A jeep led the way, with several trucks following behind in a line.
Cambodia's roads were only slightly better within the cities. The rest were difficult to travel, so the team members sat inside the vehicles, especially under the covered truck beds, feeling naturally stifled and uncomfortable from all the jolting.
Fortunately, they were all mercenaries and had endured every kind of harsh environment. They silently put up with it. While they were on a mission, they generally remained quiet, and even when they communicated, they spoke in very low voices.
In the truck, Tra still held his military knife, carefully running his fingers over it. He could feel several tiny chips along the blade's edge.
The fact that Abel had directly caught the knife with his hand and even produced a metallic sound gave Tra an even deeper understanding of these superhumans.
The more one understood certain things, the more afraid one became. He truly could not imagine how a human palm could be like metal.
He had seen Ability Users fight before. Wind, fire, water, earth, and the like were all things he could understand, much like magic. But a human body turning into metal... just thinking about it made him feel despair.
These superhumans had truly bizarre abilities, and to Ordinary People, they were simply far too powerful. No, not powerful. Perhaps they could no longer even be described as human.
Sure enough, there was a reason they had always been called superhumans.
Superhuman—beyond the ordinary.
If only I had such an ability too!
This was not the first time Tra had entertained such thoughts. Ever since he had learned of superhumans, he had constantly thought about it. Unfortunately, he knew perfectly well that there was absolutely no chance of making it happen.
To become a superhuman,