Chapter 226 226 SMA

Chapter 226 Chapter 226 SMA

In an undisclosed location in the US, a secret building existed that has about the same security parameters of the Pentagon, if not more.

This was the real headquarters of the Supernatural Management Agency. Where the big boys play and tinker with their new toys.

Out of reach and sight from the mundane population of the masses.

And to think that they had founded this department for only 3 months, much can be done truly for those that have the will to pursue their goals.

Especially when the situation called for it with extreme urgency.

"What level has that old guy arrived at, Marco?" A man asked in between puffs of his hot cigar. This man had grey hair and was perhaps 50 to 60 in age.

His eyes pierced and looked at the video replay on the screen with a dead indifferent gaze. This was of course the scene that had happened in real time a few minutes prior.

Of an old man who single-handedly subdued about 30 cops around him. Even those policemen that had their own abilities to boot were like crawling babies in front of this mystical old man.

"General Wayne... if my calculations are correct, i think that that unknown old man is already at level 800 or more." Marco hesitated before he fully delivered what he thought was possible.

He was of course well aware of the absurdity of his statements but even so, he could only state what his findings allowed him to. That mysterious old man was a monster!

Marco concluded in alarm.

"Really?" This was all General Wayne replied. He took a few more heavy pulls on his cigar and breathed out thick white mists of smoke in the room.

Alas, no one was there to rebuke him for his actions. General Wayne was the top dog in this place.

"..." Marco could only nod in response and continued to watch the scene of domination that played over and over before his eyes.

Three months ago, he was busy playing dota 2 down in his mother's basement.

Who would have thought that he was already part of the most important agency in the country a few months later.

Marco may have been a nerd and a social outcast but after he got his ability from one of the dungeons, his destiny changed dramatically indeed.

He got the skill called Eldritch Perception which can gauge the strength of anyone and anything he could set his eyes on.

Thus, making this young 18 year old boy a very priceless member of the Supernatural Management Agency.

"While everyone else is only at the average level of 40, an unknown entity at level 800 comes into the fray. This is simply beyond our expectations." General Wayne stated calmly.

Silence ensued for a few breaths before he continued to assess the situation at hand.

"Mark that old man as untouchable and bar any legal cases against that boy named Clark Colter. They seem to belong in one group.

We don't want to create trouble more than what is already here to begin with. We have our hands full as it is." General Wayne ordered.

As long as that old man did not do wanton genocide in this country then everything else they could accept. They had to.

* * *

"Clark!" Amber rushed by the throng of students and into the arms of her beloved. To say that she took the center stage because of what she did was truly an understatement of the ages.

She was wearing a black skirt and her black lacy underwear could be seen if she bent low enough to oblige her audience. Alas, Amber would bend for no one else but her man alone.

"You look great, Amber." Clark complimented after he briefly kissed his girlfriend. Amber smelled divine as usual which brought about the beast within our very own protagonist's loins.

He was raring to go full force and with absolute abandon.

"Let's eat dinner first before i eat you next." Our bored gamer whispered in Amber's ears.

"Okay, lover. You have the right to eat me for dinner." Amber said and she was not one to back down from a challenge.

They went out of the building and into the open space of the parking lot. It was good to see that the cops were already gone for the count.

No traces were left of them kneeling in here for almost an hour before. But it was there that Clark suddenly stopped.

"Did you forget something?" Amber queried. She looked around and found the eye of her nearest bodyguard.

She would have no doubt instructed the man to assist them if the situation called for it. Amber did not like to go back inside the school again today.

Tried as she might, Amber did not love the looks that all girls were giving her boyfriend. There was lust and desire in their eyes.

"I just remembered something." Clark smiled and resumed their way towards his car.

* * *

In an elevation about 3,400 meters from the parking lot, a pair of souls hid. A sniper and a spotter.

They were in a tall building near the Laguna Creek University and was about to exercise a murder in the dark.

"Ready." The sniper said.

"Left point eight." The spotter responded. Normally, a breath or two would have all it took for the sniper to take his shot but five counts into the game and the shooter has yet to pull the trigger.

"Eagle Eye?" The spotter called his partner's combat nickname. A second more and there was nothing but silence. The sniper with the nick of Eagle Eye did not respond nor move from his spot.

"Eagle Eye?" The spotter called again.

"He can't hear you." A voice echoed from behind. The spotter froze for a moment or two before he could react to the unwanted intruder at his back.

He would have wished to bear his pistol into the man behind him but it was far too late already.

"PUCHI!"

"PUCHI!" Two headless corpses graced the scene in blood.

"A pity." The same voice said once more. This was of course none other than the sound of our bored gamer.

He used his Blood Twin to do the deed for him and was only there to answer the call of the dead even for just one last time. Clark was not at all inconsiderate to the feelings of his prey.

"We have more lives to reap, Blood Twin."