1947, the heyday of heroes. For many, a blessing, for others, a curse. Popular beliefs varied; some believed they were angels sent by God, others believed they were demons sent to wreak havoc. Gamma Jack discovered his powers early on, and he also discovered his opinion of himself and others early on. For him, the only plausible explanation was that they were a superior race, an evolution of humans made to stay and procreate.

His increasingly frequent public appearances and interviews sparked a variety of controversies, both positive and negative. The number of heroes who shared his views grew steadily, and the media blamed him for pioneering the movement. Amidst all this controversy, a new "villain" emerged. Her mind? The complete opposite of Jack's. To her, everyone was equal and should be treated equally, defending the Marxist method of thinking and acting. She worked mainly in banks, robbing billionaires, and reducing companies to rubble.

-- She's just a spoiled teenager.

Jack said as he finished putting on his uniform, making a slight, dissatisfied smacking sound with his mouth.

-- You know, everyone goes through that communist phase. Where they think they can change the world, that everything is wonderful.

He straightened his back, maintaining an upright posture to look at himself in the mirror, arranging his blond hair in a ridiculously perfect manner.

-- I can handle this myself, I don't need you guys for this.

He winked at his companions, leaving the building where he had set up his headquarters. Jack soared through the air toward the rural area of ​​the city. He mentally repeated the facts he knew -- He knew she was powerful, he knew she acted alone, he knew she was there, hiding in the woods like a wild boar.

When he finally reached the property he suspected was her hideout, he landed.

-- Let's not prolong this, I found you!

He mumbled loudly so she could hear wherever she was, creating a small explosion in his hands, throwing it at the wooden door that disintegrated in seconds.