Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 233

Chapter 233 – 159 Three-quarters of a Friend
Little Red Riding Hood stabilized her figure in mid-air and slowly descended. Her heels touched the rooftop floor, and she nonchalantly tucked the handle of the ruby Magic Wand under her arm, then walked towards Magical Girl Ash.

She tilted her head, her gaze lowered towards the brain imaging helmet at Ash’s feet, and asked curiously.

“Senior, what is this thing, an Ultraman transformation device?”

“Transformation device my foot, it’s for you to use!”

Magical Girl Ash spoke without looking up, her brow slightly furrowed, her slender fingers wrapped in black leather gloves tapping away vigorously on the phone screen, the dense typing sounds entering one’s ear, which felt rather infuriating.

From the visible corner of the screen: it seemed she was chatting with Xizi Yue on WeChat.

The pattern of their chat was mostly Ash sending a barrage of text with lightning speed, then Xizi Yue either ignoring it or replying with a word or two, or even just one word–anyone unaware would think it was some loser trying to chat with a goddess.

But anyone who knew a little about these two would realize that this way of chatting was because Ash was too impatient, while Xizi Yue was too laid back.

Little Red Riding Hood, expressionless, clasped the Magic Wand under her arm around her shoulder, with the other hand propped against her chin.

She thought for a moment and said, “It’s not some kind of brainwashing device, is it, senior? I know you might swing that way, but to do this to your own colleague is a bit much, won’t it be awkward when you can’t look each other in the eye later?”

Upon hearing this, Magical Girl Ash lifted the hand that was clutching her shoulder and rested it against her forehead with a sigh. She had long grown accustomed to Little Red Riding Hood’s erratic thinking and thus decisively skipped the rebuttal phase.

“My mentor said that to join the Alliance nowadays, one must wear this helmet for testing.”

“Testing what?”

“Testing whether you’re a player or not.”

“And what’s a player?”

“The big bad guys who want to destroy the world.”

“Senior, you might as well not have said anything at all, the way we kids, who grew up on garbage, talk is just not the same as you kids, who grew up with silver spoons in your mouths.”

“You don’t need to understand; I order you to put it on right now, and then I’ll take a picture for my mentor to report, got it?” Saying so, Magical Girl Ash put away her phone, bent down to pick up the brain imaging helmet from the ground, and handed it to Little Red Riding Hood.

“All right.”

Little Red Riding Hood took the brain imaging helmet, held it in both hands, and hesitated for half a second: “This isn’t really some sort of brainwa…”

Ash frowned and interrupted her brusquely, holding her shoulder: “Stop talking nonsense and just put it on.”

Little Red Riding Hood slowly lifted the brain imaging helmet and placed it on her head, and Ke Mingye ordered her to clear her mind, so she just stood there blankly, her gaze fixed on Ash.

A moment later, Ash shifted her gaze away from her and said lightly.

“You can take it off now.”

Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood removed the brain imaging helmet, and on the display screen on the back of the helmet appeared some images, the very scene she had just seen with her eyes.

She was experienced with this; when the brain imaging helmet captures the visual neural signals of a Deception Puppet, the resulting images are no different from what a normal human eye would see, otherwise she would have been caught by her brother Ke Yinzhi and taken to the Management Bureau for punishment during her movie theater stunt.

Magical Girl Ash took the brain imaging helmet silently, lowered her cool face, and confirmed the photo formed through captured brain signals with a glance.

Her fingers swiftly swiped across the control panel of the helmet, quickly flipping through, and she didn’t see any strange player icons or messy panels above these photos.

Relieved, she thought to herself that the Grandmaster was really such a fusspot, insisting on putting her through this, as if those players, if they could choose their spawn point, would pick such a pitiful girl? Enjoy exclusive chapters from

“What a fascinating thing, can I have another look?” Little Red Riding Hood asked.

“Just keep it, don’t look at me with those puppy-dog eyes.”

“Thank you, senior.” Little Red Riding Hood said as she took the helmet, feeling its cool, smooth surface.

“Let’s go.” Ash said, “We’ll head back to the classroom, and then I’ll teach you how to make cards.”

“What about the helmet?”

Magical Girl Ash, walking ahead of her, said as they descended the stairs of the teaching building, “There’s quite a lot of this stuff around now, it’s not very rare, you can keep it to play with.”

“Really?”

“True…” Ash was about to reply, when she suddenly thought of something and her tone changed abruptly, sounding rather annoyed, “Oh, seems like that won’t do. Last time I brought the brain imaging helmet home, my mentor scolded me, saying that Qing Ya was messaging her asking who she gave the brain imaging helmet to. If it weren’t for my mentor covering for me, that damned erect Crow Man would’ve definitely taken the chance to annoy me, accusing me of moving important property without authorization or something.”

“Qing Ya pays that much attention to you?” Little Red Riding Hood asked softly, hands clasped behind her back.

“He’s sick in the head, I have no idea why he’s targeting me.”

The two of them talked as they walked along the empty corridor, the morning light slanting in from the windows, casting a beautiful silhouette on them. Soon, they entered the classroom. Seeing no one else in the classroom, Ash simply sat down at the conference table, too lazy to even move a chair.

She summoned the Magic Book, her eyes downcast, and took out two blank cards from the book with a snap, laying them on the table.

“These are models of Magic Cards, made of a special material.” She said, “Magic Girls can collect up to five blank card models from the Alliance each week to create Magic Cards. However, most Magic Girls have mediocre talent, and even the comet-type Magic Girls hardly know how to create cards, let alone those who are contract-type.”