Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 456

Chapter 456: The Slums of City B
Thousands of questions ran through Pat’s mind at that moment! Who put the clusters there? How did they do it, and how the fuck did they do it without anyone knowing? Was there some sort of secret tunnel under America that people weren’t talking about? What the fuck is all this!?

Pat needed to tell Mark about this right now! Wait, would he even take me seriously if I just called and said that these many anima were under the country? No, I need to show him!

Pat immediately made a call to Mark again, and Mark picked up with an annoyed tone in his voice. This was the third time that Pat was calling in less than two hours, and it was starting to piss Mark off. But once Pat spoke, Mark was able to tell that this call was not like the other two. There was something serious happening.

“Mark, I’m coming over to see you right now! There’s something big happening that I need to show you! Don’t go anywhere!”

[What’s happening?]

“Just don’t go anywhere! I can’t explain everything over the phone!”

Click!

Pat immediately grabbed a laptop from the side and told his system to transfer all the data that he had on his PC to the farm server cloud in City S so he could access it from his laptop.

“Once you’re done with the transfer, delete everything on the PC! Wipe it clean! Wait, don’t wipe that folder. You know the one I’m talking about.”

[Confirmed! Transferring data! Once the transfer is complete, the system will proceed to wipe all data except for your milf hentai—]

“Don’t say it!”

[Confirmed. Wiping all data except for ‘that folder.’]

Pat grabbed his hoodie, put on a pair of jeans, and took his car keys from the side before he bolted out of the house to meet with Mark.

…

In the lower districts of City B, a lone woman walked down a dark alleyway. The woman was dressed simply, with a black shirt and black trousers that covered her body fully. The clothes were slightly dirty, and they hugged her body tight in a way that would be seen as almost seductive, but the woman didn’t care about the way people looked at her dress. She dressed this way so that she would have enough freedom to move around as much as she wanted. She had a modest bust size and a thin waist that flowed out into a perfectly shaped ass.

Her hair was white and cut into a short bob, and her sharp brown eyes glared at everything around her cautiously as she stepped out from the dark alleyway and began making her way down a deserted street. She had a black scarf around her neck that covered half of her face, and she drew it up while giving a beggar on the side of the street a nasty glare as she passed him. On the other side of the street, a faulty streetlight flickered twice before dimming down pathetically.

The area that she was walking through was known as the underground slums. It was a dark, depressing place where all the criminal rejects that couldn’t fit into society were familiar with, and it was also one of the most dangerous places in City B. Death, theft, and rape were the norms in this area. There was no rule of law to stop people from acting however they wanted, and anyone you met on the side of the street could become your killer at any moment. Even that beggar that she just passed was not excluded. On a worse day, the beggar might’ve been a dangerous murderer, and he would have jumped out and attacked her if she wasn’t paying attention.

Anyone who willingly walked through the streets of this city at night had to either be stupid or capable of taking care of themselves. The woman thought she was both.

The woman did not know what her name was. She was never told what her real name was in the orphanage she grew up in, and she was given the name A by her employer as an alias. She was not meant to be here, especially not at this time of night. But there was a job that she was given by someone important, and that made it necessary for her to risk walking through the streets like this. Normally, A would never even think of accepting such a risky job, especially when it involved anything to do with superhumans.

It was a rule in the underworld that superhumans were not to be associated with. The people in the underworld saw the superhumans as glory hounds who were foolish for using their powers to save others in the way they were doing it. Even those who had blessings from gods in the underworld didn’t see themselves as superhumans. Here, they were called the Blessed, and they only used their powers for their personal gains.

A was also a Blessed; she was a B-ranked Blessed with a blessing from Helios, the god of the sun, but her blessing and power were something that she kept very close to her chest and never told anyone. The only person that knew what her blessing was, was her employer, and that was because he would have killed her if she didn’t tell him. In a place like the underworld where danger lay around every corner, something like a hidden power could be the difference between life and death in the middle of a fight.

A grimaced as she turned a corner and saw a man taking a shit on the side of the road. The man turned his dead eyes to her and just stared through her like she wasn’t even there, and A sidestepped him with a glare before continuing on her way. The man watched her go for a few seconds, and A wondered if he would try to attack her—or worse, throw shit at her—but he didn’t, and A easily went down the road and around the next intersection to disappear from his sight.

A would normally never take a job given to her by a superhuman. So then, why was A on this job in the first place?

Well, it was because of who gave her the job. A has been a part of the superhuman underworld for the past four years now, and she had a great disdain for everything related to the superhuman guilds and the government. But there was one person that she did not have any such hatred for at all. That person was GHOST. The masked superhuman who fought on the frontline without revealing his identity for a long time and then became one of the most powerful superhumans in the world through undeniable hard work.

This was something that A admired a lot. The strength to not only fight at such a high level but to also do it without caring for the fame was inspiring, and the fact that GHOST reminded A so much of KING was even better. A has never told anyone that she was saved by KING during her younger years. It was when she was an undercover spy for her boss working as a barista in a shady pub of a rival gang, and the building was almost crushed during the fight between KING and Armageddon. KING took time to grab her and toss her out of the pub before Armageddon could hit her, and this was the one memory of a superhuman that A remembered fondly.