Chapter 43
"What the hell happened here?"
A voice broke the silence as two men stood amidst the carnage—limbs torn apart, blood soaked into the cracked pavement. The remains unmistakably belonged to the gang members they were sent to capture.
"This… this isn't something a normal human could do," said the second man, his tone calm but sharp. He knelt beside a severed arm, inspecting the twisted bone and scorched flesh. "They died in agony."
"You think the cursed serum handiwork?" the first man asked, his voice shaky. "What if one of those idiots pissed off someone who got their hands on it?"
The calm one scoffed. "Please. In this slum? Half the people here can't even awaken a basic skill. And you're saying someone used a serum to become this powerful? Sounds like a bad joke."
"Still," he continues, eyes scanning the shadows. "We're Class B Heroes. Even if someone mutated, we can handle it."
