Strongest Superhuman System

Chapter 103: Do You Think I Can Get Pregnant From This?

"Oh my goodness, it's GHOST!!"

"GHOST! I've been waiting for you for two nights straight! Look over here!"

"He's fucking tall! What the hell are children eating these days!?"

"They say he's an S-rank superhuman already! Even if he hasn't been ranked by the government yet! They are all saying he can't be anything less than S rank!"

There was still a substantial crowd outside of the NSA building waiting for any news about the recent island raid. The NSA has not released any statement about the raid on the island, and the many news outlets were all waiting for Salazar or James to come out and give them some information for the public.

There was an immediate reaction as many of the people there recognized Mark and began trying to get close to him for interviews or even just to talk to him. Mark still had his mask on his face, but that was no longer enough to stop anyone from recognizing him, and Mark just tried his best to ignore everyone as he walked up to the large gate of the NSA compound.

There were soldiers at the gate who were in charge of making sure that the reporters couldn't get in, and they all gave Mark a small nod as they opened the gate and allowed him in. Mark nodded back in thanks and walked into the compound.

He made his way inside and finally entered the main building of the NSA before taking off his mask. The reaction of the people in the building was a lot more muted than those outside, but there were still a lot of people who stopped and stared for a moment or those who spoke in whispers as they pointed to Mark. Mark just ignored all of this and walked up to the receptionist's desk.

The woman there was a pretty brunette with wide blue eyes that screamed innocence. She was wearing a crisp office suit, and even though most of her body was behind the large counter, Mark could tell that she had a killer body. She was in the middle of a call when Mark walked up to her, and he managed to catch just the final part of it before she put it down.

"… Yes, I'll tell him to come up right away. Oh… okay. Okay."

They were probably talking about him, and Mark was certain of this fact when she put down the phone and immediately spoke to him.

"Mr. Vanitas. It's a pleasure to have you at the NSA. Madam Millicent will be here to direct you towards the meeting room in a moment, but in the meantime, is there anything you'd like to have as you wait?"

Mark was surprised by the intense professionalism the woman was portraying, and he figured that she must already be used to talking to a lot of superhumans who wanted to have meetings with the NSA. Mark thought that she would be making suggestions toward him just like that other woman that he met on his first day here.

She was constantly making sexual advances without caring about who was around, and Fiona told Mark that there were a lot of people like that so he should get used to it, but surprisingly, this woman was perfectly professional without any hidden meaning behind her words.

Mark told her to get him a bottle of water, and the receptionist smiled and nodded before she hailed an NSA worker at the side and told him to bring what Mark wanted.

A few seconds later, Mark was leaning on the cabinet and drinking the bottled water while waiting for Millicent to come around. The receptionist was busy looking through a book on her desk, and Mark could see her glancing at him every now and then, but it was not enough to make him uncomfortable, so he did not mind. Mark decided to ask her for some information.

"Do you know Fiona? The leader of the Artemis guild?"

The receptionist looked up in surprise as she heard Mark speak to her, but she composed herself quickly and nodded to Mark.

"Yes, of course, I do."

"Do you know if she came here for treatment?"

The receptionist nodded again.

"All the superhumans who went on the island raid are still in the building. Many of them are… incapable of leaving due to their grievous injuries, while others are simply recovering after getting treatment from Madam Jeanne last night."

Mark finished the bottle of water and asked the receptionist where Fiona's room was, and she told him that it was on the second-floor hospital wing, room 305. Mark thanked her and turned to see Millicent walking towards him with a serious air around her. People parted for the strict-looking woman, and she only kept her gaze facing forward as she went straight towards Mark.

"Mr. Vanitas. Thank you for coming today. I'm sorry for taking so long, but there were a few government issues that needed to be rectified before we could have the meeting. Mr. Salazar will see you now."

Mark didn't complain about her wasting time, and he just said his goodbye to the receptionist whose name he never bothered to get.

The receptionist managed to keep her professional act in place until Mark was out of sight, and she quickly grabbed her phone and texted her best friend while looking around; once she was sure that no one was looking, she grabbed the empty bottle of water that Mark left behind excitedly!

[You're not going to believe this! That Mark Vanitas just had a conversation with me! He drank some water from a bottle, and I managed to get it from him!]

Snap!

She took a selfie of herself holding the bottle up to her face, and she squealed as she began to text excitedly once more!

[I'm never letting go of this bottle again! I'm going to sleep with it every night! No one is going to believe this!!]

She paused for a moment before she decided to ask something dangerous.

[Do you think I can get myself pregnant from the DNA on the bottle?]

On the other side of the phone, her friend facepalmed.

…

Mark walked into the office of the chairman of the NSA, and he saw a white-haired man standing by a window and staring out into the courtyard below. He was wearing an immaculately white suit, and when he turned around, Mark could only think that the man reminded him too much of a snake!

The man had eyes that were narrowed down till they were almost slits and a thin long nose, with lips that gave him a regal appearance. His hands were folded behind him, and when he spoke up, his voice carried a slippery intonation that irritated something inside of Mark. It was the kind of voice you would think the devil himself should possess.

"Milicent, thank you for bringing him yourself. You may leave us."