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.
"You know?" Nadia's head lifted again, looking at me, "Dr. Kumar tried to contact the intelligence department, and...and..."
"And?" I urged anxiously.
"They dismissed Kumar, saying that there was no such man at all... they are so heartless," Nadia cursed.
They are doing their job correctly, I thought. They'd never know about me.
"Michelle must be sad now, right?"
"Michelle?" I asked, unaware of the connection.
"That man is a close friend of Michelle's," Nadia tried to explain, her drunken state making her look comical, "Michelle is probably crying right now." I recalled Michelle vacationing abroad with her boyfriend, clearly far from feeling sad or crying. "I... I...," Nadia stammered, looking down as if embarrassed, "I want to cry with Michelle, maybe she would tell more about that man that I don't know." Nadia sobbed, "I want to know about him."
I swallowed hard. It could be dangerous if they met, "I think it's better not to."