In the supermarket warehouse of that shopping mall.

  Right now, the place had been ransacked clean.

  All that was left was an empty warehouse with its door shut tight.

  Inside, it was as dark as a cave, and you could just barely make out some faint whispers.

  “Hey, Bro.bin. Why haven't those dozen or so guys we sent out yesterday shown up yet?

  That kid's all by his lonesome.

  There's no way it should take them this long to handle him.”

  This Bro.bin fella had a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed and not someone you'd want to mess with.

  “Those under Bro.3th are getting more useless by the day. It's just to grab a space ring. How'd they get held up for so long? If my foot wasn't busted, I'd have gone myself.”

  Bro.bin glanced down at his bandaged foot.

  If it wasn't for the fact that he'd hurt his leg fighting some mutant and couldn't go chasing after people, with his super-strength power, dealing with a snot-nosed brat would've been a piece of cake.

  They'd had their eyes on the goodies in this warehouse for a while.

  They were just a hair too late yesterday, and some kid who came out of nowhere snatched up everything.

  Didn't leave them a crumb.

  And who'd have thought a kid who didn't even look old enough to shave would have a space ring?

  You know how rare and valuable a storage space like that is.

  Having one means you can hoard all kinds of supplies like a squirrel with nuts.

  Since he'd stumbled onto such a sweet deal, he wasn't about to let it slide.

  He sent over half his crew to cut the kid off, dead set on getting that space ring.

  He'd figured it'd be a walk in the park.

  After all, the other side was just one person.

  But would you believe it?

  The guys he sent still hadn't come back.

  “Bro.bin, you think he might be a superpower too? Bro.3th and the others could be in deep trouble.”

  A blondie piped up.

  “Bro.3th brought some tough cookies. Even if that punk's a superpower, there's no way he could take out Bro.3th and a dozen of them all at once.”

  A buzz-cut with jet-black hair chimed in.

  Another four or five of the gang nodded along, thinking the buzz-cut had a point.

  “What do you say, Bro.bin?”

  The blondie asked.

  “Little Black's right. Even I wouldn't bet on taking down a dozen of them all at the same time. Let alone that pretty boy.”

  Bro.bin said.

  “Bro.3th and the others must be tied up with something. Let's wait a bit longer.”

  Just as Bro.bin finished yapping, there was a knock on the warehouse door.

  This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

  Everyone perked up.

  “It's gotta be Bro.3th and the gang coming back!”

  Bro.bin was grinning from ear to ear.

  “Go open the door. Let's give our heroes a proper welcome.”

  Little Black and the blondie sprinted to the door.

  The thick warehouse door creaked open slowly.

  Two figures, one tall and one short, popped into view.

  Before Little Black and the blondie could even blink, some super-thin wires zipped through their heads and dropped them like flies.

  “Boom… Boom…”

  The two bodies hit the floor one after the other.

  Bro.bin's face went white as a sheet.

  It was that darn powerful thunder-attribute superpower!

  No wonder Bro.3th and the crew never made it back.

  This time, he'd really stepped in it.

  Billy Jean tiptoed around the two corpses, then puckered up her lips and shot Michael Joke a dirty look.

  “I don't want these. One's got yellow hair, the other's all dark. They don't make me want to chow down one bit.”

  Michael Joke rubbed his temples, exasperated.

  No wonder she was still so puny, despite her crazy flesh-evolving mojo.

  Guess there was a reason for it.

  With her being so picky, it was a wonder she hadn't starved to death already.

  “Michael Joke, did you hear me? I don't want them. I've got zero appetite.”

  Michael Joke let out a sigh and motioned for her to peek inside.

  “There's a few more in there. Don't sweat it.”

  Billy Jean squinted into the gloom.

  Her eyesight was lousy to begin with, and with the dim light, she could only make out a couple of shapes.

  “If these still don't cut it, you better let me suck your blood without a fuss.”

