Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 218: The Returning Person, Urgent Mission

At 10:20 a.m. Japan time, a torrential downpour started in Minato Ward, Tokyo, at an abandoned train station.

“Ha…”

Ke Mingye took a short rest, only to be awakened by the steady sound of rain.

He yawned as he awoke from the bench, opening his eyes which were filled with the tears of fatigue, and looked up.

What caught his eyes was a dated platform deprived of sunlight. The edges of the square pillars, blunted by the years, bore a sign that read “Tokyo Shiba Park Station No. 7 Viewing Window”.

Ke Mingye sighed, brushed the dust off his pants disdainfully, and cast a glance at the dusty wooden chair under his bottom. After a moment’s thought, considering he was using a puppet and the two people beside him were at a greater disadvantage, he decided not to fuss over it.

“Are we not leaving?”

Turning his head, he asked the cultural figure, “We’ve already rescued the person, what are we waiting for? If those Magic Girls find us by some method, wouldn’t we be finished?”

“We’re waiting for someone.”

Fan Quan said this while flipping through “Death of the Gods: The Heretic Julian.”

“Waiting for whom?”

“Ju Zipi.”

Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye paused slightly, “Is he going back to Huanjing with us?”

“Yes,” Fan Quan spoke slowly, “He needs to lay low for a while. He and Top Bull were seen by that Magic Girl while on a mission, so it’s safer to stay in Huanjing for the time being, just in case.”

“Ah, after one month of hard work to finally become the top host, and just like that, you summon him back. It feels like you’re not handling things right. Maybe he’s already enjoying his work as a host.”

“No rush, let him return to Japan after this blows over.”

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, “Uh… so Comrade Ju Zipi is just temporarily reassigned?”

“Of course.”

“Then that’s fine, the legend of Broken Orange, the top host of Black Tengu Club, continues.”

“Can’t we just stop waiting for him? I want to rush home and lie down,” a voice weak as a whisper came from the side.

The two men turned their gaze toward her.

Qing Meng leaned half over the armrest of the public bench, one hand on her chest and the other supporting her on the armrest, retching with a ghastly pale face toward the ground.

Not long before, in the Alliance building, she had been caught up in Ke Mingye’s abrupt hundred-meter aerial descent and then Fan Quan’s mid-air spatial shift.

Even for a player like her, whose overall abilities were well beyond that of an ordinary person, it was inevitable to feel dizzy and see stars.

As a result, even after a ten-minute break, the world in front of her still swayed like a kaleidoscope, and the acid in her stomach surged, as if it would spill out through her throat at any moment.

Compared to her, both the cultural figure and Ke Mingye appeared very calm.

Fan Quan’s spiritual power attribute points were very high.

In game terminology, this attribute was akin to his “main attribute”: the power and effect of many skills he chose in the specialty page depended on the high or low level of this attribute.

Because of the spiritual attribute, his neurological resilience was solid, so this minor tumult was not a problem, and it didn’t take long for his brain to recover from that dizziness and disorientation after leaving the building.

It was different for Qing Meng; her main attribute was neurological reaction, and she lacked resistance on the spiritual level.

However, the most composed of the three was not Fan Quan, but Ke Mingye, the all-around warrior with balanced attributes.

He normally had to maintain multiple perspectives, some of which involved swinging about in the sky, using spider silk or a magic wand, keeping his brain in a state of overload.

After a month of tempering, his mental endurance had improved significantly, incomparable to that of an ordinary person. Even a few thousand-meter aerial descent from a helicopter wouldn’t make him bat an eyelid.

Fan Quan, eyes lowered to his book, casually picked up Qing Meng’s line of conversation: “What do you mean ‘going home to lie down’? Aren’t you an orphan?”

“Screw off. Can’t I lie down in my orphanage?” Qing Meng retorted while wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Speaking of which, the orphanage seems not to care much about you; you have too much freedom in your movements.”

“They couldn’t wait for me to leave that place.”

“Others mooch off their parents, you mooch off the orphanage; you’re capable.”

“Cultural figure, can you keep your mouth clean? I had family in my last life; it’s just that I don’t in this one,” Qing Meng said and activated a skill to plant a pea shooter on the wooden bench.

The pea shooter swayed its body left and right like a boxer warming up, eyes sharp and focused on Fan Quan, its mouth wide open like an abyss, facing him as though ready to fire a pea at his cheek at any moment.

“sumimasen (I’m sorry),” Fan Quan pushed his glasses up.

“What’s that bird language?”

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” Fan Quan said, looking down at his book.

“Speaking of which, cultural figure, couldn’t you use some other skills?” Ke Mingye thought back to the previous scene, “Just now, I didn’t use the web shooter because I didn’t want my identity to be recognized. But back at Superhero Tower in Huanjing, you used that move to save the Dice Monster, so if that scene got caught on camera, doesn’t that mean the Dice Monster could still be suspected?”

Fan Quan retorted, “What other skills did you expect me to pull out under those circumstances?”

“Never mind, you’re right.”

Qing Meng inquired, “I’m curious, how do you always get that paperman with the teleportation skill? It can’t just be sheer luck every time, right?”

“My ‘Door of Humanities’ has been enhanced with a Skill Enhancement Card, adding a safety mechanism: it’s guaranteed that every time I use the skill, at least one specific paperman will appear,” Fan Quan answered.

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