Orphan-turned-bartender Jaime, believed to be ordinary despite a superhuman-creating event, is the most powerful among them, able to mimic and amplify superpowers. With Armageddon approaching, he is destined to be the Superhuman King, standing at the crossroads of a celestial war. Armed with immense powers, he must choose his allegiance between angels or demons, his decision bearing the weight of the universe's fate.
Over the next two weeks, everything went smoothly, in fact, in my opinion, very well; my place now seemed more lively. I didn't ask anything about the superhuman abilities of those two because I didn't really care about that. What concerned me was how to better control my flying energy and to extend the range of that energy.
Sometimes, I taught Lily to play games, read her fairy tale books with challenging words, and they both learned to operate the television by themselves. Since I already had a washing machine and Grandpa Xian diligently wielded a broom, my place became even cleaner. I felt living this way forever wouldn't be so bad. As for Grandpa Xian, I still couldn't quite understand the language he used, which seemed foreign and he didn't seem to speak any other language apart from his native one, but he always seemed to understand what I said.