Superman Termination Manual

After speaking, Nezha took a deep breath, lowered his eyes to look at the Heavenly Silk coiled around his arm, and added softly, “The path I offered you is different from others, it evolves very quickly.”

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow: “So, how long will it take for this path to reach the sixth rank?”

“At most two years, at the very least… it should also take one year.”

“Too long.” Ke Mingye blurted out.

Nezha raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze chilly.

“You really aren’t afraid of death.”

“As you can see, my situation is very complex. If I do nothing for fear of death, then I would indeed die. That’s why I can only be a gambler, high risk, high return, fair and square.”

Pausing, Ke Mingye continued, “I want to see this path reach the sixth rank in one year. You don’t have to worry about whether it will kill me or not, my appetite is definitely bigger than you imagine.”

“If I kill you, it would also be a big problem for me since our lives are currently bound together,” said Nezha.

“Then you just handle it as you see fit. Grant me as much power as my body can withstand. In principle, since you are personally operating, you should be the one to decide the speed of advancement for this path. Others shouldn’t interfere,” said Ke Mingye.

Nezha sat on the windowsill of the classroom, his face sideways, his cheeks enveloped in the afterglow of the sunset, the towering bun in his hair swaying gently with the wind. Cradling the Fire-tipped Spear in his arms, the tip flickered with forlorn flames, creating an illusory red line connecting with the sunset.

“I will consider the circumstances, but you… you’ve been progressing too slowly lately.”

He paused, “While your spiritual power has grown significantly stronger, you have made virtually no progress physically.”

Hearing this, Ke Mingye rolled his eyes. Just like Nezha had said, in the past two months, he had not increased his physical fitness at all, instead, he put all the attribute points he earned into spiritual power, preparing for the arrival of Witches’ Night.

Perhaps for this reason, Nezha couldn’t channel too much power into the path. Consequently, his Divine Communication path had stalled at the end of the second rank for the time being.

He thought, “So it seems that in order to evolve the path, both my physical strength and spiritual power need to rise in sync. In the future, I should strive to become a hexagon warrior and not focus too narrowly on one area.”

Nezha gazed at the distant sunset, his lips slightly parted:

“While I was asleep, I also digested the knowledge and memories in your brain. The world changes so fast…”

Ke Mingye paused for two seconds, pointed at himself, and tested,

“Then you… should know who I am, right?”

“A player.”

When Ke Mingye heard Nezha utter such a word, his heart sank, having previously intended to keep this secret from the deity until he had successfully exterminated the superhumans before revealing the truth. Now, it seemed he had been too naive…

Ke Mingye shrugged his shoulders with an air of indifference, “That’s right, by objective standards, I should be considered a bad guy. You’re not going to stop helping me, are you?”

“You had no choice.”

Ke Mingye fell silent for a moment, “Yeah… I had no choice.”

He lowered his gaze, his mind recalling the faces of Ju Zipi, Qing Meng, and others, “We all had no choice…”

He paused, then looked up at Nezha: “So, if you’re about to lecture me or criticize me with words of morality, I think you might as well spare the effort. I will kill everyone I need to, with none spared.”

Nezha frowned slightly, meeting Ke Mingye’s gaze, who showed not the slightest sign of fear.

“No… You took me away from that broken place; I will naturally reward you. It’s unrelated to good or bad, and it’s unrelated to stands.”

The youth turned his cheek, holding the Fire-tipped Spear, and said carelessly, “Besides… by helping you cause a stir in this world, creating chaos, perhaps those who have left will notice and come back to cross swords with me.”

Towards the end, he let out a barely noticeable sneer. In his laugh was sarcasm and a hint of desolation hard to detect.

Ke Mingye watched Nezha for a while, finding it highly unlikely that the rebellious youth would lie to him or betray him when it mattered.

He said, “Then we’ve reached a consensus, I feel relieved now.”

Nezha did not respond, just quietly watching the city at sunset, as if contemplating how quickly the world was changing.

“I’ll go first…” Ke Mingye said, “Have a good sleep, goodnight.”

After his words fell, Ke Mingye closed his eyes and left the inner world.

By now, Lan Ou had already completed the journey to school for him, and when he opened his eyes at his desk, he found textbooks piled high, a shield to block the teacher’s view, and to make it convenient to play with his phone during class. After all, the exams were always taken by Red Hat; there was nothing for him to worry about.

Ke Mingye rested his head on the desk, opened his personal panel with utter boredom.

From August 24 to October 25, over 61 days, Ke Mingye had completed daily missions and gained a total of 122 attribute points, 50,000 experience points, 30,000 Mall Coins, and a mix of sundry Equipment Cards, as well as the horse and rabbit zodiac cards from the Twelve Zodiac Collection Card Album.

Apart from that, there was the much-anticipated National Team Binding Card—no matter how hard Ke Mingye racked his brains, he couldn’t figure out what this card was for. Surely he couldn’t send the legendary spy Ju Zipi to infiltrate the national team and help them achieve good results in this year’s world competition, right?

Ultimately, he gifted this item to a foreign friend working at a bar, “Top Bull,” as a souvenir.