Strongest Superhuman System

"Madam Luna, the council is willing to see you now. They are awaiting your report."

Luna hummed as she heard what the agent said, but Mark was surprised when Luna didn't walk away after a few moments. Instead, Mark noticed that she was looking straight at him, and he raised a brow when she stepped closer to him and leaned closer to whisper something in his ear. Mark was shocked by what she told him, but he just shrugged and turned to start walking out of the room.

Luna smiled a little and spoke to the agent kindly.

"Please tell the council to wait for me. I wish to view the assessment."

"WHAT!?"

Fiona was obviously not happy to hear that and she shouted in anger as she heard Luna say that she wanted to go and view Mark's assessment! Why the heck would Luna want to go there? What sort of relationship could she possibly have with Mark that would make her want to come in and view his assessment!?

"No! I forbid it! You can come to see the result after the assessment is done! You are not allowed!"

Fiona was finally at the end of her ropes as she shouted right in Luna's face angrily! She was not going to take this insult right in front of a member of her guild! How dare Luna try to bypass her and ask Mark directly! Does she think that she can do whatever she wants just because she is on talking terms with Mark?

But Fiona's sails were immediately clipped as she heard Mark talking from behind her.

"It's fine Fiona, let's just go get this done with. I'm having fried rice tonight and I don't want it to get cold."

Fiona turned to Mark in shock! Is he really going to allow this!?

"Mark! We can't just let anyone come into the viewing room! There are –"

"Fiona. That's enough."

Mark's tone was suddenly hard and Fiona felt her words die in her throat as she heard him telling her off. She knew that she didn't have any real authority over Mark in this place, she had just hoped that Mark would listen to her to allow her to save face in front of the superhuman Alliance agents. But Fiona realized that she had taken it too far and she had annoyed Mark into disagreeing with her.

Fiona was allowing her hate for Luna to cloud her judgment and that was preventing her from acting rationally.

Fiona opened her fan calmly as she immediately gained an impassive look on her face and she held her head high as she began to walk out of the room without glancing at anyone at all. She stopped when she was standing right beside Mark and spoke calmly.

"Very well then, if that is what you wish for, I have no right to argue against it. But sometimes, I wish you would take my side for once. I will be waiting in the observation room."

Fiona walked past without giving Mark a chance to say anything in return and he just told Tyler to lead the way. Luna fell into step behind Mark, and the agent who was meant to bring Luna to the council meeting room sighed tiredly as she realized that she would have to start explaining what had happened here to all those old men.

It wasn't like they could force Luna to give her report if she didn't want to. Luna could simply go home and tell them that she would come tomorrow to give them the report and there was nothing that they could do about it. The SOVEREIGN were just that powerful. No one could make them do something unless they willingly agreed to do it.

The council would just have to wait for Luna to finish what she was doing before they get their report.

...

"Right through here, Mark."

The group reached a large door with a glowing red bulb above it. There was a sign on the door that read 'Assessment Room. Authorized Personnel Only.' And the entire room gave off a feel of something grand and unapproachable. Mark looked up at the top of the door and he let out a gentle whistle as he felt impressed by the sheer size of it. Why did they make a simple door so large?

Is it some sort of scare tactic?

Click!

The door leading to the room clicked open and Mark saw someone stepping out from the room with a file in his hand. He had a hand over his mouth as he read through the file and he barely even noticed anyone there as he muttered 'D rank' over and over again like it was some sort of spell.

That man was someone that just finished his assessment and the rank given to him by the Association was D rank. It was obvious to everyone that he was disappointed by the ranking, but there was nothing that he could do about it now since the Association's decisions were final. He would have a chance to contest the decision after a year, but till then, everyone would see him as nothing but a D rank.

They entered the room and Mark saw multiple people waiting in the room. Men and women were standing on the sidelines while waiting to be called up for their tests. The room was a large hall with an examiner's booth high above, where Mark could see someone watching the examinees on the grounds.

The hall itself was perfectly smooth and tidy and there was nothing there that suggested that it was an assessment area at all. Mark expected to see some sort of obstacle course or maybe a fighting arena where he would have to fight off against something to get his rating, but this just seemed like an empty hall with no function at all.

"Hey, isn't that the Vanitas guy? GHOST."

"What? Where? Holy shit, it is. Did he come here for his evaluation? That's crazy. What is someone like that evaluating himself for?

He's definitely an S rank."

"He's going to be worth watching."

Many of the people standing around immediately recognized Mark and Mark could hear the murmurs pick up once he entered the hall. The rest of the examinees in the room were all wearing jumpers or sports outfits that would help them to move around easily.

They figured that they would have to either do some sort of physical evaluation or a fight and they wore clothes that would help them to move around easier.

Mark, on the other hand, didn't bother with changing out from his shirt and trousers. He was still wearing his black slacks and his white shirt from earlier. The only thing that he got rid of was his tie and the outer jacket of his suit. The first two buttons on his shirt were open and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbow.

Anyone who saw him would immediately know that he was coming from a formal event.