Superhero Manager System

Ressurect, The Banished Prince

The explosion blasted Arome off his seat, his head smashing into the dry wall behind him. Screams sounded out in the backgrounds as his vision swam. He looked up to see a swirling barrier of soft blue and white light. The executives and the supers were well protected under the barrier.

It was annoying, guess even in this part of the world, corporations only gave a damn about themselves and profit. He tried to get up, but there were black spots creeping up into the edge of his vision. It didn’t take long for him to realize why, there was a piece of metal sticking out of his chest.

“Oh! That can’t be good.” He muttered to himself, as he struggled to get up, but it was taking a colossal amount of will to do so. He felt rough hands grab him, as he was oriented to come face to face with one of the executives. He was shocked to see that it was the old woman, and even more so from the amount of strength she was showing.

“It wouldn’t be prudent for you to die here, your highness, come on kid, let’s go.” Arome, through the fog that was in his mind, idly wondered why she was helping him when just a moment ago she was rejecting him from a job that he was so overly qualified for, but disqualified for, because he had no powers.

But she was right, it wouldn’t be prudent for him to die here, especially as that would destroy his father. Nothing much could be said of his grandfather and the rest of the royal family but, if he died here, it would break the old man, it meant failure. He’s not supposed to fail. ‘I can’t fail!' he thought to himself.

Arome took a deep breath and shook the cobwebs out of his head. The fact that the piece of metal was sticking out of him was good, at the very least it meant he'd bleed out slower. The problem was, he would still be bleeding out, And he had a limited amount of time, not to mention, with the Blights in the building. Their lackeys and the demons that followed them, would soon be flooding the entire building and if they-

*BOOM!*

Another explosion ripped through the office. This time, however, before everything went dark. Arome had the presence of mind to notice that this explosion was more like a concussive blast. Barely any flames, but much worse than the first, because it had come from inside the office, not outside. The Blights had an ally in there. 

He was already unconscious when his body smashed through the office walls, into the reception areas outside the office. The receptionist screamed, as Arome’s lifeless body came to a stop in front of her, his eyes staring off into the nothingness, glassy-eyed and dull.

The older lady came flying out, one of her hands holding the face of one of their new recruits. She was aloft, her feet above the ground as she smashed the head of an individual on the ground, making sure to leave a bloody smear as she scrapped half their face off, and dumped their dead body to the side.

The receptionist turned over and relieved herself of her breakfast. The COO grunted in annoyance. She had no idea why her insufferable husband would let someone so soft work for them. He ought to have better sense than this. But then again, she was sure the receptionist was here more for her curves, than for her qualifications.

She turned, an annoyed hiss escaping her lips, her eyes narrowing as they fell on the sight of Arome’s lifeless body. This would cause problems not just on a corporate scale, but on a national scale. This is the oldest son of his generation’s royal family, a prince by birthright and cousin to one of the most powerful heroes in the world. 

It was unfortunate, the young prince was overly qualified. She had wanted him to work with her outside the purview of the company. She was already planning on having a split from Falcon-Eagle, one of the many disadvantages of a divorce. But she built this company from the ground up, making it into the conglomerate it has become, after she and her soon-to-be ex-husband inherited it from his Uncle.

She'd be damned if she let those crazed fools tear it all down. As for the Prince, this was most definitely a tragedy. But the political situation of his nation would not allow for any sort of retaliation, at least against Falcon-Eagle…and that is only if they could all survive this disaster.

But this represents an opportunity nonetheless. Her personal floor and office were on the three-hundred and thirty-third floor. The entire building had four hundred floors, so they were sixty-seven floors above where she needed to be. In her office, she had a direct magical line to one of the sorcerers in the UNCH. The Blights were enough of a threat that they’d deploy their most powerful heroes, but with the Dimension Lock spell active, it meant no one would find out anything was wrong, until it was over and too late. 

She needed to get word out, and adding the caveat of a dead Nubian prince, might just be enough to get the United Nations Council Of Heroes, off their lazy behinds, to come save the empire she had built.

“urghhh!”

Arome could taste bile in the back or his throat. It was annoying, but other than a slight headache that, as of this moment, was actually fading away, he didn’t feel any worse for wear. But none of that seemed to matter as a screen popped up in front of him. “What the hell?”

“Congratulations! You have awakened your bloodline and unlocked the Manager level up system! You Have Reached Level One! Plus 1 to all stats! You Have Unlocked Your Power… Resurrection”

Arome coughed, as an electric feeling went through his body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt or experienced before, and it was different. His senses were sharpened as he could hear much better than normal, and there was a vigor to him that had previously been absent. He felt stronger, faster, tougher? He felt powerful.

