"You're strange." Silver Sablinova raised an eyebrow. "The whole world likes superheroes, so why don't you? And from one perspective, someone who can cut through a heavy tank with a sword could also be called a superhero. The whole world has seen what you can do. Are you denying your own identity?"
"Have you seen those Psionics? The ones wearing black collars and wires."
"Of course. Their abilities are a great help in combat, especially when predicting where the enemy will appear." Silver Sablinova nodded. Although they always made one's scalp crawl when using their powers, the Wild Legion still welcomed trained combat Psionics. It was only because those Psionics needed to consume large quantities of psychiatric drugs after battle, coupled with the initial shortage of medicine, that the Wild Legion reduced their deployment frequency until the next shipment of psychiatric drugs arrived. These Psionics were unsuitable apprentices Salomon had found in Kamar-Taj. They had originally not even qualified to become Kamar-Taj apprentices, since their talent did not meet Kamar-Taj's entry threshold, and they could generally only be taken in by other schools. But because Salomon needed to establish a corresponding department, the Venerable One allowed him to select from that list the spellcasters who had undergone short-term training and posed considerable mental risks.
To that end, Salomon had specifically formulated a complete set of codes of conduct, oversight systems, and review measures for them. Some spellcasters whose minds had stabilized and no longer posed much danger were assigned to various combat units. Quite a few had even performed brilliantly during the Latverian civil war, rising at a stroke into senior positions managing other spellcasters and gaining access to relevant knowledge within a limited scope.
"What does that have to do with superheroes?"
"A Psionic's power comes from an abnormally