Superman's End Manual

"You want to challenge my old man to a duel?"

"Correct."

"Wow, this idiot is absolutely amazing!" Ke Mingye exclaimed.

Everyone's trying to avoid the terrifying crow-men, and now there's this extreme combat maniac chasing after the blue crow and hacking at it. It's like the system is just making things harder for other players.

“In short, if he gets caught by the Raven, it will be a devastating blow to our operational efficiency,” Anti-Dog said. “You know, there are previous examples where when they find a player, they don’t kill him, but rather control him and use him to find the rest of us, which makes us even more constrained.”

Ke Mingye rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment.

He said, "Then when their ship arrives, how about we arrest this player called 'Paranoia' and lock him up in that abandoned train station on Old Jingmai Street?"

"That's what I think too; we can't let him do anything reckless."

"Let's put this idiot aside for now," Ke Mingye paused, "What exactly are you and that 'Ice Cutter' up to? You have no reason to risk getting dragged into this to help me, right?"

"I think you are important."

The anti-dog picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and answered without hesitation.

"You're quite humorous. I might just die at home tonight," Ke Mingye sighed.

“You’ve made it through a week, which proves you’re capable of surviving in that monster family. If I were in your situation, I’m not sure I could have survived this long.”

"Just lucky," Ke Mingye scratched his nose. "There were a few moments when I felt like I was going to die."

"Regardless, I hope you understand one thing: from now on, we are in a community of shared destiny... If you are exposed, based on the information you have, neither Cai Bing nor I will be spared."

Fan Quan put down his cup on the table, looked up and stared directly at him, his gaze behind his glasses calm and clear.

Ke Mingye lowered his head, fiddling with a spare phone, and muttered something.

"Then you really chose the wrong path. From the moment you learned who I am, you should have distanced yourself from me."

"Fortune favors the bold, there's nothing more to say about it," Anti-Dog said. "It's absurd to think that superhumans could be wiped out within a year. If we don't take a gamble on you, the chances will only be slimmer."

"Alright then, shouldn't we talk about our trip to Tokyo later? Why did you suddenly decide to go to Tokyo?"

"I'm going to Tokyo to meet someone."

"What character?"

"You can see him if you open the leaderboard. He's third on the kill leaderboard, and his ID is 'Number One Gigolo'."

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Are you familiar with the 'Anti-Superhuman Organization'?

"I know," Ke Mingye nodded.

He had read about "anti-superhuman organizations" in the textbooks of his superhuman class. They were basically about a group of radicals in the world who wanted superhumans to be completely isolated from society so that humanity could achieve true peace and tranquility.

This group then formed a secret organization and carried out some extreme actions against superhumans in the shadows.

Previously, these anti-superhuman organizations only maliciously slandered superheroes online, used various binary opposition topics on social media to sow discord between ordinary people and superhumans, and encouraged people to launch "boycott superhuman" marches in the streets.

After being arrested so many times, things gradually calmed down.

The authorities initially thought these people would behave themselves, but unexpectedly, a few months later, their methods became even more ruthless, from kidnapping superhuman children to hunting down superheroes and torturing superhuman civilians in their units...

Their heinous acts are outrageous.

Furthermore, the vast majority of these anti-superhuman organizations are ordinary people, but they have developed a number of power inhibitors, gene inhibitors and the like to target superhumans and mutants. They first set a trap, and once they take the bait, they inject the inhibitors into their bodies and then use powerful firearms to kill them.

The dark web contains numerous videos uploaded by anti-superhuman groups, some of which depict the gruesome deaths of superheroes.

"The player with the ID 'Top Host' is part of an anti-superhuman organization called 'Tengu Front'."

The anti-dog continued speaking.

“Their base is located in Kabukicho, Tokyo, disguised as a host bar called ‘Kurotengu.’ In other words, everyone in their organization is ostensibly a host.”

Ke Mingye was greatly shocked upon hearing this. He had originally thought that the ID 'Number One Male Host' was just a joke, but he didn't expect that guy to be serious about it?

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked timidly, "So you're saying that all the members of this anti-superhuman organization are male prostitutes?"

“It’s not as exaggerated as you think,” Anti-Dog said slowly. “The job of a male escort is to drink with some rich women and provide emotional support. It’s very common and legal in Japan.”

Ke Mingye cracked open a peanut on the table, popped it into his mouth, and asked, "Alright, the Japanese really know how to play games. So what are you planning to do?"

Anti-Dog closed the book and explained, "I want to use that player called 'Number One Gigolo' to make contact with this anti-superhuman organization."

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Chapter 82 The Failed Man's Tokyo Day Trip

"So... even cultured people want to be gigolos?"

Ke Mingye looked up with a sigh and stared at the anti-dog.

"As expected of you, you didn't listen to a word I said. It's like talking to a brick wall."

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses and sighed softly.

He continued, "Don't talk about whether you want to or not. Even if you do, it's not a big deal. Don't be too rigid. Unless you're too charming and some rich women are willing to pay a lot of money to buy your virginity, becoming a gigolo won't cause you any trouble."