“So you do have power after all.” Arome turned around, his eyes meeting the old lady’s as she stretched out a hand to him. He took it, and she pulled him up with a lot more ease than Arome could have expected. Arome observed, taking stock of his environment and his current situation.

The building is still under attack, and communication is locked down due to the dimension lock spell. They needed to escape, and the C.O.O pretty much told Arome the same thing, especially the fact that they would have to go down the Sixty-Seven floors to get to her office and call for help.

“What do you need me to do?” Arome asked, as he noticed the blinking dot at the edge of his peripheral vision. But there was nothing he could do about that for now. The building was still on fire.

“Oh nothing much, we will be going together with the team. It would not be wise to leave anyone behind with the Blights in the building, their followers would be making their way up here soon enough… can you walk?”

Arome nodded his head, as the woman pointed at the elevator at the end of the reception. “Keep an eye on that elevator for me, let me get the rest of the team. Are you sure you are okay? Because your Highness, you just died.” Arome did not want to think about this right now, he remembered dying and it was not pleasant.

“I’m fine, just get your people and let’s get out of here.” Arome turned as his eyes met the receptionist. She looked like she had seen a ghost and perhaps that can not be too far from the truth. Arome moved towards the elevator, reaching it just in time for it to ding open.

The Blights were cultists, sorcerers that just loved to play with bad magic a little too much. But people like this, with such an amount of power, at the A rank? They drew like-minded people to themselves, like flies to excrement. And then each of their lackeys are bound to demons, terrible infernal hounds with six legs and two heads.

Two of them rushed out of the elevator, their owners right behind them as the first of them blasted Arome with lightning. There was neither time to respond nor react as he was blasted away, more than five thousand volts of pure electrical power, running rough shod across his entire body. He crashed in front of the receptionist one more time, glassy eyed, lichen burn marks left all over his body from the lightning strike. The receptionist screamed, to see a person die the first time was one thing, but to see it again the second time, It was downright terrifying. 

“Oh shut that lady up!”

There were six cultists coming out of the elevator, they each had a demon bound to them, but the two that came through were the first to make a move on the receptionist. She barely got a scream out when an office desk came flying from the conference room ahead.

It smashed into both hounds, sending them and the table careening towards their masters. Their response was a wave of lightning that blasted the infernal hounds and the table to pieces. The person with the lightning ability proceeded to open and rain literal lightning in the direction of the office. The receptionist was barely able to duck inside, before a metal gate slammed down, completely cutting off the office from the rest of the building. In return, Arome’s still smoking corpse was left behind.

“Damn it!”

*Bam! Bam!*

Over and over again, the individual blasted at the gates. But all he was able to do was get it heated. Whatever material the gate was made from, it seemed to rapidly disperse the heat and remained untouched, pristine as ever. Almost as if it was mocking the lightning super.

All six individuals were dressed in black robes, the inner parts of the robes were a dark sickly purple, and they had hoods, along with a painted white mask. It was plain, except for the dark rings around the eyes and small protrusions from the top of the mask that looked like horns. 

The male with the lightning abilities, wore a mask that had two horns. Which was probably a way to show that he was higher ranked than the others that only had a single horn on their mask. The dual horned cultist stomped towards the door, where a camera stood at the top of it.

“If I ask nicely, will you guys open the door so that I can sacrifice you all to my lord and master.” The cultist asked, as he looked at the camera.

“Not in your wildest dreams punk! That door will remain closed until I say otherwise. And let me assure you, there are enough supplies here to last 100 people for three months-

This is Falcon-Eagle Industries, you stupid, stupid child! People call us to ensure things like this don’t happen to them. You are not getting through this door, period! But I’m sure the police will have something to say about all this once they get here.”

“You’re bluffing!” the lightning cultist said, as he backed up, lightning gathering and arcing across his body. But instead, what he got in return was a smile as the COO replied.

“No, not bluffing, just stalling. Now your highness! Go!”

Arome did not need to be told twice. Outside the disorientation of dying twice. He was still able to react quickly enough to leap into the elevator and hit a random floor button. And just in time too, as lightning arced over his head to smash into the elevator walls, burning a hole through it, as the doors closed with a ding. 

Arome sat back, leaning his back against the elevator as he looked down at his chest and stomach. All the damage caused by the lightning was healing at an extremely rapid pace. When he saw it, he only had one question about the situation he had found himself in right now.

“Ancestors! What is this?”