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Jake pitched in. "It's a tie so whose side are you on Alexis?" Asher asked hopefully. "You're the tie breaker." I looked around me at the four guys and couldn't help but wonder how I had become such good friends with all of them and how I was able to tolerate their stupidity. "Staying true to myself," I began, "I've got to go with the villains, because honestly who are superheroes without villains to fight? That's right, just a bunch of weirdos in tight-arse clothes and underwear outside their pants," I stated matter-of-factly. "Batman wouldn't be Batman without The Joker and Superman wouldn't be Superman without Lex Luthor."

Before Frank could speak, Moxxi answered, "We know our chief very well even if others don't. The only difference between him and superheroes is the red underwear, and it's only natural he refuses to allow any nonsense to happen where his light touches—right, dear leader?" Frank rolled his eyes at both Moxxi and Jada—those two could really be a handful on occasions. Hana Pearce came up just then. "Superhero? What superhero?" "Exactly the one you're thinking of!"

Did this mean the teacher… was the boss of their boss? Their heads couldn't handle this information. Wait a second. Did the older man say "Master Pearce"? Was he referring to the same Master Pearce who conjured a leviathan out of thin air and defeated Deus Gamibo, the undefeated King of Martial Arts? Machetes, baseball bats, and various weapons clattered to the floor. They were terrified. Everyone had heard of Master Pearce. He was an actual superhero, unbeatable and indestructible! Cyclops felt despair consume him. "Oh God! Save me, Mr. Flemming!"

“Yes, sweethearts, I will sleep here.” The twins happily clapped together. “Will you read us story books?” asked Sunny. “I would love that, sweetheart. What kind of book do you want me to read for you?” “I have plenty of books about princesses!” Sunny answered after swallowing the meatballs she was eating. “Princess? He will read to us about superheroes.” Skye appealed. “Princess!” “Superheroes!” “Princess!” “Superheroes!” “What about both?” Tristan intervenes in my twins’ fight.

However, I knew I could trust Frank and, again, it would be a pretty hard sell to convince someone that I could just 'stop time. "There's the superhero!" Brandon said, bumping fists with me as he passed by to take his seat. I turned to Frank with a content, yet curious gaze. Frank shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips, letting me know he didn't tell anyone. He and Josh also took their seats as Brandon continued on. "The man with the healing factor, the lightning moves and a kick that can knock down a tree! And he's not bad with the ladies." The lot of us chuckled, including Frank. It was nice to see him in a good mood again.

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

“I learned about dinosaurs! And I drew a family! And Tommy said his dad is a lawyer! And I said my dad is a superhero! And—” _Silence._ He stopped. Looked at Adrian. At the scar. Thin. Pink. Healing. “Is your ouch better,” Alex asked. Quiet. 5 years old. Remembering. Chapter 54. Gun. Blood. “All better,” Adrian said. Crouching. Tapping the scar. “See? Superhero healing.” “Good,” Alex said. Nodded. Serious. “Because we need you. For 3 AM. And 3 PM. And all the times.”

The heroes understood that the consequences of such an act would be catastrophic, leading to the destruction of everything they held dear. As they delved deeper into the details of this nefarious plan, they uncovered a hierarchy of powerful adversaries within the organization. Each member had a specific role and possessed unique abilities that made them formidable foes. They learned about the mysterious leader who remained shrouded in secrecy, an enigmatic figure known only as "The Shadowmancer."

"Sure, Chrystal. What's on your mind?" "If you were a superhero, what would be your superpower?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I chuckled, taking a moment to consider her question. "You know, Chrystal, I think my superpower would be the ability to heal hearts. To mend broken spirits and bring a sense of hope and love to those who have faced hardships." Chrystal's smile widened, and her enthusiasm was palpable. "That's an amazing choice, can you imagine the impact you would have on people's lives? Healing hearts and spreading love, it's a superpower that the world truly needs," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

Civilians came to put in their petty requests which they were normally too lazy to do by themselves (more of domestic stuffs really) and paid to have them done for them by the E-ranks, who got these domestic chores assigned to them by the Hero-League as their missions. A notification alert popped up on Suzanne's phone. 'Please tell me you're awake,' It read. She rolled her eyes. It was one of her team mates, Ethan. 'You are....right?' Another message again. She hissed and went to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed. The last year when she was a freshman at Superhero High, the school asigned to her by the Hero League, she had to dress strictly in the uniform provided whose color mainly