  “Okay, wait by the door. I'll go in and sort this out.”

  With that, Michael Joke strolled into the warehouse.

  Billy Jean stood by the door like a good little girl.

  After all, her main gig was eating.

  …

  “Bro.bin, that guy's coming. What do we do now?”

  The younger gang member's voice quivered like a leaf.

  That guy had taken out two of their buddies with one move.

  It'd be a lie to say they weren't scared stiff.

  Bro.bin's palms were sweating bullets too.

  Against a thunder-attribute superpower, he didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell.

  He was thinking about whether he could bluff his way out later.

  “Little brother…”

  But before he could even get a word out, the other side didn't give him the time of day and came at him straight.

  Those super-thin wires were already shooting for his head.

  Luckily, he was a superpower too, and his reflexes were sharp.

  He dove to the side in a flash.

  His four or five younger pals weren't so lucky.

  The wires skewered their heads like kebabs, and they were goners.

  In the blink of an eye, it was just Bro.bin left.

  All his crew was wiped out.

  At that moment, he wished he'd never crossed this Grim Reaper.

  Those sharp, dark eyes locked onto him, and Bro.bin didn't dare to breathe.

  “Little brother, let's talk. I'm a strength-based superpower. If you let me go, I'll swear loyalty to you for life.”

  “Not interested.”

  As the cold voice echoed, a small bolt of lightning zapped down at Bro.bin.

  Bro.bin twisted to the side, but he was a tad too slow.

  The lightning caught his shoulder.

  “Boom…”

  A blinding flash lit up the place.

  Bro.bin crumpled to his knees, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

  There was a gaping wound on his shoulder, so deep you could see the bone.

  Blood was gushing out like a fountain.

  In a few seconds, half his body was soaked red, and the smell of blood filled the air.

  At that moment, Billy Jean, who'd been twiddling her thumbs by the warehouse door, had a glimmer of bloodthirsty red flash in her eyes.

  It wasn't as intense as Michael Joke's, but it was way better than your average Joe's.

  Billy Jean made up her mind. He'd do.

  Bro.bin was writhing in pain on his knees, sweating like a pig.

  He couldn't believe that as a superpower himself, he couldn't even last one round against this guy.

  “Roar…”

  He thought he was hearing things when he heard a vampire moan.

  After all, with a superpower around, how could a vampire still be kicking?

  Then he saw a pair of feet shuffling towards him in a really odd way.

  He looked up and bam!

  Met a pair of cloudy eyes.

  “Ah…”

  He scooted back so fast his butt hit the ground.

  It was a vampire, all right.

  And this vampire was tagging along with the thunder-attribute superpower.

  He'd seen her from afar earlier and thought she was just some regular girl.

  Who'd have thought she was a vampire?

  “Aren't you hungry?”

  Unlike the icy voice from before, Michael Joke's voice now had a touch of softness and fondness.

  Bro.bin's face turned green.

  This guy was actually going to feed him to the vampire!

  After all, he was a superpower too.

  He really felt like he'd been slapped in the face.

  Since that was the case, he wasn't going to take it lying down.

  “I'll fight you to the death!”

  He sprang up and lunged at Michael Joke, swinging a fist that could knock out a horse.

  It looked like an ordinary punch, but the air whooshed and rippled around it, showing just how much oomph it had.

  Michael Joke stayed cool as a cucumber.

  A long lightning whip materialized in his palm, and he cracked it like a cowboy.

  “Ah”

  A scream ripped through the quiet warehouse.

  Bro.bin went flying and landed a few yards away, spitting up blood.

  He had brute strength, but against the most powerful superpower, he was toast.

  A pair of long legs came into his line of sight.

  He looked up and saw a face as cold as ice.

  He watched in horror as the super-thin wire pierced his head, and he keeled over, eyes full of rage and disbelief.

  Billy Jean saw the coast was clear and scrambled for her eating tools.

  Oh no!

  She'd forgotten to bring them.