Strongest Superhuman System

The mailman smiled slightly as he brought out a piece of paper from his back pocket and held it up while staring at Arit expectantly. The mailman wanted to ask Arit a series of questions, and he hoped that Arit would agree to answer the questions he had.

Arit could see the innocent desperation in the mailman\'s eyes, and she decided that it might not be so difficult if it was just a few questions. Arit was the sort of person who found it hard to say no to someone when she saw that they really needed help. That is why she was chosen as the class representative of her class right from her first year.

She was always trying to help people, and she just became one of the most trustworthy people in the class without knowing.

Mark was the exact opposite of her. He would not go out of his way for something as trivial as this unless it was worth his time. He would have turned around and slammed the door in the mailman\'s face if he felt like it. Arit smiled a little as she thought about this, and she could feel her heart flutter as she thought about Mark. Arit has been thinking about him too much recently.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

The mailman\'s face lit up as he heard her agree to his request. He began to ask a number of harmless questions that did not take any time for Arit to answer. They were simply things like how happy she was with the recent delivery time, as well as how much and if she was willing to pay for a premium delivery service that delivered her goods in a single day.

But then, after some time, the questions slowly started to change, and they suddenly turned personal.

"Are you the only one who lives here? Oh, someone else lives with you?"

"At what time do you usually leave the house for school? Is your school nearby?"

"Are there any young children living in the apartment?"

"Do they attend a nearby elementary or middle school?"

Arit answered all the questions that the man asked her easily, but she was slowly starting to become suspicious as his questions became more and more personal. Why would he want to know if she was living alone? Does the post office send packages based on how many people live in an apartment? That makes no sense at all!

And why would he also want to know when I leave my house? The way things were going, Arit was beginning to suspect that this mailman was actually a thief, and he would try to break into their house later when they were not around and steal from them. She decided that she would no longer answer his questions since they were so suspicious.

\'You shouldn\'t let him go! What if he is trying to hurt Mark? You should kidnap him and ask him what his real intentions are! If he refuses to answer you, then kill him!\'

Arit had to fight to keep herself from doing what the voice in her head told her. Ever since she and Mark had sex, she was no longer able to keep the voice from trying to protect Mark. It felt like the voice was now twice as strong as before, and she could feel her eyes flash yellow as she almost charged at the innocent mailman!

He grinned at her.

"So, now that we\'re finished with business, do you reckon I could get your phone number? For personal reasons."

The mailman was obviously trying to flirt with Arit, and Arit seemed to lose all the wind in her sails and she raised an irritated brow. She completely ignored him as she decided that she was done with him.

Ka-cha.

The door closed behind her, and the man\'s hand dropped from his cap as he glanced down the corridor to his left and his right with narrowed eyes. He took off his cap and ran his hand through his black hair as his posture straightened until his shoulders were square and his core was tight.

He began walking out of the building with silent steps, and as he passed the main entrance of the building, he turned around into the alley took off his gloves, and threw them into a dustbin along with his cap.

Inside the dustbin, the half-naked body of a man was lying among the trash with blood leaking from behind his head. This was the actual mailman who was supposed to bring the delivery to Arit. He was intercepted by another man in the middle of his delivery, and he was overpowered by the other man.

The real mailman was easily knocked unconscious as the other man stole his outfit and took on the role of mailman.

The man who stole the mailman\'s clothes was actually the Superhuman Killer who was assigned to kill Mark Vanitas. He was currently going around and trying to get as much information as possible about Mark Vanitas before he started the mission, but what he had been able to get was not encouraging. It seems that Mark Vanitas was as elusive as they come.

Mark did not have any parents, and his guardians\' names and identities were both locked out from public records for some reason. You will need to be a part of the government before you can access the information, and that will take a lot of time to bypass.

Secondly, Mark did not have any hobbies other than fixing his motorcycle in a nearby garage and skipping school as much as possible to go and fight against Anima. There weren\'t many chances to catch Mark unawares since he has such a small circle of hobby spots, and at this rate, it would become inevitable that he would involve humans in this mission.

The Superhuman Killer ran a hand through his hair again and sighed as he tossed the mailman clothes to the side and arranged his t-shirt and trousers properly while stepping into the street. He made sure that his fake nose and color-changing eye contacts were in place before he relaxed and blended into the crowd.

He has been trained from a young age on how to blend into society perfectly so no one turned to look at the perfectly normal man walking around and in between people while moving down the street.

The Superhuman Killer wasn\'t always known as such. Before the sudden surge in Superhuman abilities that happened four years ago, the Superhuman Killer was once a member of the military.

He belonged to an extremely secretive sector of the army known as the Assassination unit. Their job was to get into the most difficult of places, kill the most dangerous of people, and get out without being seen, heard, or known. They lived their lives in the shadows, and they were born and bred to thrive in the fine art of taking human life.

But that life was something that he quickly grew a hatred for.