Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 396: Chapter 218: The Returning Person, Urgent Mission_2

Fan Quan coughed slightly and continued explaining, “I targeted Illiad when I released my skill, so I was able to use his theoretical skill ‘Sacred Space’.”

“Ah, I really don’t get you European dogs with B-level skills,” Qing Meng joked, twirling her pistol dejectedly, “When will I ever get a B-level skill?”

Ke Mingye sighed, “Big sis, you’re a true African, aren’t you? You still haven’t gotten a B-level skill?”

“No, every time she’s about to save up enough for a B-level skill, she’s already spent the money,” Fan Quan said.

“Her willpower needs improvement,” Ke Mingye said.

“Bullshit, you guys who started off with a free B-level skill have no right to talk about me,” Qing Meng frowned, “If I had started with a B-level skill, I would have soared high immediately.”

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Fan Quan stated flatly, “I must clarify that ‘Gate of Humanities’ changes the skill level according to the user’s level of knowledge. Meaning, if it were placed on your skill-exclusive page, the skill level would probably only be…”

He paused for a moment, not wanting to hurt the other’s self-esteem, and then said tactfully, “C-level or below, I guess.”

“What about me?” Ke Mingye pointed at himself, volunteering, “What level would my ‘Gate of Humanities’ be?”

“E-level,” Fan Quan said mercilessly.

“Screw off, being cultured isn’t everything.”

“Checking the cultural level of group members,” Fan Quan adjusted his glasses.

Unable to contain her frustration, Qing Meng asked, “So how many B-level skills do you guys have now?”

“One,” Fan Quan said.

“Three,” Ke Mingye said.

Qing Meng and Fan Quan both gave him a sidelong glance.

“Why are you looking at me? My family does the heavy lifting, and I come in for the final strike,” Ke Mingye explained, “Swoop in and grab the rewards, you know?”

“Lucky you, I wish I could mooch off someone too,” Qing Meng sighed, “How come you got such a nice starting point?”

“Only he could handle that starting point being such a drama king. If it were you, you’d probably be dead within a day.”

Qing Meng said, “Oh boy, who knows if he’s also acting in front of us.”

“That’s awkwardly accusing. We’re all from the same village, why would I act in front of you guys?”

As they were speaking, a figure descended the stairs from the platform entrance, clad in a raincoat. It was Ju Zipi. He extended his right hand from under the raincoat, shaking off the rainwater that had soaked the sheath he was holding.

“Shall we go?” he asked, removing his raincoat hood and revealing a handsome face with a smile.

“Let’s go.”

After speaking, Fan Quan was the first to swipe the card for instance number 7 in the air slot, summoning the ghost train that had been waiting in a different space.

The four boarded the train.

The brightly lit train slowly started moving, weaving through Tokyo in the rain, and soon disappeared into a tunnel.

In the train compartment bathed in warm orange light, Ke Mingye propped his chin and listened attentively with a tilted head as Ju Zipi shared his recent experiences at the Black Tengu Host Club.

“You’re so capable, getting fought over by two rich ladies to accompany them in one night?” Ke Mingye exclaimed.

“They got their bodyguards to pull hair, and the Top Bull intervened, helping them reconcile and reach an agreement,” Ju Zipi said.

“What kind of agreement?” Ke Mingye asked.

“Can’t say,” Ju Zipi shook his head.

Ke Mingye gasped quietly, whispering, “Lao Ju, is your body still pure?”

“Absolutely pure,” Ju Zipi replied lightly, “I keep my virtue intact, talent for sale, not my body.”

“That’s good, very respectable,” Qing Meng commented.

“That’s bad, lacks professional integrity,” Fan Quan commented.

Ju Zipi chuckled, “Haha…”

Ke Mingye tore open a bag of chips that he had just casually fished out of a supermarket with a spider thread, chewing while he spoke, “Speaking of which, where’s the Top Bull now?”

“He used the travel coupon you gave him, teleported to Huanjing, and is now waiting for us at a café in the Hongdeng Commercial District,” Ju Zipi answered.

Ke Mingye paused, “The Cowherd brother also came to Huanjing, and he doesn’t speak Chinese?”

“I said, lay low,” Fan Quan said, “As for Mandarin, you can borrow my translation badge. Once he wears it, understanding all languages won’t be a problem. With more hands over the next while, we can also tackle some high-difficulty instances—it’s not a bad thing.”

