Caressing the sharp edge of the alloy knife, Oliver glanced at the superhumans running out of the building, standing with weapons in their hands.
Most of them were weak. Those who could barely be classified as rank E.
Occasionally, he could sense the aura of D rankers amongst them. But there were no B or higher ranks nearby. He was sure of that.
'They want to help…'
Oliver muttered in a barely audible tone.
They were looking at the sky, just like him. Waiting for their chances to eradicate the blood beetles—the pests that wanted to destroy their home.
Meanwhile, the swarm was dancing over the clouds, taking many chaotic shapes while still maintaining cohesion.
'Help…They want to help.' Oliver chuckled.
'Can these fools even help? It would be better if they stayed inside.'
'The swarm of mutant blood beetles are not dangerous. It will fly away when they realise there is no food for them in the city.'
