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.
Her body moved slightly closer, and I couldn't back away anymore. I could even feel her breath. Our situation became perilous because my body began to heat up and I felt an attraction towards her, even though her chest was flat.
"You got hurt because of me," Gris said, letting her hand softly touch my cheek. I looked into Gris's eyes that stared back at me, something slightly foggy and dangerous lurked within them.
'I want her, and I knew she want me.'
'Men are wild beasts that pounce on whatever is in front of them, including a good and wise person like me.'
Suddenly, I felt cold all over. I wasn't here for this and quickly pushed her away, stepping aside, "I think I'll take a shower after seeing your beautiful bathroom," I said, giving her my sweetest smile. Even though both of us knew that the nice atmosphere that had been flowing between us was just abruptly interrupted.