Ke Mingye said seriously, "Really? Why don't we give up and find a rich woman in a male escort bar to support us for a year, and then find a nice place to die?"

Fan Quan sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Enough nonsense, are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

Is it really necessary?

"Of course, it would be a good thing to establish a cooperative relationship with the anti-superhuman organization. Our interests are aligned with theirs, and our goal is to eliminate superhumans."

Anti-Dog paused for a moment: "Moreover, there are different anti-superhuman organizations scattered around the world. Through the 'Tengu Front,' we can gradually make contact with other anti-superhuman organizations. This is equivalent to having an intelligence source all over the world, and we can treat them as reinforcements when needed."

“Hey, intellectual, stop making empty promises,” Ke Mingye interrupted him. “Compared to all that, are you sure they won’t see us as ‘superhumans’? After all, in a sense, we are, to some extent, superhumans, aren’t we?”

Anti-Dog took a sip of water and said calmly, "Believe me, they'd love to see a group of like-minded 'players' join the organization. That player called 'Number One Host' is a prime example."

He paused, then continued, "Most importantly, by joining the anti-superhuman organization, we can legitimately rack up kills. If we follow them, even if we kill superhumans, the authorities will blame the anti-superhuman organization and won't even associate it with the word 'player.' So we're very safe blending in..."

Ke Mingye remained silent for a moment.

His thoughts were torn between protecting his chastity and his mission to exterminate superhumans, but in the end he chose chastity.

So he waved his hand and said, "Master, why don't you go yourselves? I think that guy with the ID 'Orange Peel' has fair skin and a beautiful face. He's perfect for being a gigolo. Maybe he'll become the top gigolo the next day?"

Anti-Dog remained calm and said in a low voice, "Putting aside the fact that there's unlikely to be such a time, if there really is an occasion where we need to pretend to be a male escort, we'll sell the orange peels, how about that?"

"That makes sense. Our lives are more important than our teammates' chastity. Let's fight."

Ke Mingye met his gaze and reached a consensus.

Seeing that the other party had finally agreed, Fan Quan breathed a sigh of relief: "I arranged to meet Orange Peel and the others at noon. They will be here in ten minutes, and then we will go to the train station together."

Ke Mingye shrugged: "Just consider it a trip, but my doll can only exist for three hours, just so you know."

“Three hours is enough,” Anti-Dog said bluntly. “Actually, we called you here just so you could be our bodyguard for a while. Leave the other conversations to me.”

Ke Mingye fiddled with his phone and nodded. "I see. I'll just tie you up in a spider web and let them tear you to pieces."

"It seems I need to reconsider whether or not I should take you to Tokyo."

Half an hour later, in the old Jingmai neighborhood, at the abandoned train station.

Ke Mingye, Fan Quan, Ju Zipi, and Qing Meng held the loot card "Crazy Train Conductor" in their hands. Soon, accompanied by the rumble of an engine, the old train roared out of the tunnel, stirring up a scorching wind that ruffled the hair on the four of them and messed up their hairstyles.

Then, the train slowly came to a stop in the tunnel, and after exhaling its last breath of stale air from the exhaust pipe, it went silent.

Seeing that the three people beside him did not move, Ke Mingye was the first to step onto the platform. As soon as he stepped on it, a panel popped up at the entrance of carriage number 7.

The text above reads: "Please present the loot card of sequence number 007 - 'Crazy Train Conductor'. You may board the train only after presenting the card."

Immediately afterwards, a floating card reader popped out of the air, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, picked up the card in his hand, and casually swiped it in the card slot. The panel blocking the entrance disappeared, and he boarded the carriage.

Upon seeing this, the three people behind him also swiped their cards and boarded the carriage one after another.

"It's similar to swiping a card on the high-speed rail, but I used to swipe my student ID," said Orange Peel, who was the last to board the train.

Before the words were even finished, the entire train, like a wild beast frozen beneath the ice, was slowly and methodically thawing, with every muscle and even every cell in its body thawing.

The floor of carriage number seven trembled slightly, and the four quickly found a foothold. Moments later, the train roared off and shot onto the tracks.

The dim yellow light from the tunnel wall lamps illuminated the faces of the four people.

They sat on the right side of carriage number seven, quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

Each wall lamp can only illuminate a small section of the track, and it is pitch black between two lamps. The train speeds through the tunnel in this alternating light and dark, and the faces of the passengers also change from light to dark.

As if they had forgotten about time and the chaotic world, they sat in the carriage in a daze.

"This thing is amazing!" Ke Mingye said. "Can it really take us to Tokyo?"

"This is a system setting, it should work, right?" Orange Peel was also in a daze.

Qingmeng turned her head to the side and said, "I'm starting to wonder what the card effects are in the other dungeons. Are they as awesome as 'Crazy Train Conductor'?"

As they were talking, a train conductor with a ghostly fire burning in his eyes walked over, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the carriage.

"I go!"