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.
All the guests had left, leaving only me, Xian, Vito, and Jushin in this large room. We were waiting for what he would say, and at Xian's request, all the guests had been asked to leave first, of course with a promise that such an event would not happen again. I have deleted all their data, including the data I stored on the internet via my mobile phone, and looked at Jushin's small body.
"Where is Nadia?" I asked roughly, feeling my anger boiling because this small man wasn't as good as I thought. If he hadn't had his turn being read earlier, maybe he would still be silent and laughing when I clashed with all the superhumans.
'Did he do it on purpose?'
Jushin looked at me. "Don't be in a hurry, she's still alive, but if you don't want to hear my story, I can't guarantee her life." Story? My eyes glared at him, forcing me to swallow my anger and wait. "Jaime, do you know that all your powers are a gift from us?" Jushin asked.