Strongest Superhuman System

"What will happen to the injured from other guilds who are incapable of healing themselves? What will you do for them?"

Salazar reached out to Milicent at the side and Milicent handed him a pamphlet that he passed on to Jeanne.

"We will grant them a chance to be healed."

Jeanne looked through the pamphlet with scrutiny and she couldn't stop the sigh of disappointment that came from deep within her soul.

The NSA Auxiliary Initiative.

That was the title of the pamphlet and its description was simple. It was a form that a guild would use to register in order to become an auxiliary branch of the NSA. Every guild that registers to become a branch of the NSA would be granted some benefits that other guilds wouldn't have. And at the top of those benefits was the chance for their injured members to be healed by Jeanne.

Jeanne has seen her fair share of nonsense in her time, but this was definitely the worst one yet. Trying to force guilds to come under you just for the sake of receiving medical attention had to be the most militaristic thing ever.

Jeanne already knew she didn't want any part in this, but she still had to stall, so she asked a question curiously.

"So, what will the NSA gain from this Auxiliary Initiative?"

Salazar shrugged.

"Barely anything, truth be told. This is not a means for us to extort guilds, we will simply be receiving a pre-stated monthly payment from the guild based on their guild ranking. It will be a reasonable price, so you don't need to worry. The NSA is moving into a new phase—no, the world is moving into a new phase, and I wish for you to be at the center of this movement.

I think this is the next step for us. It will allow us to not only hold a much larger force that can be sent out in case of emergencies, but it will also give us a much richer information network between all of our auxiliary guilds. It will be the perfect defense against the anima."

Or a perfect weapon against anyone who opposes you.

Jeanne didn't say her thoughts out loud, but Salazar could read on her face that she wasn't buying into his plans. Her lack of trust in him was as clear as day. Salazar eyed the water that Jeanne had not touched yet and asked if she wouldn't like to take a drink to calm down. Jeanne frowned while flipping through the pamphlet.

"I'm no longer thirsty."

…

It turns out that Pat's plan for getting into the laboratory was simple. First, they hid the body of the man who died and tried their best to clean the blood on the floor, next Fiona sent one of her minions into the lab and told him to call out the highest-ranked person with an excuse that they had something important to talk about.

The man went inside and came out a few minutes later with a bespectacled woman. She was rather short, barely reaching up to the man's shoulder. She wore a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt with a lab coat over it all. There were freckles on her fair cheeks and large eyebags under her eyes showed just how hard she worked day and night.

As she came out of the room, she was looking down at a chart in her hand while talking.

"What is so important that we can't talk about it in front of the others? Just so you know, I'm not interested in going out with you in case that's what you're going to ask. I'm too busy working for any sort of relationship right – Fiona?"

The moment the door closed behind the woman, Fiona revealed herself from the crowd of scientists and the woman's eyes widened in shock. Her mind worked at a frightening pace as she tried to decipher what was going on, and in less than 0.2 seconds, she was able to figure out exactly what was about to happen.

Fiona's blessing was the ability to put others under her control. And these scientists all had a dazed look on their faces. They are waiting out here, so that means they are cautious about entering the lab. The woman immediately realized that Fiona was trying to sneak into the lab for some reason, and she was trying to use her to get in!

The woman quickly reached into her lab coat to pull out a clicker that would activate the emergency lockdown, but before she could even move, Fiona's blessing filled the room.

"Don't be so hasty."

The woman's eyes glazed over as she fell under Fiona's blessing and Fiona gently reached over, took the clicker away from her pocket, and crushed it between her fingers.

[That was dangerous. You could've triggered the lockdown accidentally.]

Fiona shrugged and told Pat that he was worrying too much. Nothing happened, right? So it's fine.

"Let's go in."

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Ding!

The door leading into the underground lab opened and revealed a wide circular room with multiple scientists wearing lab coats. There was a feeling of urgency in the air as all the scientists were either conversing or moving around inspecting the many glass pods in the room.

Each of the glass pods held a grotesque-looking monster that was very similar to the one that Mark fought against a few days ago. Multiple legs, multiple arms, and two or three heads with many faces on each one attached to a bulbous body that would make anyone vomit from how ugly it looked.

Once the door to the room opened, almost all the scientists looked up and they were shell-shocked once the scientists who were smoking outside carried someone into the room, followed closely behind by the bespectacled woman. Fiona's hands were slung over the shoulders of two tall men and they dragged her into the room unceremoniously.

"Isn't that Fiona? The A rank?"

"It is. How the hell did she get captured? I thought we couldn't get any A ranks because of how strong they are."

"I didn't hear anything about this either. We were just about to ask Salazar for more superhumans. Did Salazar capture her today?"

"Madam Uriel, what is the meaning of this? How did we capture Fiona so quickly?"

The last person that spoke up was a tall woman with a pretty face named Martha. She was also carrying a pad like everyone else, but her figure was so perfect that you would never think someone like her was also a scientist. She had wide hips and a pair of breasts that threatened to tear her shirt buttons apart.

Martha walked closer to Uriel and the shorter woman nodded while handing some papers to Martha.

"Salazar just sent her in as the newest sample. Almost in perfect condition. I have no idea how in the world he managed to capture her, but I am not going to complain when it helps our research."

Martha frowned at the crude explanation. She didn't think Salazar was the sort of person to do something so rash. Was Salazar getting desperate because of the timeline? Working in desperation is bound to lead to mistakes. If someone finds out that Fiona is missing before they can finish their research, then they could be in trouble.