Strongest Superhuman System

Fiona turned to Jeanne curiously and wondered why Jeanne was even helping them out. Fiona didn't remember Jeanne ever having a close relationship with Mark before.

"She is my sister."

Pat suddenly spoke up as if he could hear Fiona's thoughts, and Fiona's eyes widened slightly before she nodded calmly. That would explain it.

"Be that as it may, I still don't see a reason to take part in this expedition. After all, Mark is no longer a part of my guild, is he? Don't be surprised that I know about him leaving. He already told me that he was only going to use us till he reached adulthood, and today is his birthday. He is officially an adult and no longer needs to be a part of my guild. Do I still have a reason to help?"

"And how many times has Mark helped you?"

Pat glared up at Fiona, and Fiona glared right back.

"Many times. And I am grateful for it. If he was the one asking me for help directly, then I would never turn him away, but I do not have any reason to take part in a mission given to me by Mark's lackey."

Pat stood in anger.

"You fucking bitc–"

Fiona's eyes glowed with power as her blessing threatened to surge to life and Tylor's hand twitched from his place in the shadows.

"Finish that statement, boy. I dare you."

"Alright, that's enough of that."

Jeanne immediately came forward and stood between the two of them. Jeanne knew how difficult both of these people could be. Pat had a very rough personality, and Fiona wasn't any better at all. It was obvious that they wouldn't see eye to eye.

And with how rude Pat could be sometimes, Jeanne wouldn't be surprised if Pat said something that would make Fiona just break his head in anger. She was definitely powerful enough to do it.

Fiona threw her hair over her shoulder and turned dismissively as she spoke.

"I don't have to be here any longer. All I see here is a child who knows nothing of the real world dreaming of grandeur. The superhuman world is not kind to people who aren't capable of accepting the reality of their own weakness. Come, Tylor, let's leave the child to his fantasies."

Fiona was about to leave the room, and Jeanne reached out to try and stop her, but she was surprised when Pat suddenly spoke up.

"Wait, Madam Fiona. Sorry, I was rude to you."

Fiona turned around with a hum as she heard Pat apologize, and she raised a brow as she saw the tension on his face. It was obvious that he did not like what was coming out of his mouth, but he didn't stop.

"This is important. A lot more important than anything I have ever done before. Mark trusted me to carry out this mission. He told me that he wanted to be a part of it, but I knew that it would not go smoothly with him here, which is why I reached out to you. I don't have the power that I need for something like this.

I assessed myself and thought of all the possibilities, and I always found myself lacking the power to carry out my plans. That is why I am trying to help in any way I can. Please, I'm not asking you to do this for me or even for Mark. This mission could save the lives of millions. I need your strength."

Fiona saw the sincerity in Pat's gaze, and she thought about things once more. She did not trust Pat because she did not know him. She did not know anything about Pat's achievements, and she didn't know why Jeanne or even Mark would trust him at all.

This was the first time that they were meeting, and if not for the fact that Jeanne asked her to be there, she would have never even come to this meeting. But no matter how hard-hearted she was, even Fiona couldn't ignore Pat's plea when he phrased it like that. The idea of millions dying because of her pride made her hesitate. Fiona finally turned and walked back into the room.

"Very well, I shall give you one chance. Tell me this plan of yours, and I will listen. If I do not like what I hear, then I will leave immediately."

Pat sighed gratefully before he turned and clicked a button to open up a 3D view of the internal structure of the NSA building that he created using the blueprint.

"So, this is what I came up with…"

…

"Since when do you have a yacht?"

Arit was leaning against the railing on one end of the yacht. Her back was facing the ocean, and she was smiling at Mark as he carried Talia and raised her to his neck so that she could get a good view of the ocean from the deck. Mark smiled at Arit and told her it was a gift from Pat.

"Pat goes overboard sometimes, but this is nice. This is the first time I'm using it too."

Arit smiled as Mark came closer to her and wrapped his hand around her waist. All of them were dressed very lightly. Mark was wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt, and Talia was wearing a light gown that fluttered with the wind.

Arit was wearing a short skirt that stopped halfway down her thigh and hugged her body criminally with one of Mark's t-shirts that was two sizes too big for her, so she had to tie it around her waist, exposing part of her toned stomach.

That small bit of exposed skin did unexplainable things to Mark. Mark almost went mad when he saw her outfit for the first time, and if not for his high mental fortitude, he would've already taken her twice on this boat. The shirt material was very light, so the way she tied it around her body made it look more like a bra rather than a shirt. Her breasts were just that phenomenal!

Mark was able to find a certified sailor to get them to the island through his godfather Hector, and with how fast the boat was going, Mark knew that it wouldn't even be another hour before they got to the island.

Rumble~!

A quiet rumble came from the side, and Mark turned his gaze towards the left and glared at the ocean. The rumbling sound was so low that Mark was sure no one else would have heard it, but he heard it loud and clear. He watched that spot for a few more seconds before he concluded that whatever made that sound wasn't going to show itself.

Arit saw where Mark's gaze was fixed, and she leaned forward a bit to see what he was looking at. When she saw that there was nothing there, she asked him if everything was alright. Mark hummed with a calm nod before he turned back to stare ahead of him.

Arit felt Mark's hand traveling down her thin waist before slowly gliding over her hip and reaching her ass. Mark grabbed a handful of her soft ass and squeezed, and Arit jolted in shock before blush rose on Arit's cheek. Arit turned to glare up at Mark with a pout on her face.

Mark grinned down at her calmly before squeezing her soft ass a second time. This time, he heard Arit speak up.

"Mark. What are you doing?"

"Trying to regain some energy."

Arit folded her hands and raised a disbelieving brow at her boyfriend. If she started tapping her feet, then Mark knew that she would look just like a teacher reprimanding a naughty student. That image did even more damage to Mark's fragile self-control and he had to force himself to calm down before he went too far.

Arit spoke up without knowing what her actions were doing to her boyfriend.

"What the hell do you mean by regaining energy? How is this giving you any energy?"