Superman Termination Manual

Before Fan Quan could react, a girl wearing a brown hoodie with a distinct, crisp air about her entered his field of vision. She wore her hood up, her hair strands falling over her shoulders.

[Name: Bai Qiuwu]

[Strength: A-level (Possessing top-tier combat power far surpassing 90% of superhumans in the world)]

[Hidden Identity: Divine Communicator · Black Wukong (Holder of one of the twenty-seven pathways to communicate with the divine, the "Sun Wukong" pathway)]

"It's really true, Divine Communicator Black Wukong and Magical Girl Ash are family..."

As Fan Quan thought this, he bowed his head and twisted open the orange juice bottle cap, using it as a cover to observe.

"But why is it so strange? The four people I've seen so far basically all have A-level strength. Could this whole family be such characters... It's truly absurd. If Spider Man's real form is truly in this family, how has he managed to live until now and secretly contact us without his family knowing?"

"Is he really a player?"

"Or did I... make a mistake in my judgment, and Spider Man isn't in this monstrous family at all?"

A chill spread from his spine, spreading to every inch of his skin, and his pores clenched shut.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart was filled with deep confusion and vacuity. He took deep breaths, feeling the evening air becoming stickier, like gel.

It was like a dense and hopeless black tide surging over him.

The glue-like air was nearly flowing into his nostrils and through his lips into his parched throat, filling every corner of his body, almost mummifying him right there.

An instinct from his rationality kept reminding him, "You should leave now, you should get out, quickly, don't look back... "

Cold sweat continually streamed down his back, and his temples were soaked with sweat, making the Lustig's Hat on his head feel all the heavier at this moment.

But Fan Quan just lowered his hat brim, took a deep breath, and did his best to suppress the fear in his heart.

He expressionlessly sipped his orange juice.

The cool liquid crossed his tongue, flowed down his throat, and fanned out towards his organs. One by one, his agitated nerves gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Fan Quan had made up his mind.

The truth was right in front of him. Spider Man could very likely be among these people... If he backed down here, he would only lose his grip on the truth.

After steadying his breathing with great effort, he raised his eyes and continued to observe the group of people walking past the end of the street from the corner of his eye.

Behind the hoodie-clad girl was a handsome young man with a casual demeanor.

He had shoulder-length black hair and wore a black sweater with a cross necklace hanging on his chest.

Dressed like that on a hot night was insane, but his appearance and demeanor were too outstanding and unique, like a beautiful sculpture fitting for the front of a church.

Every line on the young man's face was perfectly placed, as if he were a work of God. Yet, his eyes and brows held a disdain and frivolity for all doctrines, giving off the vibes of a Jesus who would stick out his tongue on the cross, unconsciously making one ignore his out-of-season bizarre attire.

[Name: Ke Yinzhi]

[Strength: A++ level (Surpassing 99% of superhumans, at the pinnacle of world combat power)]

[Hidden Identity: Black Judge (A figurehead of the Anomaly Control Bureau, one of the five S-tier agents)]

"Black Judge... the agent of the Management Bureau who recently massacred two players in the United States. He really is Qing Ya's son, no wonder they share the last name."

He adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and lowered his orange juice.

At this moment, his suspicions were confirmed.

Just then, the level of shock in Fan Quan's mind was comparable to when he took the "Ice Bucket Challenge": he closed his eyes, someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head... He shuddered for a whole ten seconds, thinking he had made it through, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the bucket was filled not with ice water, but rather a mix of urine and feces.

"What exactly is the background of this family... Could it be that among these nine people, a full seven are superhumans, no, plus Qing Ya, that makes eight."

"So, within this family, could it be that only the wife is a regular person?"

Fan Quan pondered in surprise, a slight twitch caressing his facial muscles.

Even someone as calm as he was found his thoughts slipping into disarray at that moment...

At this instant, despite his strict orders against the three paper figurines in his sleeve speaking, they were still hopping on his wrist, trying to catch his attention.

"Run, run, run..."

The paper figurines spoke simultaneously in three different languages, like the sincere and fearful whispers of children.

But before Fan Quan could react, his thoughts were thoroughly disrupted the next second.

A handsome young man in a white shirt entered his line of sight, and almost as soon as Fan Quan spotted him, the young man shifted his gaze, meeting his periphery.

The young man's gaze was unmasked, staring at him frankly, devoid of any emotion.

Like a seasoned hunter examining his prey.

[Name: Ke Xiaomo]

[Strength: A+ level (surpassing the pinnacle combat power of 95% of superhumans)]

[Hidden Identity: The grand disciple of the 27th sect master of the Ninja Sect— "Mo."]

Although they were half a street apart, Fan Quan and Ke Xiaomo's eyes met for that instant.

"I've been discovered... Ninja, are there really still ninjas in this world? No wonder he noticed me observing him at first glance, looks like I must leave."

Fan Quan's pupils slightly constricted, and he leisurely swallowed a mouthful of orange juice, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He knew he had to leave.

Every cell in his body almost screamed in despair, and the three paper figurines on his wrist also bounced crazily on his arteries as if mad...

Yet, he chose to linger for that one extra second.

It was during that final second that he caught sight of a boy wearing a white T-shirt in his field of vision.

In the moonlight, the boy's face was indifferent, his eyes downturned looking at his phone screen.

Meanwhile, unlike the six people walking ahead of him, there wasn't a bright information panel appearing above the boy's head.

This meant he was not a superhuman.

Instead, a regular human, or else...

— a Player.

At that moment, the boy also looked up at Ke Xiaomo, then followed Ke Xiaomo's gaze to the vending machine over here, meeting Fan Quan's eyes.

Fan Quan stood in front of the vending machine, turning his head to gaze at the boy's face and those bright, clear eyes.

Simultaneously, in that brief second, he used telekinesis to tap on the communication list icon in the upper right corner of his vision, entered a discussion group, and used the "Add Friend" function on a player named "Failed Man"...

According to the system's rules, only when two players meet face-to-face and make eye contact can they send a "Friend Request" to each other.

This means if the boy in front of him was a player, at the same time as Fan Quan sends the friend request, a notification panel saying "Friend Request Sent Successfully" would pop up;

If not... then a crimson panel would appear in front of him, with the words—"You are too far from each other, friend request failed to send."

Next second, a panel with a fluorescent green background also popped up in front of Fan Quan.

[Ding, you have successfully sent a friend request to the player with the ID name "Failed Man."]

[Awaiting the other party's response...]