SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery

I stared at Anthony.

He grinned back at me like he had just invited me to a casual barbecue.

"We need you to be the next World President," he repeated.

I blinked. "You—" I let out a sharp exhale, rubbing my temple. "You're joking."

"Nope."

I scoffed. "You do realize the same government you work for has been actively trying to kill me and prosecute me, right?"

Anthony waved a hand. "Oh, that's the other side."

I narrowed my eyes. "Other side?"

"Yeah, see, the governments across the world are kinda... split on this whole thing." He leaned back against the bench, stretching his arms behind his head like we weren't discussing something completely absurd. "On one hand, you've got the people who follow the current World President—the guy who holds absolute authority because his job is literally designed for it. And on the other hand, you've got the people who think you should be in that seat."

I let out a sharp breath, still trying to process. "Why the hell would anyone want me in charge?"

Anthony gave me a look. "Dude, seriously? You're capable of having multiple jobs."