"Now that was someone we could count on—the Director of S.W.O.R.D."
The president let out a long sigh of relief and decided to formally establish a superhero support organization to help superheroes save the world while also keeping them under supervision.
The authorities and superheroes were not mortal enemies. They cooperated while remaining wary of each other, and that relationship would continue until the disasters disappeared. Until then, humanity could not do without superheroes.
"This decision should give my approval rating a considerable boost. This is the age of superheroes, after all."
The president smiled and glanced at the disgruntled military general beside him, silently scoffing. If I don't support superheroes, who should I support? The American Military, which spends all day selling nuclear bombs?
The general clearly thought differently. He stubbornly believed that only the American Military could protect America and the world. He was already pondering how to deal with this Director of S.W.O.R.D.
Setting that aside, after Morgana was killed, all the soldiers and civilians returned to normal. Then they collapsed to the ground together, unconscious.
Because they had sacrificed their life force, their bodies had suffered severe damage. Barring anything unexpected, their lifespans would be drastically shortened.
The soldiers were somewhat innocent. As for the others, all anyone could say was that they had gotten exactly what they wished for.
Seeing the civilians collapse, Nathan and the superheroes let out long sighs of relief. These people had been difficult to handle, and killing them was not an option. They had been a real headache, but thankfully, they had finally fallen on their own.
The process was a mess, but I should have established my tough-guy image.
Nathan thought to himself, a fire seeming to burn in his eyes. That image was extremely important to his future.