Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 99 – 081: Man’s Failed One-Day Tour of Tokyo
“So even cultured folks dream of becoming a gigolo, huh?”

Ke Mingye looked up meaningfully and stared at Fan Quan as he spoke.

“Typical of you, I bet you didn’t listen to a word I said, just like playing the lute to a cow.”

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses slightly and sighed softly.

He continued, “Let’s not even talk about whether one wants to or not, even if you do, it’s no big deal. Don’t box yourself in too much, unless you’re too charming and some wealthy woman decides to keep you as her sugar baby, spending a fortune to buy your chastity, otherwise being a gigolo won’t cause much trouble.”

Ke Mingye said seriously, “Really? Maybe we should stop trying so hard. Let’s find a wealthy woman to maintain us for a year in the gigolo bar and then find a nice place to die.”

Fan Quan sighed with his hand on his forehead, “Less nonsense, are you sure you won’t go with me?”

“Is it really necessary?”

“Of course, it would be great if we could establish a cooperative relationship with the Anti-Superhuman Organization. Our interests align with theirs, as both of our goals are to exterminate the superhumans.”

Fan Quan paused, “Moreover, there are different branches of the Anti-Superhuman Organization all over the world. Through the ’Tengu Frontline’, we can gradually contact other branches of the organization. It’s like having a source of intelligence all over the world, and when needed, we can treat them as reinforcements.”

“Listen, cultured man, stop daydreaming,” Ke Mingye interrupted him, “More than that, are you sure they won’t consider us ’superhumans’? After all, in some sense, we are also ability users, right?”

Fan Quan took a sip of water and stated calmly, “Trust me, they would be happy to see a group of ’players’ with aligned goals join the group. That ’Top Bull’ player is a prime example.”

He paused, “Most importantly, joining the Anti-Superhuman Organization allows us to legitimately increase our kill count. Following their lead, even if we kill a Superhuman, the authorities will blame the Anti-Superhuman Organization and won’t even associate it with the word ’players’. So, we are safe blending in there…”

Ke Mingye was silent for a moment.

His thoughts wavered between guarding his chastity and the mission to exterminate superhumans, but ultimately, he chose chastity.

So he waved his hand and said, “Master, why don’t you go by yourself. I think that Juzipi is tender and good-looking, just perfect for a gigolo. Maybe he’ll become a top earner in a day?”

Fan Quan looked calm and spoke in a low voice, “Despite the unlikelihood of that happening, if we really need to disguise someone as a gigolo, we could sell Juzipi. How about that?”

“Makes sense, the chastity of a teammate is not as important as our lives. Let’s do this.”

Ke Mingye and he locked eyes, reaching an agreement.

Seeing that the other party had finally agreed, Fan Quan sighed with relief, “I scheduled a meeting with Juzipi and the others at noon, they will be here in ten minutes, and then we’ll head to that train station together.”

Ke Mingye shrugged, “Might as well treat it as a trip, but just reminding you, my puppet can only exist for three hours.”

“Three hours is enough,” said Fan Quan bluntly. “Actually, bringing you along is just to have you act as our bodyguard; I’ll handle the other discussions.”

Ke Mingye fiddled with his phone, nodded, and said, “Figured as much. I’ll just tie you up there with a web and let them take you apart.”

“It seems I need to reconsider whether to take you to Tokyo.”

……

Half an hour later, Old Jingmai District, abandoned train station.

Ke Mingye, Fan Quan, Juzipi, and Qing Meng, each holding the trophy card “Crazy Train Conductor”, soon, along with a roaring engine noise, the old train charged out from the tunnel, stirring up a hot breeze, fluttering the bangs of the four, and messing up their hair.

Then, the train slowly stopped on the tunnel track, and after expelling its last breath from the exhaust pipe, it became still.

Seeing that none of the three beside him moved, Ke Mingye was the first to step on the footboard, and as he put his foot on it, a panel popped out at the entrance of car number 7.

The top read: [Please present Trophy Card NO.007 – ’Crazy Train Conductor’. Only after presenting the card can you board the train.]

Immediately following, a hovering card slot appeared in the air, flickering in and out of visibility.

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, picked up his card, casually swiped it through the slot, and following that, the panel blocking the entrance vanished, allowing him to board the car smoothly.

The three others behind him saw this and followed suit, boarding one after another.

“Almost like swiping a high-speed train card, though I used to swipe my student ID,” Juzipi noted as he was the last to get on the train.

