Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 425

Chapter 425: Pound of Flesh
Mark grabbed the handle, and he heard it rattle as he tried to open it. It was locked.

Crack!

The lock suddenly cracked under Mark’s grip, and he opened the door calmly and entered. Inside the room, there were two people sitting at the table. One of them was the short deputy director of the Superhuman Alliance, George, and the other was an older man whose hair was already graying at the scalp. The both of them had been in the middle of a conversation when Mark walked in, and they both stopped what they had been saying and turned to face Mark.

Mark looked between them both before walking into the room and standing in front of the desk to stare down at the deputy director.

“We need to talk.”

Mary came into the room shortly after Mark and started apologizing immediately.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I couldn’t stop him from—”

The old man raised his hand with a smile.

“It’s fine, Mary. You can go. I don’t think anyone can blame you for not being able to stop Mr. Vanitas here.”

Mark turned to give the old man a stare, and the old man just smiled back. Mark immediately activated his True Sight.

…

Name: Henry Ford

Race: Human

Rank: EPIC Rank II

Potential: EPIC Rank I

Description: ???

Affiliation: ???

…

Mark raised a brow in surprise once he saw the rank of the person sitting in front of him. He’s an EPIC Rank II? That means he’s as strong as me. Mark knew that the old man was a superhuman, but the man looked so laidback and normal that no one would have guessed he was that strong. Mark frowned when he saw that he couldn’t see the man’s description or affiliation, and he realized it was because his True Sight skill wasn’t leveled up enough. Mark didn’t know if a chance like this to see the man’s description would come again, so he decided to just send skill points and improve the skill right there.

[Does the user wish to send skill points to the selected skill? Yes/No]

Mark chose yes, and the system sent the points to his True Sight skill.

…

The user has sent 600 points to True Sight.

Current True Sight: B rank [1/1600]

…

Once Mark was sure that the points were transferred, he used the skill on Henry again.

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Name: Henry Ford

Race: Human

Rank: EPIC Rank II

Potential: EPIC Rank I

Description: The enigmatic and free-spirited director of the Superhuman Alliance American Branch. He is a superhuman with a major blessing from Zeus, the god of lightning and the sky, that gives him full control over all forms of electricity, as well as partial control over the weather and the ability to create lightning bolts. Although he is the director of the Superhuman Alliance, he mostly stays in the background and leaves all the official and formal work to George, the deputy director, and only shows himself when a serious event requiring his attention occurs.

Affiliation: Chaotic Good

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‘So he’s the director of the Superhuman Alliance?’

There were currently six SOVEREIGNS in the Federation of America: Gunter Jake, Sasha Palmer, Luna, Alec Ben, and Mark became the sixth after his assessment a few weeks ago. But the strongest SOVEREIGN was someone who never really showed himself, and Mark didn’t think he would be running into the man like this. Henry Ford was an enigma that most people in America didn’t know about. Everyone thought that Gunter was the strongest SOVEREIGN, but only those with the necessary clearance or those who really needed to know were aware that this was not true. Henry Ford was the strongest superhuman in America, as well as the leader of the Superhuman Alliance in America. This was akin to being the ambassador of the UN for America.

Mary nodded her head when Henry told her to leave, and she gently tried to close the door as she walked out, but the door swung open again as the broken lock refused to click into place. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of Mary’s neck as she nervously tried to close it over and over again.

“S-Sorry, sir. I… I think it’s broken…”

Henry smiled and spoke up.

“It’s fine, Mary. Leave it.”

“S-Sorry.”

Mary nervously apologized before she left the room, and the door slowly swung back open. Throughout all this, Mark kept his eyes locked on George with a furious look on his face. Once they were alone, Mark spoke up before anyone else.

“Where is Salazar?”

George gave Mark a shaky smile as he felt sweat building on his forehead. He brought out a handkerchief and started to clean it nervously.

“W-Well, we can’t really tell you about that, Mr. Vanitas. It’s an international secret involving many government agencies. But if you wait for some time—”

Mark’s hands tightened into fists.

“Look me in the fucking eye, George. Do I look like I’m fucking playing with you? You don’t know how much I want to kill that bastard, but I’m trying very hard to hold myself back right now. Where the fuck is Salazar?”

George felt his heart race in fear as sweat pooled on his back. Mark’s glare made it hard for George to even think straight, and the short man looked away while trying to repeat what he had said before. They really couldn’t tell Mark about it since he didn’t have the necessary clearance. This was an international secret that only a few people knew about.

Henry noticed George’s nervousness and finally spoke up while raising a hand. He knew that if he didn’t intervene, George might just have a heart attack.

“How about reducing that pressure of yours first, Mr. Vanitas? George here is a normal human, and it’s going to end up killing him if you aren’t careful.”

Mark finally turned to glare at the older man, and Henry frowned seriously while waiting for Mark to do as he said. Mark decided to release a breath and reduced the intensity of his stare, and he could literally see George’s breath calming down as George released a relieved sigh. Mark turned away from George and spoke to Henry.

“You’re the director of the Superhuman Alliance, aren’t you?”

The older man raised a brow.

“My, my, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone about that before. How did you come to that conclusion?”

“Call it a lucky guess. I want to see Salazar.”

Henry laughed and folded his hands while leaning back in his seat.

“And what, pray tell, would you want to see an international criminal for?”

“That bastard sent assassins after my family. I want my pound of flesh.”

Mark’s eyes radiated pure murder, and George swallowed hard as he leaned away from Mark a little. Henry, meanwhile, just raised a brow.

“You do know that you’re not the only one with a vendetta against Salazar. He affected many families and killed too many people for him to be the enemy of just one person. I can’t just hand him over to you without everyone else wanting a piece of him as well. Our method is the best.”

Ding!

Suddenly, Mark’s system brought up a prompt that appeared on a tab in front of him as his divine skill activated.

[Styxwater’s Discernment] has detected a lie!