Superhero Class: Finding Meaning of Life in another world
Chapter 77: Impossible?

Chapter 77: Impossible?

A heavy, suffocating pressure lingered over the Poisonous Swamp Station like an unshakable curse. The warriors stationed there moved with sluggish steps, their gazes dark and restless. It was as if an invisible weight pressed down on their spirits, smothering any sense of ease.

The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and rot, carried hushed whispers, each conversation steeped in frustration and unease.

"Hunting Abyssal creatures has become damn near impossible lately," a young man muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Beside him, a woman, her arms crossed tightly, scoffed. "And what are the big shots doing about it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing!"

A third warrior, her eyes burning with barely contained rage, spat onto the ground. "That Red-Caped Demon bastard! If he weren’t such a coward, hiding like a rat, I’d have my Class Crystal by now!" Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her weapon, as if imagining plunging it into his chest.

Such complaints weren’t rare. Everywhere in the station, similar resentful murmurs filled the air. The longer the Red-Caped Demon remained elusive, the more this toxic undercurrent festered, growing into a storm that sought to devour him.

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"Tch. What a bunch of clueless fools..."

Andrew rolled his eyes as he overheard the conversations. He wasn’t surprised, but he couldn’t help but scoff at their naïveté.

Some time ago, a dreadful sense of impending doom had taken root in his chest, growing stronger with each passing day. It was like a venomous serpent coiling around him, its icy fangs grazing his skin.

That was when he knew.

It was time to leave.

Without hesitation, he cut ties with the Flowing Swamp organization, slipping away like a shadow before the storm could consume him. Now, as he wandered aimlessly, the name of the Red-Caped Demon surfaced in every conversation, a ghost that haunted this land.

And these fools still thought they could hunt him?

Andrew almost laughed. If even the leader of Flowing Swamp had failed to stop the Red-Caped Demon, what hope did these people have?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, something made him pause.

A cold sensation crawled up his spine.

His sharp gaze lifted, locking onto the two women standing in his path.

One had silver hair, her presence like the silent glint of a blade under moonlight. The other, a woman with a composed yet inviting aura, met his eyes with an unreadable smile.

"Who are you?" Andrew’s voice was calm, but his instincts screamed at him to be wary.

The silver-haired woman said nothing. Instead, she lifted a hand in a subtle, almost imperceptible motion.

As if receiving an unspoken command, the second woman stepped forward. Her voice, honeyed and laced with something deeper, reached his ears.

"Greetings, Mr. Andrew. We of the Unity Awakeners alliance would like to invite you to join us."

The moment her words fell, Andrew felt an invisible pull wrap around his mind, an intoxicating temptation laced within her tone. His body almost moved on instinct, his head tilting ever so slightly as if nodding in agreement.

Then—

The silver smoke surrounding the first woman faded, revealing her piercing gaze.

Andrew’s breath hitched.

For the first time in a long while, a silent chill seeped into his bones.

His instincts screamed louder now, warning him that this silver-haired woman was anything but normal. When he looked into her eyes, he felt as if he were staring into the depths of a mind-controlling demoness—a being that could bend even the strongest wills to her desires.

He swallowed hard.

Had he truly escaped one danger, only to fall into another?

A dry chuckle escaped him as he pushed past the unnatural tension. "Heh... Aren’t you worried about the Overlords finding out about your actions? Especially the Flowing Swamp leader? He despises people who steal from his organization."

His words carried both a warning and a subtle test.

For the first time, a faint, nearly imperceptible smile touched the silver-haired woman’s lips.

And then, she spoke.

"Why worry about someone who is already dead?"

Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but the words sent an icy shiver down Andrew’s spine.

To her, the Flowing Swamp leader was already a corpse.

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Lightning split the sky, its jagged streaks illuminating the marshland in eerie flashes.

The wind howled, a chilling, unrelenting force that wove through the twisted trees like a vengeful spirit. Thick, toxic-green mist slithered across the swamp’s murky waters, moving like a living entity.

And through this haunted landscape, a lone figure advanced.

Sizzle!

The air crackled as Dawn stepped forward, his presence cutting through the mist like a blade through flesh.

He had wasted no time in reality. The moment an opportunity presented itself, he had moved. His destination was set.

The Eternal Battlefield.

His piercing blue eyes reflected unwavering determination.

Tonight, he had only one goal.

Flatten the Flowing Swamp organization.

And crush anyone who stood in his way.

At some unknown point, a small coin, pulsating with an eerie aura, appeared in his palm.

Thin tendrils of unknown power emerged from the void, coiling around the coin, sinking into its metallic surface like writhing parasites. The carvings on its surface—an intricate design of a skull and a woman—shuddered, growing more lifelike, as if they were moments away from breaking free.

Dawn’s gaze lingered on the coin for a moment. He trusted his strength, but it never hurt to be cautious.

He took a deep breath.

"Will my life be in danger while attacking the Flowing Swamp headquarters?"

The coin responded instantly.

A blinding light surged from its core.

[Cost of the question: 4 stat points.]

[Choose which stat to sacrifice.]

Dawn’s eyebrows twitched. He had expected a higher price. Relief flickered across his face before he quickly made his decision.

The Poisonous Swamp was teeming with agile creatures. Losing some agility wouldn’t matter—he could recover it soon enough.

"Deduct the points from Agility."

Immediately, an icy sensation drilled into his bones, spreading through his limbs like a frozen poison. The pain was brief but sharp, vanishing as suddenly as it came.

The coin floated in mid-air, spinning slowly.

The runes on its surface blazed, green and black light intertwining, forming a vision of the Poisonous Swamp.

Dawn narrowed his eyes.

It felt as though the coin was gazing into the future, peering through the threads of fate to deliver an answer.

The vision dissolved.

Only a single rune remained, flickering ominously.

"Yes."

Dawn’s breath hitched.

His fingers tightened around the coin.

"Impossible..." His voice was a whisper, but the weight of realization settled like a stone in his chest.

Someone—somewhere—still had the power to threaten his life.

And they were waiting for him.