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.
"What did Jaime text you?" Arabelle asked Michelle.
Michelle looking at her mobile phone screen, "Goodbye."
"Is that all? So he wont come?"
Michelle nodded and as she read those words again, tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
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The sound of birds chirping loudly filled the air and I woke up inside my simple tent. I felt cold and sneezed a few times before walking out of the tent, hugging myself as I shivered from the cold air and seeing the mist around me. I looked at my half-constructed house, hoping that it would be finished soon. Standing there, shivering while looking at the house, I sighed, clearly recalling how my previous house had collapsed because of... because of...
I can't remember.