No sooner had he spoken than the entire train, like a beast encased in ice, began to slowly and orderly unfreeze every muscle and cell.

The floor of car number 7 trembled slightly, causing all four to hurriedly find something to hold. Moments later, the train burst forward with the roaring of its engine and entered the tracks.

The dim tunnel lights shone on their faces.

They sat in the right-side seats of car number 7, quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

Each wall lamp could illuminate only a short section of the tracks, and between two lamps, one could hardly see their own hand. The train sped through the tunnel in alternating darkness and light, causing the passengers’ faces to flicker in and out of shadow.

It was as if they had forgotten the time, lost in the complexities of the world, sitting in the carriage in a daze.

“This thing really is magical,” Ke Mingye said, “Can it actually take us to Tokyo?”

“It’s set up by the system, so it should be able to,” Ju Zipi said vaguely.

Qing Meng, tilting her head, said, “I’m getting curious about what the effects of the other instance cards are. Are they as powerful as ’Crazy Train Conductor’?”

During their talk, a conductor whose eyes burned with a deep ghostly fire approached, his footsteps echoing “tap tap” in the carriage. Find your next adventure on empire

“Oh my god!”

Perhaps because he had been traumatized by a previous instance, Ke Mingye reflexively jumped up from his seat, lowering his right hand towards it, almost slapping it with a cobweb.

But then he pondered that it was unlikely for any minor monsters to appear at such a time and slowly lowered his right hand.

The conductor stopped in the middle of the carriage, hunching over, rubbing his palms together, and asked in an eerie tone, “Please, what is your destination?”

“Japan?” Ke Mingye ventured.

The conductor continued, “Which part of Japan? The train can only stop at a local abandoned train station.”

“Whichever abandoned station is closer to Kabukicho in Tokyo, stop there,” Fan Quan said.

“Then, the train will arrive at the destination in about thirty seconds, stopping at the abandoned station near Tokyo Shiba Park. Please be prepared,” the conductor said.

After speaking, the conductor turned and walked towards the shadows, slowly disappearing from sight.

In the quiet carriage, only the rumbling engine and the alternating dim yellow wall lamps remained.

“Thirty seconds, we can start the countdown now,” Qing Meng said, glancing at her phone.

“No, we’re already here.”

As Ke Mingye spoke, a blazing column of light pierced through the front of the tunnel. The train, like a dark arrow, shot through the intense light and arrived in a brand new world.

Accompanied by the train stopping on the tracks, the four of them quickly disembarked, stepping onto the platform.

In the dark and cramped station, an old sign hung on a pillar, inscribed with “Tokyo Shiba Park Station No. 7 Viewing Window” at the top.

“Just asking, who here understands Japanese, and how will we communicate when we go out?” Ke Mingye asked.

“I do, and I have some yen with me,”

Fan Quan said, clutching a book as he headed towards the stairs leading away from the platform.

“As expected of a cultured person,” Ju Zipi said, arms behind his head.

Fan Quan shook his head. “No, I never learned Japanese in my past life. In my memory, the father of this body lived with me in Japan when I was a kid, so my Japanese is quite good.”

Ke Mingye remembered that Fan Quan had mentioned his father was a smuggler, and therefore he clicked his tongue, “It’s not easy for the original owner of your body to have lived this long.”

Soon, they left the abandoned station through a dark passageway, crossed the fence, and stepped onto the street from beside a warning sign.

The humid air greeted them. Fine droplets beat against the tip of their noses, bringing with them the scent of the sky.

The city was experiencing a light drizzle. In the curtain of rain, the lights of Tokyo shone brightly, and pedestrians in raincoats hurried past on the streets without paying any attention to the four suspicious figures.

Ke Mingye looked up. Beneath the grey sky, a sea of neon halos colored the towering buildings. The nightlife throbbed, electronic billboards visible everywhere.

In the rain, the structure known as the “Tokyo Skytree” stood in the middle of Shiba Park. Its red and white segmented body radiated brilliant white light, its sharp spire pointing towards the dark blue sky, like a giant holding a torch, majestically standing at the center of the world.

“Let’s go, our destination is Kabukicho, not here. We need to take a train to get there,” Fan Quan said.

“Alright, I’m the bodyguard; you call the shots.”

As he spoke, Ke Mingye took out his phone and snapped a photo of the distant Tokyo Tower. His first thought was whether to take a photo and share it in the family WeChat group.

But he soon dismissed the idea.

“Am I an idiot?”

He muttered to himself, put away his phone, and leisurely followed the others.