Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 664

Chapter 664: The Way of The Russians
“We told him four years ago not to send out that Armageddon, and he didn’t listen to us. He was lucky enough to not get caught the first time, and that luck made him careless. It was only a matter of time before his plans were foiled. The human King is not a force someone of his level can handle. The human KING possesses the favor of the gods, so he will be difficult for mere monsters to handle. To kill a KING, we must possess a KING of our own.”

The darkness covering the two voices shifted as the voices went silent, and they both sighed in relief at the same time before they slowly began to come out of the cave to reveal that they were both heads attached to a large bulbous body of a spider. The two-headed spider had just eaten a large meal and had been digesting it in the cave for a day, and now that it was finished, it could move around freely again.

The spider was huge, almost large enough to cover half a football pitch with its legs spread wide, and its body radiated so much power that it was impossible for any creature in the jungle to challenge it. Its skin was black, and each of its eight legs had a metallic tip that stabbed into the ground and gripped it with immense force. Both of its heads had the same purple spherical-like appearance, but the head on the left had eight large eyes, while the head on the right only had four.

The spider climbed out the side of the hill and looked out into the forest to see how things were in its territory. The head on the left hummed and spoke up.

“How much longer do you think it will take before we can come out of hiding? I’m growing tired of this forest. I want to eat human meat.”

The head on the right snickered before it spoke up.

“Not long, I’m sure. We have waited for three years, but the time is almost here. A few more days won’t make a difference. I’m sure you felt it too, didn’t you? It was only for a moment, but I’m sure of it. Our KING is alive in the world, and before long, he will call on us.”

…

[Somewhere deep within the Russian Continent.]

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Stupid bitch! Don’t steal if you don’t even know how to run!”

Bam!

A young girl of thirteen years old lay on the ground and held a piece of bread to her chest while she curled in on herself and weathered a beating from the store owners she had just stolen bread from. The girl was wearing rags that were dirty and torn at various parts of her body. Her blonde hair was messy and caked with mud, and there was a bruise on the right side of her face from when she was tackled to the ground by the man.

The three men who were standing over her and beating her were far older than she was, and one of them was wearing an apron that hung loosely from his thin body.

The streets of Russia were not kind to many of the citizens in the country. Ever since the anima appeared from the shores of Russia four years ago, fear and terror have been the only constant that the citizens have been experiencing. The citizens thought that after the emergence of superhumans in Russia, they would have some peace and they would be able to move into a new age like the Americans did, but their superhumans weren’t as kind as the ones in America, and their story did not go how anyone would have thought.

The first thing that the superhumans in Russia did once they gained their powers was to destroy most of the anima that appeared from their shores and set up proper watch posts around to ensure there were no more anima sightings they couldn’t handle, but the second thing they did was to kill every single government official that held any form of power in the country.

The strongest superhuman in Russia was an undefined superhuman named Fyodor Ivanov. A former general in the military and a merciless man who wanted power more than anyone else in the country. He was blessed by Ares, the god of war, and possessed the dual powers of precognition and superstrength. His precognition gave him the ability to see three seconds into the future at any moment, and when added to his superstrength that allowed him to go toe-to-toe with Gunter on any given day, he was basically a one-man unstoppable army that no one would stand up to in a fight. He ruled the superhuman population of Russia with an iron fist, and with his personal army of superhumans, he took over the government and claimed the country as his own.

Although many other countries did not approve of this, they were all too busy trying their best to protect and preserve the lives of their own citizens, and there was nothing they could do about his actions. By the time the world was in a balanced state and people had any chance to look at Russia properly, Fyodor had already taken all the precautions to ensure that no one would ever be able to take power away from him again. He had become a dictator who ruled over one of the strongest countries in the world.

Although Fyodor’s coup was a bloody one, the lives of the superhumans in the country became infinitely better after he became the leader of the country. Fyodor understood the need to take care of those who worked under you, so he made sure that his soldiers were rich and comfortable so that they would never see the need to rise up or revolt. But the same could not be said for those who did not possess blessings.

Any family in Russia that did not have at least one person who possessed a blessing was immediately demoted into the ranks of poverty. They were all put into concentration camps, and it wasn’t long before people in Russia started to see them as second-class families and citizens. Hunger and sickness were the norm in these concentration camps, and since the government didn’t take care of them at all, many of the children took to stealing and armed robbery to try and make ends meet.

The little girl on the ground taking a beating from three men was one of those children that had to begin stealing in order to not die of hunger.

The men beating her calmed down after a few more kicks, and the man wearing the apron frowned while breathing heavily as he saw that she was still holding tightly to the bread she had stolen. Even after the intense beating, she still refused to give up what she stole. He would just kill this bitch and leave her body in a ditch somewhere! It wasn’t like anyone would give a damn! As far as he was concerned, her life was less precious than the money he would make for selling that bread!

Doom!

A chill suddenly ran down the spine of everyone there as they felt a pressure pressing down on them. The three men stumbled back from the girl as they started to look around the dark alley they were in. The girl had been dragged in here by the men so that they wouldn’t be seen by anyone, but now they were all feeling dread in their bodies as they glanced at the darkness.