Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 54: The fate of the weak

Chapter 54: The fate of the weak

The Poisonous Swamp Human Station was eerily deserted. The usual chaos—the shouting of traders, the clashing of weapons, the desperate haggling of newcomers—had vanished.

Instead, all eyes turned toward a single hotel, where whispers of the Red-Caped Demon’s last sighting spread like wildfire.

The Flowing Swamp Organization’s leader, a ruthless Gold-ranker, had dropped everything to handle this personally.

He wasn’t just angry. He was out for blood.

Beneath the calm atmosphere of the station, a strong undercurrent surged. The faces of Awakeners with non-existent backgrounds had darkened.

They felt the Red-Caped Demon was being treated this way because he was just like them. A commoner.

"Tch! These Flowing Swamp organization people are too arrogant."

"Yeah, you’re right. I think they want to make an example out of the Red-Caped Demon so that in the future no one dares to defy them again."

"If they don’t treat the Red-Caped Demon in a ruthless manner, their prestige will be diminished."

Two ordinary Awakeners walking slowly discussed among themselves in hushed voices.

Once these two people left, the street once again fell silent.

It was at this time, from the dark corner of the street, two female figures walked out.

Both of them looked like goddesses who had descended on the world out of pity. Their bodies were covered in loose fabric, yet it was difficult to hide their mouth-watering curves.

These two women were none other than Mira Silverfire and the leader of Unity Awakeners Alliance, Jasmine.

Mira Silverfire looked at the receding figures of the two Awakeners and sighed.

"It seems Red-Caped Demon had kicked an iron wall this time," she muttered in a worried tone.

After the fight in the Nether Wraiths colony, Mira’s opinion of Dawn had changed greatly, especially after she came to know how they managed to escape only with his help.

Listening to Mira’s worried tone, Jasmine’s eyes flashed with unknown emotions; however, her face remained as frosty as a thousand-year-old glacier that had never seen the light of day.

Mira glanced at Jasmine’s figure from the corner of her eyes. Noticing her unchanged expression, she sighed.

She wanted Jasmine to help Dawn, but the leader of Unity Awakeners Alliance didn’t seem to care.

As if noticing her gaze, Jasmine shifted her eyes and looked at Mira with no emotions in her silvery eyes.

Mira Silverfire felt as if the weight of a whole mountain had been placed on her shoulders; her expression turned ugly.

Just as she was about to collapse under the pressure, Jasmine turned her gaze and started to walk.

As she moved, she slightly parted her succulent pink lips, and a cold voice reached Mira Silverfire’s ears.

"How arrogant of you to think the person who defeated the Nether Wraiths king alone would need our help."

Hearing those words, Mira’s body stiffened. Red-Caped Demon was strong, but could he deal with an entire Organization alone?

She wanted to say something only to realize Jasmine had left her behind.

Gritting her teeth, she hurriedly chased after Jasmine.

Even though her childhood friend could be rude sometimes, Mira knew Jasmine cared about her.

Otherwise, she would have abandoned her while facing the Nether Wraith king.

...

The Poisonous wind howled above the station’s hazy skyline. Hearing the horrifying roars, the newcomers felt a chill run down their spines.

For new Awakeners, the Eternal Battlefield wasn’t just a test. It was a slaughterhouse.

The weak were thrown in like newborn calves among starving tigers, their fate all but sealed.

No training. No guidance. No mercy.

The lucky ones found work under an organization, treated like disposable tools.

The unlucky ones? They died forgotten, their bodies left to rot in the poisonous swamps.

The situation was even more gruesome and depressing for those who couldn’t awaken their class. If these classless poor Awakeners were able to survive for even a year in the Eternal battlefield, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

They couldn’t directly fight the monsters; their only hope was to join an organization and work like mules in hopes of finding an opportunity to turn things around in their favor.

All in all, the situation was miserable, and the organizations present in the Station were well aware of this fact and fully exploited this sad bunch ruthlessly.

Because of this, whenever their authority was challenged, they reacted very aggressively.

...

Two men dressed in shining golden armor walked side by side. One young with calm and composed temperament, while the other, a fierce-looking man radiating oppressiveness. Their steps were decisively firm, similar to lions going out to hunt their prey.

Behind them were the members of Flowing Swamp organization, Peak Iron Rank elites numbering over fifty.

The synchronous steps of this large unit caused the earth to quake slightly.

Sigh!

The heroic young man glanced at the men walking behind him from the corner of his eyes and sighed.

Hesitating a little, he muttered, "Do we really have to go this far, just for a single man? I alone am enough to deal with a newcomer."

The ferocious man walking beside him heard his words, and a disappointed look flashed in his eyes.

"Andrew, you might be strong enough to handle him," the leader said, his voice dangerously calm.

"But I’m not here to fight him. I’m here to crush him."

His lips curled into a sneer.

"When I’m done, they won’t even remember he existed."

Although his words were low, they resounded in Andrew’s ears like a bolt of thunder on a clear day.

Andrew opened his mouth; he wanted to say something but in the end, no words came out. He could feel the determination of the leader; given the man’s nature, his words would only fall on deaf ears.

So after that, he didn’t try to persuade him anymore and silently followed.

In no time, the two of them stopped in front of a large three-story building.

Andrew glanced at the building entrance and sighed.

Something scratched at Andrew’s instincts, an unease he couldn’t shake.

Like a storm building on the horizon, unseen but inevitable.

He exhaled slowly, pushing the feeling aside.

He just hoped they weren’t making a mistake.

The leader’s voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade.

"Storm the building. Drag him out."

"Alive or dead?" one of the men asked hesitantly.

The leader’s lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Doesn’t matter."