Superman Termination Manual

As dusk fell, the rain poured down in sheets.

Summer cicadas chirped wildly as the breeze carried rain through the streets and alleys. Looking through the swaying branches, the sky slowly darkened. Beneath the gloomy blue canopy, a train rumbled across the distant overpass.

In a room so dark you couldn't see your own hand in front of you, fine raindrops pattered against the window, the curtains fluttering with a rustling sound.

Ke Mingye slowly rose to his feet, closing the window as he typed a message in the chat panel.

After sending a message to Fan Quan, he sat on the bed with his legs crossed, scrolling through the Superhero Forum on his phone while waiting for a reply.

It must be said, some hidden sections of the Superhero Forum were a real freak show, like some frustrated heroes blatantly posting to seek mates and pursue breeding among Superhumans; they detailed their desires before posting, some wanting mutants, others Superpower Users.

Perhaps with their superhumanly enhanced physical fitness, ordinary humans could no longer satisfy their needs, so they turned to other superheroes for their sexual urges.

This was just like the Olympics, where they always have to hand out so many condoms to the athletes.

Ke Mingye blushed as he read, especially when he saw several older female heroes in the female heroes' section discussing the recent rising star superheroes. When it came to the blue owl, they unanimously said, "I hope he talks as much in bed."

He shook his head, thinking to himself that as a minor, he felt like he was being sexually harassed. Could they not be so blunt?

Just as he was thinking this, the ping of a message notification unexpectedly rang out.

Hearing this sound, Ke Mingye raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that it had been a while since he had last heard the chat group's notification sound. Ever since Gastella, that rotten apple, had joined the group, the other players fell silent. For half a month, the chat group had been nothing but Gastella entertaining herself with what seemed like threatening pranks.

No one paid her any attention because everyone knew what she was up to.

Now, Ke Mingye looked up to see a red bubble pop up from the local players' chat group icon.

He raised his finger and popped the bubble, and the chat panel sprang open.

[Paranoid: Hehe, I heard that Gastella's beaten the bucket, so… shouldn't Lord Paranoid return to Huanjing's grand stage?]

[Ambiguous Dream: Damn, why didn't you die with Gastella?]

[Paranoid: Because Lord Paranoid is a god.]

[Failed Man: Speaking of which, where did you hide all this time?]

[Paranoid: Heaven tasks those who are to perform great deeds first by toughening their muscles and bones. Lord Paranoid has been in hermitage to eradicate Superhumans, working as a network manager for a while, playing Fearless Contract during that time.]

[Paranoid: I think I could switch bodies with Qing Meng right now. My shooting skills are definitely way cooler than hers, such skills are wasted on her.]

[Ambiguous Dream: Screw off, the god of shooting skills.]

[Paranoid: At this moment, I can't help but quote the classic line from the network manager: "Take a year off, and then come back"... Ah, I might just be... the superhuman version of Ye Xiu.]

[Failed Man: Don't be a King of Glory in the internet café for real, you'd lose your life in a year and directly jump into the 2D world, right?]

[Paranoid: No more talk, Lord Paranoid's hands are itching. When can I have a one-on-one with Qing Ya?]

[Failed Man: Maybe June next year. If you really can't wait, why don't you wear my battle suit and pretend to be blue owl for a bit? Dueling with Timekeeper, I reckon, could be a tad more challenging than with Qing Ya.]

[Paranoid: Hehe, Lord Paranoid is a villain, and villains have a tender spot for each other... As for Timekeeper, let's let him reluctantly become Lord Paranoid's underling when the time comes. But Qing Ya is Lord Paranoid's match—it's not his turn yet.]

[Failed Man: Then you're truly invincible.]

[Cai Bing: I'm curious if there's a lazy dog out there who spends all day in internet cafes, too lazy even to do their daily tasks.]

[Paranoid: How could that be... Lord Paranoid's self-discipline is clear for all to see... well, maybe except for running.]

[Paranoid: Start a game, then do a couple of push-ups while the game is loading. That way, I can still rack up a hundred push-ups in a day.]

[Cai Bing: Maybe you should just go die. You've got only two daily tasks and you still miss one, I reckon players would relax more without you.]

[Paranoid: That's... discrimination and prejudice. Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty on the west, a year later, Lord Paranoid will... alone put an end to Superhumans, sweeping away all prejudice.] Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

[Failed Man: @Ju Zipi, yo yo yo, is the Cowherd bro still alive?]

[Ju Zipi: Just finished off a Superhuman, covered in blood, changing clothes now.]

[Failed Man: Lao Ju, you must be the only real dedicated player in the group, huh? Look at everyone else, one's working customer service, one's a network manager, another's gone punk.]

[Ju Zipi: Speaking of which, Gastella's dead, right? Why is her name still on the chat group list?]

[Failed Man: Dead. She was asking for it when she came looking for a battle with my family, got utterly destroyed in a fight, and I finished her off.]

[Ju Zipi: Now you've turned into a player with a red name, the system's announcement says there are rewards for killing you. You won't be mobbed by other players, will you?]

[Failed Man: I've been thinking about that.]

[Cai Bing: Nice, in a few days let's team up and take down Spider Man. Burst some equipment to play around with.]