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.
"Do you guys want to foolishly die here?" I asked in disbelief.
From behind, I felt the presence of a superhuman rushing towards us, followed by several others further away, all heading in our direction. I wasn't familiar with their powers and had no intention of finding out.
They were likely superhumans from the Liberation Group or superhumans from a mercenary group. Thinking about that, I genuinely didn't want any of them approaching us; they were professional killers.
Seeing the three girls not making a move, I swiftly pulled out my magnum from behind my back, aiming in the direction of the incoming superhuman. I didn't need to wait until I saw him because I knew he was in front of me and getting closer. Without hesitation, I fired, causing Gris, Angelina, and Nadia to scream in surprise, covering their ears from the gunshot's deafening sound, and huddle back into the elevator.