Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 46

Chapter 46 – 039: Supermarket Instance
Upon reaching the second floor, Ke Mingye slid open the door to enter the first booth. Under the tangerine light, the doll raised its eyes, and the three familiar faces were still what caught his gaze.

Fan Quan sat in the middle of the sofa, flipping through a black leather bible without looking up as he spoke.

“It seems everyone is here. Let’s make a quick introduction of our skills, then we can get started.”

Ke Mingye made the doll bow its head to glance at the three handguns on the table, and asked, puzzled, “Are we ready to start now? Shouldn’t we distribute the guns first?”

Fan Quan shook his head, his eyes signaling towards Qing Meng, “No, all three guns are hers.”

Qing Meng was still clad in a punk-style jacket over a white T-shirt, and her pale blue hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Leaning against the sofa with her left hand on her shoulder and toying with her phone in her right, she said, “I have a C-level skill called ’Fire at Will’ that can enhance the firepower of all firearms for 20 seconds; another skill enhances my concentration, increasing the accuracy of any attack.”

“Tough girl,” Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, “Then indeed, the guns should be yours.”

He turned his gaze to the three people and introduced his own skills, “Er, my first skill makes my body lighter, a passive skill.” As he spoke, Ke Mingye made the doll lightly jump, shooting up to the ceiling before coming back down.

“Aren’t you afraid of exposing yourself?” Fan Quan grasped the crux, “Since this skill doesn’t have an off button, your weight will always be lower than normal people’s, and with your identity as a regular student… PE tests, genetic screening, many situations could easily…”

“It’s fine, I have a handle on it,” Ke Mingye quickly interrupted him, shifting the topic, “My other skill is rolling out a die.”

As he spoke, he began explaining how bizarre the D-level “Disaster Die” skill was, and the three listened with a mix of belief and skepticism.

Fan Quan was silent for a moment, “Regardless of whether what you’re saying is true, let’s skip this skill and not use it in the instance. Unless our whole team is wiped out and you’re the only one left inside, then you can try it.”

“Okay, I was thinking the same,” Ke Mingye spoke through the doll, then tapped open the gear panel and strapped a newly acquired “Web Shooter” to the doll’s wrist, “Also, I need to show you guys this piece, won from the ’Rewards Wheel’—’Web Shooter’. You all must have seen ’Spider-Man’, right?”

Qing Meng raised an eyebrow, eyeing him sideways, “You managed to get that?”

“Lucky me.”

“Impressive…” Ju Zipi exclaimed, “So that’s why your ID is ’Failed Man’, a tribute to Spider-Man, huh?”

“No wonder you have the confidence to take on the role of drawing the Boss’s aggro, reducing body weight combined with a web shooter, mobility-wise you’re indeed much stronger than us,” Fan Quan commented.

Subsequently, the three introduced their skills in the booth, and Fan Quan elaborated on the attack patterns of the Meiyijia Supermarket instance Boss.

After exchanging information and discussing strategies, the four of them left the booth and gathered in front of the closed-down Meiyijia Supermarket.

Taking advantage of the quiet surroundings, they pressed their palms against the instance panel simultaneously. The moment they made contact with the panel, their figures began to vanish.

When Ke Mingye made the doll open its eyes again, the sight that met his gaze was a supermarket much larger than he had imagined.

From the outside, one could never imagine that the interior of the Meiyijia Supermarket hid such a vast space—it was as if two or three supermarkets of the same size had been folded together. Even the space itself seemed to find its arrangement unreasonable, subtly distorting as if it were a twisting mirage.

Old light bulbs embedded in the ceiling flickered intermittently, casting a cold light from above that illuminated the desolate scene within the supermarket: ATM machines embedded in the walls, supermarket shelves toppled chaotically, shopping carts broken into pieces, and the floors, walls, and shelves were splashed with dazzling, dripping blood.

At that moment, one could see a huge hole in a corner of the supermarket’s depths. Looking inside, it was pitch black, with no human figures visible.

A rumbling noise was coming from the hole, and as the four people looked toward it, they could vaguely make out a huge, swollen silhouette emerging from within.

The next moment, a strange smell, somewhere between blood and tobacco, hit their nostrils as the massive shadow roared out of the hole like a long-dormant porcupine.

What appeared in the eyes of the four people was a gigantic zombie, four meters tall, with skin a mix of pale and dark green, so decayed that exposed sores leaked pus that dribbled down and evaporated into white gas as it hit the ground.

It wore a chef’s tall hat and a white robe, using a pig’s trotter as a “belt” to tie four horrifically disfigured “self-detonating zombies” around its waist, treating these little creatures as hand grenades.

[Instance Boss Name: Zombie Chef]

[Instance Boss Level: Lv3]

[Instance Boss Description: The Zombie Chef never uses kitchen utensils; instead, it has a special cooking method. It lifts both its prey and self-detonating zombies, allowing the latter to explode its prey into a charred mess before joyfully chewing the remains.]

[Instance Boss Kill Rewards: Experience Points, Rare Items, Mall Coins, Unknown Rewards (additional rewards distribution based on players’ overall performance during the battle, with players contributing more getting richer rewards)]

Ke Mingye directed the puppet to the front, took a deep breath, and slightly lowered his right hand, ready to release the spiderweb shooter at any moment;

Qing Meng lifted her gaze, her pale blue ponytail swaying in the approaching turbulent air, each of her hands gripping a dark pistol, aiming at its waist;

Fan Quan lowered his gaze, flipping through the Bible in his hands. Three pages tore out automatically without a breeze, transforming into three little paper figures that hopped onto his shoulder;

Ju Zipi slightly bent forward, extending his right hand, and a long sword formed from gathering water slowly appeared, waving rhythmically like a wave.

[Total number of players participating in this instance: 4]

[Damage Percentage Leaderboard is as follows.]

[NO.1 — Failed Man: Damage percentage 0%]

[NO.2 — Fan Quan: Damage percentage 0%]

[NO.3 — Good Ju Zipi: Damage percentage 0%]

[NO.4 — Indistinct Dream: Damage percentage 0%]

[The instance battle officially begins, please defeat the instance’s Boss by any means necessary.]