted and corroded by a 'God' are not wanted by even dogs… but he wanted them. What he wanted was distortion and corrosion. In Jack's eyes, it was like Luo Ji looking for a woman—this was all part of the plan.
So then—give it to me.
Jack flashed forward, pressing the broken body of Gyoro Gyoro into the ground. The powerful Psychokinesis—which had already reached a level where it could contend with Tornado due to the accumulation of stats—surged forth, firmly suppressing it and the surrounding remnants of the Great Serpent.
[Ding! Successfully copied SSR-level abilities: 'Super Psychokinesis' Lv1, 'Telepathy' Lv1, 'Gravity Manipulation' Lv1!]
[Current ability slots occupied: 4/30.
]**
[Consumed Origin Points × 511,000 | 'Super Psychokinesis' level increased! Lv1 → Lv10 (MAX)!]
[Consumed Origin Points × 511,000 | 'Telepathy' level increased! Lv1 → Lv10 (MAX)!]
[Consumed Origin Points × 510,000 | 'Gravity Manipulation' level increased! Lv1 → Lv10 (MAX)!]
[Ding! Copied abilities 'Super Psychokinesis (SSR)'… once they reach max level, they will integrate into the main body and release ability slots!]
[Current ability slots occupied: 0/30.
]**
Another over 1.5 million Origin Points were invested, and the new power from Psykos instantly became fully integrated. Jack's already vast spiritual power surged again, and his control over spiritual energy became even more refined and precise.
He looked at the tattered Gyoro Gyoro puppet beneath his feet and declared, "The game is over—Lord Gyoro Gyoro. This puppet body can still be used, so I won't completely destroy it."
Jack paused, as if remembering something, then added, "Oh right—putting a life-sized dummy inside the puppet's body or something—you wouldn't think such a trick could fool anyone, would you?"
Psykos: !!!
It was like a bolt from the blue, striking hard on her crown.
"He actually… he actually even discovered the fake body placed inside the puppet to confuse me!"
Discovering this shocking fact, Psykos could no longer maintain her usual composure and calmness: "Insect God… has been locked onto my true location from the very beginning!!"
At this moment, Jack's figure had transformed into a distorted black light, like plunging into water, effortlessly disappearing into the thick earth.
Deep Underground
This was the deepest secret location of the Monster Association headquarters—an independent space completely isolated from the outside world. The style here was completely different from the rough and wild areas of the Monster Association; it was more like an interdimensional space that combined a top-tier science laboratory with a luxurious private club.
Precise instruments glowed with a faint blue light, yet next to them were expensive leather sofas and a wine cabinet filled with rare vintage wines. On the walls hung several abstract masterpieces that were hard to understand but felt incredibly profound. All of this showcased the taste and wisdom of the master of this place.
However, at this moment, that composure and elegance were long gone.
"Impossible… impossible…"
Psykos collapsed onto her favorite sofa, her tall and voluptuous body trembling uncontrollably, her smooth dark green long hair a bit disheveled. Her delicate face—usually calm and composed as if holding all wisdom—was now unconsciously dripping with large beads of sweat. She racked her brain but couldn't understand where she had been exposed.
Puppets, fake bodies… These arrangements, which she used as trump cards, were so realistic that they were enough to deal with the worst-case scenarios, such as the detection or direct assault of top-tier psychics like Terrible Tornado. But in front of Insect God, they were easily lifted like a girl's skirt, torn to shreds along with the safety shorts underneath.
(Jack: If you were given the answer and then asked to find the problem, it would be just as simple.)
"He's here… He's coming this way!"
The Little Eyeball puppet relays positioned above allowed her to clearly sense a dark light rapidly descending through the solid rock layers at an incredible speed, heading straight for her secret room.
Escaping… was too late.
Psykos took a deep breath, subconsciously pushing up the glasses on her small nose, trying to dispel the panic in her heart and return to her usual calm state. But in the next second, a metallic, heavy black claw silently rested on her shoulder. The sharp claw tip she caught in her peripheral vision made her scalp tingle, and her light green pupils sharply contracted.
The claw resting on her shoulder didn't exert much force, yet it contained a chilling heaviness. Psykos felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen at that moment, her body so stiff she couldn't even lift her hand. Coldness and despair instantly seized her heart.
A voice—carrying a hint of playfulness and mockery—leisurely sounded in her ear.
"We finally meet—Lord Gyoro Gyoro. Or rather… what should I call you?"
It was over.
Psykos froze in place, her mind blank.
But the expected pain—or even death—did not come. The claw that had once torn apart the Great Serpent merely restricted her movement, without causing further harm.
Wait—Insect God didn't kill me immediately?
This thought ignited a faint glimmer in Psykos's chaotic mind. Her fair, cold fingers trembled slightly. Psykos stiffly and slowly turned around, forced to face the figure that filled her with dread.
At this moment, Jack was also looking with interest at the woman he had known for over half a year but was seeing in person for the first time.
It had to be said, Psykos's true form was indeed a rare beauty. Over 1.7 meters tall, with an unreasonably hot figure, her voluptuous curves were perfectly outlined by a white researcher's uniform. Her light blue wavy long hair, combined with that intellectual and aloof mature woman's face, and the slight redness on her cheeks and corners of her eyes due to fear, created a kind of ascetic beauty that blended wisdom and fragility.
Though she had seen the dark Monster in front of her before, the burning eyes that seemed to pierce through everything brazenly scrutinized her. Psykos felt as if she had been stripped naked, all her secrets exposed.
An unprecedented sense of shame surged through her, making the blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her earlobes. An absurd yet highly probable thought, like lightning, flashed through her mind.