The power division between superheroes, heroes, supervillains, and villains is fairly complex.

To look at it simply, heroes are the strongest, superheroes and supervillains are after them, and villains are last.

To this, some might ask, "If heroes and superheroes are stronger than supervillains and villains, why don't they destroy the forces of evil for good?"

To this I say, "are you dumb? Why would you think that heroes are on the side of 'good?'"

The only reason heroes are called 'heroes' is because they aren't evil and usually have morals.

Heroes have aspirations and desires that are completely different from the rest. While a supervillain might desire world domination, a hero might desire to eat every delicacy in the world. In fact, there was a hero that wanted this exact desire, the Hero Chef. Everytime he wanted to eat something, a supervillain or villain would come in and ruin the 'atmosphere' as he called it.

To fight these 'despicable people who ruined his meal', he trained himself for 3 decades before going on a world tour, destroying anyone who disturbed his meal. He didn't however, try to wipe out every villain base he saw. After all, why would he want to do something so 'tedious, boring, and unrewarding'?

In reality, the superheroes are the only ones going up against the supervillains and the villains. Fortunately, the villains are just thugs, or else the forces of good would be on the losing side.

Excerpt from The World and Its People by Doctor Theodore Ansenten

Darkness shrouded the entirety of Naf City. Brights lamp posts lit up the road, guiding drivers and pedestrians alike. Three bright moons floated in the sky, creating a sense of comfort in anyone who sees them.

On top of a skyscraper, a person stood, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. From the distance a man with red hair wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, flew towards him. When he landed on the skyscraper, he immediately asked, "How did your battle with Canary go?"

"T-t-terrible. Our info was completely wrong! He can fly, but that isn't the only thing he can do. When I attacked him with the Doc's Point Penetrating gun, the ray would always curve out of the way," the cloaked person stammered before replying with a slightly high-pitched voice, seemingly a woman.

"It would curve? The PP gun is one of our most destructive weapons! How could the ray curve? That Canary isn't simple. You still have the PP gun right?" The red-haried man asked.

"Y-y-yes, sir," The cloaked woman reached into her cloak and took out a pink, semi-transparent shaft that had two sagging balls on the back.

"Good. Since we couldn't get rid of Canary, you should keep the PP gun and use it when the time is right."

"B-b-but...with all due respect sir, why don't we target the heroes instead? Canary saw our weapon; he might inform all the superheroes," The woman asked.

"You are right, but you would be courting death".

"W-w-why?"

"The heroes don't have superpowers, but they have martial arts. Because of the painful training heroes have to go through to get strong, many people don't even try practicing martial arts. As time passed, the amount of people training to become heroes dwindled. Now, all the heroes left are those who have been training for centuries. For them, destroying you or me would be akin to crushing a bug! It's good that most of the heroes train in seclusion or in the Tree-Paths"

"T-t-they are that strong?"

"Yeah, so throw away the idea of fighting them. We will stay low for a month or so, and then try to test it on another superhero. Until then, infiltrate a building near a Crogach base and scout it out."

Dion was currently trying to spank his butt to see if it really increased his pain resistance(He wanted to make sure. After all, he wouldn't lose anything. As long as he stayed silent, no one would know...).

Unfortunately(or maybe fortunately), it didn't seem like that was the case.

He turned on his phone and set an alarm before going back to sleep.

...

Dion woke up at 5:00 AM. He was used to it as the job he had in his previous life required him to come early and leave late. He had often pulled all-nighters, so waking up early wasn't any problem. He opened the file containing the Beast Imitation Art before starting the first session of the day, the Ram Fist(he had 5 sessions per day; one session for each of the 5 chapters in the Beast Imitation Art). Then, he took a shower before packing up his bag and making his way to his school.

Since his body wasn't used to exercising yet, he planned to jog to his school in order to build up his endurance and stamina.

Along the way, he saw several grown men in an alleyway seemingly conspiring something. Not wanting to get involved, he increased his speed, hoping they would ignore him. Thankfully, they didn't pay much attention to him; they just gave him a glance before returning to their conversation.

"So those people were villains, huh? It seems supervillains are the actual villains and villains are actually just thugs."

Dion's school couldn't be compared to his orphanage. The walls were made of quartz, the windows out of bulletproof glass. The blue dome seemed to be a useless architectural design at first glance, but it was actually a forcefield generator that could protect the school and the buildings around it from attacks. Of course, it would break if the forcefield was destroyed or if deactivated. In addition, the forcefield only protected ATTACKS, not people. A supervillain could easily sneak in and destroy everything without destroying the forcefield.

The school was actually for the rich and wealthy families of Naf City. Unless one got a good score on the entrance exam or paid a large amount of money, it was highly unlikely that one could enroll in it. For some reason, he had been accepted into the school. Although some people got in by a fluke, Dion had found something oddly suspicious about his enrollment. Well, whatever. It wasn't like it would affect him too much. After all, what could a penniless orphan have that others wanted?

The first period of the day was survival studies. Although most students would have no use for this class in the future, it was a class that was made mandatory by law. This was because the Tree-Paths would sometimes randomly teleport people into the Paths. It could happen to anyone, regardless of age, gender, or social status. Their teacher once told them about a baby that had been teleported in shortly after being born. If one teleported near the outposts, all would be well, otherwise, this class would be a lifesaver.

Their teacher was a muscular, bearded man who stood with a straight back and spoke as if the students were army recruits.

"WHEN IN THE WILDERNESS AND IT IS RAINING, ONE SHOULD FIRST LOOK FOR A DRY SHELTER. THEN, ONE SHOULD LOOK FOR DRY WOOD. OF COURSE, YOU PROBABLY WON'T FIND IT IN WHICH CASE YOU FIND A COVERING TO WARM YOURSELF WITH. NOW, WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT NOT TO DO?"

The boy who sat next to Dion raised his hand and answered, "Drink the rainwater".

"THATS RIGHT! IN THE TREE-PATHS, THE RAINWATER COULD BE POISONOUS OR THE RESULT OF A BEAST'S POWER. UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE, DON'T DRINK IT!"

After lecturing(shouting), he assigned them a group project.

"FOR YOUR PROJECT, YOU MUST RESEARCH EVERYTHING ABOUT THE TREE-PATH OUTPOST I ASSIGN YOU..."

The rest of the school day went relatively uneventful(which was good). Dion immediately went home and started to practice the four remaining chapters of the Beast Imitation Art: Elephant palm, Tiger claw, Boar charge, and Viper bite.