Ke Mingye nodded, “But how will he return to Japan when the time comes? A travel ticket allows a player to return to their starting point within a day, but his starting point is the Magical Girl Alliance base in Japan. Surely he can’t go back there?”

“He doesn’t have a ride card from the Huanjing No.7 instance like the four of us,” Fan Quan said, “So he either saves up ten thousand Mall Coins to buy a new travel ticket or we let Cai Bing hack into the airport system and book him a ticket out of the country.”

“Okay,” Ke Mingye said, “Then you guys go pick him up. I got up so early this morning, I’ll head home to rest.”

“Seconded,” Qing Meng yawned.

As they spoke, the train arrived. The rumbling of the engine and the splashing sound of the rain hitting the windows overlapped until the train came to a stop, leaving only the swishing sound of the continuous rain.

Ke Mingye was the first to stand up, sliding open the compartment door and stepping out.

“Spider Man,” Ju Zipi suddenly called out to him.

“What is it?”

With a smile, Ju Zipi said, “We owe you for this one, or the top bull might not have been saved.”

“Go thank them, and while you’re at it, you should get to know that woman called ‘Cai Bing’; we couldn’t do it without her.”

“Err… the person from the discussion group?” Ju Zipi asked.

“Yes, we all call her Hacker Girl.”

As he spoke, Ke Mingye stepped onto the platform, got off the train, and slowly walked away in the curtain of rain.

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Meanwhile, at Bai Ke’s home, Old Jingmai District, a room on the second floor.

The television was still on, displaying an animated show for children called “Powerpuff Girls” on Clear Sky TV Station.

Amidst the noisy cartoon sounds, Ke Mingye himself was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, focused on controlling a remote-controlled puppet.

Only after watching the puppet walk into a deserted alley, stuff its head into a garbage can and activate its self-destruct mechanism did he divert his attention back.

Opening his eyes, he saw the yellowed ceiling.

Just then, he felt something slowly vibrating on the bedboard.

He turned his head toward the pillow and discovered that his spare phone had received several notifications from the official Superhero Association app, and the notification at the very top had a dark red background, indicating a high level of importance.

[Red Alert: The mutant “Ghost Shark,” known for hunting down superheroes, has appeared in Yandai Commercial Street, Huanjing. A superhero team has been attacked by this C-tier fugitive. Superheroes in the vicinity, please rush to support—!]

[You’ve received a private message from “Bai Yi.”]

[Bai Yi: Blue Owl, are you nearby? We are already heading towards Yandai Commercial Street.]

Ke Mingye gripped his phone, scanning the text quickly and glanced at the time, realizing the message was from three minutes ago. As he typed a reply to Bai Yi’s message, he also sat up on the bed and hurried down the stairs after opening his bedroom door.

[Blue Owl: Don’t worry, I’m on my way.]

Having sent the message, he quickly passed through the living room, leaned on the shoe cabinet to slip on his sneakers, opened the front door, and had barely taken two steps into the stairwell when a girl with twin ponytails stepped out from the house, stopped in front of him, and handed him a blue umbrella.

Bai Zini, with one hand holding her shoulder and the other holding the umbrella, tilted her head slightly and said, “Big brother, it’s raining so heavily outside, were you really planning to go out without an umbrella?”

“Thanks.”

Ke Mingye said as he tied his shoelaces before taking the umbrella and heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” Bai Zini, seeing his hurried look, asked alertly.

“Err… video game store, to buy a game cartridge. There’s a sale today on a game I like.”

Ke Mingye hurried downstairs, the sharp sound of his sneakers scraping against the damp stair surface echoing throughout the stairwell.

“By the way, Xiao Ling hasn’t been out for a while, she said she wants you to take her to the aquarium,” Bai Zini leaned on the 12th-floor stair railing and yelled down at him, “Also… some grade-schoolers want to go to the zoo to see the pandas. When will you have time?!”

“Didn’t we just take them there last time?”

“How about we go to Disney this time?”

“Sure, when I get back.”

Ke Mingye shouted back up to her from afar, having already reached the fifth-floor staircase. His pace was so fast that taking the elevator wouldn’t have caught up with him. Within seconds, he vanished from Bai Zini’s sight.