Cliche Chapter 487: The Hero Association (Patreon)

The Hero Association’s headquarters stood out in the City A as a black skyscraper towering over everything. In one of the meeting rooms, the top brass of the association sat around a long table which doubled as a screen showing a map with numerous dots.

Executives, investors, and some well-known operators.

Sekingar, a tall brown-haired man, was standing at the end of the table. His metal prosthetic left eye seemed to blend well with his black business suit. He connected to a technical operator with his earpiece.

“Did we salvage any footage? Any report on who took care of the Vaccine Man?”

“We managed to find an intact drive in a cctv. Upscaling it will require some time,” came the reply of the technical operator.

Sekingar sighed. “Send it like this.”

He was impatient like others sitting near him.

The footage played and everyone watched with great interest. Someone had saved City A from a disaster of Level Dragon. It had to be said that the Disaster Level of Dragon was the highest threat they ever faced and required at least the assistance of a S-Class hero. All the S-Class heroes were occupied when this happened, leaving the Hero Association befuddled.

The footage was really blurry as it was taken from a distant CCTV camera. They could make out the Vaccine Man’s monstrification. The spine chilling silhouette made them sweat despite the air conditioner working at full throttle.

“There is someone there. Yellow clothes.” Exma pointed out at the nearly indiscernible figure in the footage. She had short black hair and a domineering look in her black eyes. The blue tattoo under her left eye went against her strict image. “You see that, no?”

Sekingar narrowed his single eye. “Notice how far the yellow figure is when Vaccine Man died.” He repeated the footage in slow motion. The gruesome death seemed to be the result of a strong shockwave. “It’s that. Another person with a striking red gauntlet.”

The entire board acknowledged Sekingar’s observation.

Exma pressed the pen against her lips. “He saved an entire city from ruins and didn’t come to take credit.”

She was the deputy chief of the Hero Disciplinary Supervision Division. Disciplining heroes was her job. Rarely did any hero forget to claim credit for their accomplishments. Heroes could advance ranks and classes with fame, recognition, and achievements. Even the most selfless hero wouldn’t reject a higher salary and more fame.

“I came to do that.”

The entire board turned to the playful voice in unison. There stood a man in his early twenties. His charming face stunned Exma, who rarely felt attracted to anything that wasn’t related to her duties.

The man before her surpassed Amai Mask in charm—an unprecedented feat on its own.

Sekingar sweated bullets. “How did you get through the security?”

The guards outside wouldn’t lose to the strongest A-Class heroes. Not to mention the security devices and camera placed in every nook and cranny of the building.

The Hero’s Association was the most secure structure in Japan; even the Monster Organization didn’t dare to directly attack the association. An S-Class hero wouldn’t be able to sneak inside.

And one random youth walked all the way to their deepest meeting board without raising a single alarm.

“Sorry to scare you all.” Asahi waved his hand with a smile. “I’m Asahi Marikawa. That monster was killed by me.”

Exma slammed the table as she got up. “You are that hero, huh! Do you have any proof?”

“Proof you say.” Asahi summoned the Boosted Gear, and red scales covered his entire arm. “Will this suffice?”

“You really are. Why are you not on the National Hero Registry?”

Exma never saw him anywhere in the heroes database or any interview for that matter. A handsome hero would have a mass following even if he was weak. But he was insanely strong.

Asahi dematerizled the gauntlet. “Get me registered. My achievement should be enough to get me the S-Class, right?”

The Hero Association had been around for three years and had the support of the entire country. Even the government didn’t oppose the association. Becoming a hero was just a step in gathering fame and making sure his name reached everywhere. The more he gets recognised, the more heroes will join Astraea’s organization once it is established.

He could also use the association to get closer to his target.

Tatsumaki and her beloved sister Fubuki.

Exma slid her chain to Sekingar’s side and whispered to him. After that everyone started discussing in whispers.

Sekingar stood up from his chair. “Why don’t you take the test first? We’ll come to an agreement for your hero placement in the meantime.”

He tried to be as polite as possible. Someone with the power to annihilate monsters in one punch was highly dangerous. Only other S-Class heroes had the power to contend against him. Offending him was not an option.

“Schedule my test for tomorrow. I’ll be looking around the city for a university. You call me on this if you got any monster to kill.”

Asahi coated his finger in water and wrote his contact number in the air. The letters made up of water remained hovering, defying all concepts of gravity.

The entire room fell silent at the magical display.

Asahi smiled at their speechless faces. They would be stupid to not give him the S-Class after the versitality he displayed.

‘Imagine I got XP for making people speechless.’

(Not a bad concept for the next world.)

‘I might go to a xianxia world.’

He had plenty of time to decide.

Activating stealth, he exited the scene the same way he came.