"Fuck, I left my condoms at home!!" The man in the full red-and-black suit slapped his thigh and let out a wail.
Morning in Washington. Sunlight filtered through the mist and fell over the steel forest, giving this apple city a lazy golden trim.
There were already scattered cars on the streets, mostly white-collar workers rushing to their morning shifts or exhausted guys who had just finished the night shift.
A yellow taxi cruised steadily down Fifth Avenue. The morning news played on the car radio:
"Yesterday, Manhattan saw a Raid Boss attack. UR Contract Spirit M Superman once again took action and instantly killed Burrowing Demon Armor..."
The driver's hand trembled when he heard that, and he nearly swerved the wheel. He glanced at the man in the passenger seat. "What do you need that for?"
The driver knew the man. He was one of the rare UR Contract Spirits, codenamed Undying Hero.
There were many reasons the driver still treated Undying Hero like an ordinary person despite knowing his identity. Being a jerk was only one of them...
Undying Hero sighed and slumped into his seat, covering his face with both hands as though he were utterly heartbroken.
"That's the spiritual pillar that keeps me going on missions. You wouldn't understand."
The driver had no idea how to respond. "Uh... okay."
Not only did the driver not understand; no normal person would understand either.
After all, no normal person could understand why a superhero would treat condoms as his spiritual pillar.
The moment you started messing with one, it meant your brain was no longer normal.
Undying Hero pulled an exaggerated-looking handgun from the gap in the seat and began checking the magazine.
He pulled out the magazine, carefully counted the rounds, then shoved it back in while