Adam_Aksara

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.

King of All Superhumans

Lawrence was able to read the name inside which was "Michelle." He retorted, "Michelle, aren't you aware of the Intelligence Division's rule against letting others casually access such books?"

Michelle laughed heartily. "Oh, Lawrence, it seems your sharpness is fading," she jeered, pointing at me. "Do you know he has clothes, even underwear, at my apartment?" Lawrence was silent while Nadia looked shocked, her eyes widening at me

"Michelle," I protested with a grimace.

"Am I lying?" Michelle shot back, and I couldn't deny it. Indeed, I had some spare clothes there, often used when I'd take Michelle home drunk, but my intentions were always honorable.

Michelle glared at Lawrence, "Do I wear his clothes or underwear?"

"So why are those clothes in my apartment and who would wear them?"

Goodbye