Harold was lying on the floor, bleeding from the bullet hold on his shoulder.

“Are you the boss here?” Thuderia asked.

“Yes,” I replied, my anger starting.

“Give us the money,” Flame Lord snarled.

“Why?”

“Because,” Anne began, “we’re your Trio of Salvation. We deal with the super villain Blackout. Now give us the money.”

“No,” I said, and threw them out telekinetically. I wasn’t finished. I repaired Harold wound, and created some new blood for him. He should live, but I’ll get him to the hospital later.

The Trio got up, with great rage.

“The fuck?” Thuderia growled, covering her face.

“I am Blackout. And you crossed a damn line.”

“Hah. Blackout? You’re just a ‘comically incompatant’ super villa-“ Flame Lord tried to say, but ripping of the bottom of his jaw shut him up.

“I’ve never been all that interested in taking over the city. I’ve only continued as a hobby to prevent worse villains from showing up. Turns out they showed up today!”

I kicked Anne to the tops of the buildings, and brought my leg down on top of Thunderia.

“Before I was known as Blackout,” I continued, beating these fakes to a pulp, “I was Creator! The only Hero undefeated! With the power to make new abilitys! I brought down Snatcher! I defeated the duo villains of Time and Space! And all of it was done singlehandedly!” I finished, leaving badly broken but living bodies of these false helpers. “And now I’m bringing you to the Tartarus.”

The shock on their faces was quite something.

“Bu-but we’re heros! Why would we be brought to the jail for extremely dangerous villains?” Thunderia wimpered.

“You shot an innocent man, demanded money at gunpoint, and claim to be innocent?”

They fell silent, realizing their pleas would obly fall on deaf ears.

—-

“Hey Creator!” A cheerful voice cried out.

“Hey Snatcher. I got some new faces for you.”

“Oooh, an S ranked threat?”

“No, some C ranked heros.”

“Damn it, I was hoping for a 4th member. I want to play Mahjong!”

“Not my problem. By the way, I’m currently known as Blackout, a Grade D villain.”

“Grade D? Isn’t that reserved for Villains that can’t actually harm anyone? And private info?”

“I’ve been requested by the city of Lancurk to be their villain, so they report me as grade C. Anyway, I gotta get going, these fucks shot my employee.”

“Bye!!!”