Strongest Superhuman System
Chapter 169: I'll Keep You Company Since You Look Like You'll Die Alone.

The superhuman killer blinked and he was suddenly back in the real world. Once more, he had zoned out and Talia had that worried look in her eyes as she stared at him. He smiled at Talia to ease her worry.

"Of course, I'm not lonely. I have you here with me, don't I?"

Talia seemed uncomfortable with what he said, and the superhuman killer understood that his words could be misinterpreted by Talia. He was basically an old man telling a little girl that she was happy that she was with him even though they had never met before today. Oh yeah, that was definitely the wrong way to say it.

He threw another batch of seeds at the birds and smiled kindly as he stopped playing around.

"No, I don't get lonely. I have the birds."

The killer gestured towards the birds, and Talia looked down at them in confusion. A particularly stupid bird came up to her and tried to peck at her shoes, but she kicked her leg in annoyance and the bird flew off in fear.

"These are the things keeping you company?"

Talia asked this question silently as she turned to the superhuman killer, and he shrugged nonchalantly while throwing the last batch of seeds.

Talia hopped off the bench and dusted herself off with one hand.

"You need to meet more people, mister. You're wayyyy older than big brother and he already has that big-breasted bimbo as a girlfriend. I don't like her, but she makes him happy, so I don't mind. I feel bad for you since you're alone all the time. You seem pretty old, and I don't want you to die alone."

The killer felt a small part of him take offense to what Talia just said. He wasn't that old, was he? The killer didn't remember his actual age. Years of training and missions eroded that memory away from his mind and he could be bothered to try and remember how old he was, but from what he understood based on his appearance and fitness level, he was somewhere in his late thirties now.

He was still pretty young! Talia was talking like he was going to drop dead and die any second from now!

Taila continued without noticing the killer's distress.

"I have to go, big brother should be back now."

Talia started to walk away as she said this, and the superhuman killer spoke up before she could leave. He watched Talia walking away with the teddy bear and he felt compelled to ask.

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

Talia turned and huffed as she eyed him with suspicion.

"Grandfather told me to always stay away from old men trying to get me to go places alone. You aren't trying to do anything funny, are you?"

The superhuman killer crossed his heart with that kind smile still on his face.

"I wouldn't dare do something like that. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Hmm. Alright, you look like you'll be alone all your life, so I'll come keep you company with Teddy tomorrow. I'll see you here! Bye bye!"

Talia waved goodbye to him as she headed back towards the hotel, and the superhuman killer raised his hand in a wave until Talia vanished from the park. Once she was gone, the superhuman killer's face finally shifted back to its usual look of blank indifference, and he stared at the birds on the ground as he realized how stupid what he had just done was.

How could he ask her to come back and meet him?

The superhuman killer sighed. He couldn't allow something as pointless as emotion to affect his decisions. He had to be cold and calculated at every turn or something would go wrong. Something always went wrong. His world doesn't allow him to express emotions.

The only saving grace was that the superhuman killer was sure that Talia wouldn't come with Mark since Mark had to go to school, but it was still risky to be asking someone from Mark's family to meet in the park like this.

He squeezed the empty bag of seeds in his hand and threw it into the trash at the side as he stood up and stuffed one hand into his pocket while putting a call out to the man from before.

[Two calls in one day? Are you insane? If you are planning to broadcast your location to the rest of the world, then do not involve me in it. Dig your grave on your own.]

"Sorry, I just had to get to you. Can you get the calamity ready by tomorrow?"

The man on the other end of the call was obviously shocked as he heard what the superhuman killer said. Sending the calamity out tomorrow was not impossible, but it would definitely be difficult to get everything right if you rush it this much.

[Tomorrow? Is that not a bit soon? Are you certain this will not affect the execution?]

"Let me worry about that. Just do it."

[Very well then. I will send you the guild signals tonight and the calamity should go to your specified coordinates at the given time. Do not disappoint me, killer.]

Beep!

The phone went off, and the superhuman killer stuffed it into his pocket with a sigh as he turned around to look at a family in the distance who were tossing a frisbee to each other while their dog bounced around and tried to get it out of the air. He narrowed his eyes at them before he turned away to leave.

"It's a little lonely, I suppose."

…

The next day, Mark decided to go to school using his car rather than the bike. He knew that most of the students in the school didn't know that he had a car, so it would be better to sneak through with the car and then replace their way inside before they got swarmed by the students.

Mark was currently on a call with Patrick with Arit beside him. He had one hand on the wheel and the other one on Art's exposed thigh.

"Have you found anything yet? Is he that good at staying hidden?"

Mark spoke up as he turned the corner of the street and put the car into gear as he started making his way to school. Arit was looking through some notes in the passenger seat with her legs drawn up so that she was resting her shoulder on Mark's shoulder.

Mark clicked the gear changer behind the steering, and he felt the ride becoming smoother as he zoomed down the empty road. On the other end of the call, Pat sighed in slight irritation as he clicked through various images on his laptop.

[I can't really explain it. It's not that he is good at hiding, it is more like he never goes out with the same face or appearance, so I need to deconstruct a new face every time I am trying to pinpoint his location. I was able to narrow down the search region to the space around your hotel since Luna said that he has been watching you, but that does not really make things easy.

There are hundreds of people living in that region.]

Mark could hear the tiredness in Pat's tone, and Mark knew that Pat had been awake for a long time working on this. Mark didn't like the fact that the superhuman killer had been watching them from a distance for so long, and he never knew about it, so he was trying to rush Pat a bit to try and get the superhuman's location.

But that was proving difficult since the superhuman killer had so many looks. He could be anyone.

"Should we bring the Artemis guild into this? Make them set up a perimeter so we can hunt him down? That way, we won't have to worry about him trying to escape."

Vroom!

Mark sped up and swerved around a black Toyota before he had to stop his car as he reached a red light. He was still on the call, so he didn't notice a yellow Lamborghini pulling up right beside him.

[That might not work, even with the Artemis guild helping out - ]

"Shit!"

Mark turned to the side quickly as he heard a voice cure loudly and Mark raised a brow as he didn't see anyone in the driver's seat of the yellow Lamborghini. What the hell is that idiot doing? Mark knew that the yellow Lamborghini belonged to Francis. Francis was the only person in the entire school who drove a yellow Lamborghini, so why the hell was he trying to hide from Mark like this?

There was someone else in the passenger seat of the yellow Lamborghini staring right at Mark, and Mark just glanced at her for a moment before turning away when she tried to wave at him.