An F-Rank Boy is Actually the World’s Most Powerful Person

This world has a mysterious power called “abilities.”

Some people can use it, while others cannot.

The ratio is roughly 2:8. While the numbers show that non-ability users are more numerous, ability users tend to be more privileged in many ways.

Some countries even advocate for an ability user-centered society.

There are those who control fire, those who can create things—there are many kinds of abilities.

Nowadays, crimes related to ability users have increased, raising the global crime rate.

In such a chaotic world, Japan still boasts one of the lowest crime rates globally.

However, there are still criminals.

If an ability user goes on a rampage, most people can’t stop them. This is even truer for non-ability users.

So, what should be done? The answer is simple.

—Only ability users can stop other ability users.

In Japan’s capital, Tokyo, there is a city exclusively for ability users.

Named “Third City,” it spans the three central wards and four sub-central wards, housing millions of ability users.

To prevent crimes by ability users, an organization was established—the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Bureau’s “Special Abilities Division.”

Within this organization, consisting of five carefully selected ability users, there was one rumored to be the “strongest.”

———

“Haa… haa…!”

In a certain abandoned building in Adachi Ward of “Third City.”

A man with dyed blond hair roughly wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

His face was so pale that you would want to call out to him even from a distance, and his breathing was heavy. His hands were stained with red blood. He had just killed someone.

“No… that’s not right… I failed to kill.”

The knife in his trembling right hand was stained with drying blood. The man recalled the scene from a few minutes ago.

…The man was a thug. He had been called an ability user since childhood and had used his special power from a young age, finding it easier to hurt people than to breathe.

That day, he was particularly irritated. So he impulsively kidnapped a prostitute who had been mocking him. It was easy with his ability.

The man dragged the woman into the abandoned building and received a painful counterattack from her.

Although the counterattack was just throwing small stones at him… it deeply wounded his fragile pride.

The woman was a non-ability user. How could someone inferior to him dare to strike him?

His patience snapped, and he impulsively took out a knife and tried to stab the woman. The knife was something he had just bought from a convenience store.

The knife was supposed to stab the woman’s abdomen.

With the sound of shattering glass, the knife was deflected by something. The recoil made him cut his own hand.

The blood on the knife was his own.

“Wh-who… who is it!? Who’s interfering with me!?”

The man moved toward the shattered window glass. However, all he could see were buildings as tall as the abandoned one.

“…Eh?”

With a swooshing sound, something passed by his cheek. He instinctively put his hand to his cheek due to the sharp pain.

…Blood. The pain mercilessly fueled the man’s anxiety.

A few seconds later, the man ran away.

“This is bad, this is bad, this is bad.”

He had heard about it before.

The existence of a group that regulates ability users. A recently formed organization.

Within it—there was supposedly the “strongest ability user.”

“It’s okay. I have the ability to ‘fly.’ If it comes to it—”

“—You think you can escape? Naive thinking.”

A voice was heard. The voice cut through the hot air of the midsummer night, chilling to the bone.

Hearing that voice, the man’s instincts immediately sensed danger. He tried to activate his ability and escape.

However—

“I-I can’t move…! What is this, ice?”

A cold sensation ran up the man’s feet as he tried to fly. Looking down, he saw ice covering his feet.

Upon closer inspection, the ice covered the entire floor, with ice flowers blooming here and there.

“Fly, fly!”

The man tried to activate his ability.

However, the ice hindered him, and he couldn’t lift off.

Footsteps echoed.

“S-stay still!”

Illuminated by the moonlight, a figure appeared.

It was a beautiful girl. With golden hair and red eyes. Her hair was in a two-side-up style, with red ribbons on both sides.

“H-hmph… I got a bit flustered hearing about your ability to fly, but I can handle it!”

The girl, confirming that he couldn’t move, brushed her hair off her shoulder as she spoke.

The man crawled on the ground and looked up at her.

“…Ah, white.”

Above the black knee-high socks was a red checkered skirt.

A hidden sanctuary revealed. The absolute territory caught a glimpse. When he blurted out the color—

“Die, you pervert!”

“Agh!”

The man, struck by an ice block, glared at the girl in front of him while slightly recoiling.

His gaze was now much weaker than before.

“Who are you!? …Could you be the ‘strongest ability user’!?”

The ice’s encroachment gradually reached his arms and face.

The coldness of the ice and the current shock threw the man’s mind off balance.

“…Huh?”

Perhaps because of that, he seemed to have triggered her landmine.

A cracking sound was heard. It wasn’t a metaphor; the ice simply cracked. But something had changed.

At that moment, the man fell into a strange sensation. A distortion, an impossible phenomenon. So bizarre that he wanted to question his sanity.

“Why…”

“Ah, hot! Why is the ice hot!?”

It was a burning heat. With the scorching sensation pricking him, the man doubted his eyes once more.

However, what lay before him was ice. Yet, what he felt was heat. The conflicting sensations of being seared by a stove and the reality before him only further stirred his thoughts.

“Why…!”

“Eh…”

“Why with someone like that—!”

“Ughhhaaaaa—!”

The ice shattered with a loud noise.

As the heat spread throughout his body, the man writhed in agony, but took the opportunity to desperately activate his ability.

Ability name— “Escape Flight Aero Biker.”

A power that allows him to fly for a certain period. It is a C-rank ability. Although it has no offensive capabilities, as the name suggests, it is useful for emergency escapes. With a smile on his face, the man flew out of the shattered window.

“Wait!”

The girl hurriedly activated her ability, but by the time the ice reached the window, the man was already gone. She gritted her teeth in frustration. Accepting it was inevitable, she turned on the communicator in her ear.

“It’s me.”

The voice was that of a boy. However, the calm composure in it made it hard to believe he was a child.

“…It’s me, Alicia! I failed! The rest is up to you!”

“Understo—”

Before the other person could respond, the girl—Alicia Edelhart—cut off the communication and looked at her hand. Her right hand trembled slightly. Clenching it tightly, Alicia acknowledged she had done what she needed to do.