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.
"It's too late, for in the next moment, I felt an excruciating pain. Someone sat me right in the chest, and the impact hurt my hand as well, making it hard for me to breathe. To make matters worse, someone sat on my broken leg. I cried out in pain. "Michelle, get off! And anyone else, please get off now!"
"You shouldn't have sent your photo. I had asked for a picture of your room," Michelle grumbled as she got off me.
Tears formed in my eyes from the pain. The nurse standing by my bedside looked puzzled as three uniformed BtP personnel suddenly appeared before her. Two women and one man.
"How are you feeling?" Michelle asked me, looking concerned.
"Much worse since you arrived," I replied irritably.
Michelle made a displeased face and pulled one of the women forward, "I brought a super zoom-zoom healer for you; you should thank me."