Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 615: Chapter 289 Family Major Event Three: Witch’s Night (Four)_3

From the shrinking gap, she saw a terrifying scene—more than a dozen top-tier test machines were frozen into huge blocks of ice, and then, like a collapsing snow mountain, they slowly slid towards the metallic floor…

At this moment, the metal door completely closed overhead, the deafening roar isolated behind the door.

Qili lowered her cowboy hat with her hand, a faint light flickering in her eyes.

She thought to herself: “Are all the magic girls in Huanjing such monsters?”

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Time swiftly passes, it’s October 31, 2028, the day rumored to be the “Witch’s Night.”

At seven o’clock in the morning, at the abandoned train station of Old Jingmai District, Platform 7.

The sky was a blue tint of crab, snow falling, the sun not yet risen, not resembling dawn, more like night.

As usual, Ke Mingye finished his daily task at the train station, then sat on a public wooden bench at the platform with Yuri, conducting the final enhancement before the war starts. In the last six days leading up to Witch’s Night, he had gathered a total of 12 attribute points through daily tasks.

[Spiritual Attribute change: 220 points→232 points (↑12 points)]

Next, he extracted 5 spiritual attribute points from the magic cat “Yuri.”

[Spiritual Attribute change: 232 points→237 points (↑5 points)]

Ke Mingye opened his travel panel, clicked to view the introduction of the “Magic Animal Contract Card”, found the secondary page, and pulled up Yuri’s panel.

[Current cultivation level of the magic animal “Yuri”: Lv3 (maximum Lv10)]

“Let me tell you beforehand, I won’t accompany you to your death, I’ll only help you that much,” Yuri, lying in his arms, licked its paw and said so.

“Thanks… Yuri.”

Ke Mingye raised his hand, gently rubbed its fur, and then slightly raised his right arm. Layers upon layers of Heavenly Silk sprang out from his sleeve like arrows, surrounding him in rings of crimson halos, gently swaying in midair.

“Seems pretty skilled…”

He muttered softly, retracted the Heavenly Silk, opened the card compendium, found the No.4 card [Pac-Man Game], and clicked to use its feature.

[Notice: You have used the ability of the dungeon card sequence NO.4—”Pac-Man Game”, exchanging 10000 Mall Coins for a disposable skill card “Pixel Body”.]

[Current balance of Mall Coins: 85000.]

Shortly after, a tall, slender figure slowly walked towards Platform 7’s entrance.

Seeing this, Ke Mingye closed a series of panels obstructing his view, then placed Yuri on the chair, without lifting his head, recognized his identity just by his Lustig’s Hat attire and black outfit.

“Where are the others?” Ke Mingye asked.

Fan Quan, who was walking over, replied, “Everyone else has left, except for ‘Paranoia’, whom I can’t contact right now.”

“Paranoia? He’s just working in the internet cafe downstairs of my apartment. Can’t you find him there?”

“I went to look for him a few days ago, but the proprietress said he quit. I sent him messages through the panel, but he didn’t reply. I don’t know what he’s thinking.”

Ke Mingye had initially opened Paranoia’s friend chat panel, but after hearing what Fan Quan said, he sighed, silently closed the panel, and said, “Well, never mind him for now.”

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses, silently watched the resting Yuri closed-eyed in his arms, as a panel with its introduction popped up.

“Never thought your pet cat would possess a B-grade combat capability,” he remarked.

“It can also transform into a magic girl.”

“Really?”

“Not really,” said Ke Mingye softly, “Its main use is to copy special abilities, which might come in handy in a few months against the Timekeeper, although… the Timekeeper might arrive faster than that.”

“You’re already thinking about the Timekeeper?”

“We will have to deal with the Timekeeper sooner or later… He might be the most dangerous time-related superhuman in the world.”

“That’s true.”

“Right, I had it copy Qing Ya’s powers earlier, which should come in handy in a bit.”

Ke Mingye said nonchalantly.

As the two spoke, the dim sky of early morning suddenly erupted with a deafening roar.

Passersby looked up, only to see a ripple of blood-red magic power spreading from the slightly blue firmament, like a storm tearing open the clouds for thousands of miles around, and then under this grand force, falling snow was crushed into dust.

Hearing the noise, Fan Quan raised his head, looking up through the brim of the Lustig’s Hat at the slowly unfolding pattern of Babel Tower in the sky.

He whispered, “It looks like… the Night of the Witches has arrived.”

“Exactly…” Ke Mingye also looked up, staring intently at the Babel Tower, “It has arrived.”

“I better hurry and leave then, here is what you wanted. Yell for me through the panel when you need to release a skill, and I’ll activate it for you as soon as I receive the message.”

As Fan Quan spoke, he raised his right hand from which jumped a glum paper figure from the sleeve of his black coat.

Ke Mingye lowered his gaze, raised his palm to catch the paper figure, closed his fingers, and held it in his palm. Listening to the paper figure murmuring “Id,” “Ego,” “Superego,” Ke Mingye quickly confirmed that this was the “Freud” he wanted.

“Thanks, cultured man,” he said softly.

“There’s nothing to thank for, just don’t die.”

Fan Quan said calmly, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a dungeon card for instance number 7, slicing through the air.

Shortly afterwards, the roaring of the ghost train reached his ears, and Ke Mingye looked up to see the train thundering out of a pitch-black tunnel and stopping on the tracks.

At this moment, the brightly lit train emitted a warm orange glow.

With the roaring of the engine below, Fan Quan stepped onto the steel gangway first, entering the carriage bathed in orange light and then looked back at Ke Mingye.

“Aren’t you really leaving? There’s still time to get on the train.”

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses, looked down at the bible, and asked at a leisurely pace.

Ke Mingye remained silent, not responding to Fan Quan.

He looked up at the sky.

In the blood-red sky, a huge crack slowly opened, followed by a huge rectangular platform slowly emerging. Its appearance was like a “stage”, dark, dreary, with ghostly lights dancing upon it, rotating, alternating, illuminating every corner of the stage.

This stage, large enough to cover half the sky like an alien spacecraft, currently had at the center a gigantic human statue—Ke Mingye recognized the face carved above it, it was the legendary witch “Envy,” and if he was correct, this stage was the legendary “Night of the Witches.”

Through the exceptional vision of a superhuman, Ke Mingye could also see four figures standing at the edge of the stage named “Night of the Witches.”

He stared down at the witches who were high above, their figures reflected in his pupils.

With his lips barely moving, he spoke quietly to Fan Quan:

“Sorry… cultured man, I can’t leave.”

“Why?”

“There’s someone waiting for me…”

Ke Mingye murmured to himself.

Amidst the rumbling of the engine, Fan Quan looked up, surveying Ke Mingye’s profile silently through the steam surge. Ke Mingye’s face was expressionless, but it seemed from his eyes that besides the stage of the Night of the Witches, he could see nothing else.

“Is that so… then take care of yourself.”

Apparently knowing that he couldn’t persuade the man in front of him, Fan Quan dropped the remark and did not look back again.

He moved into the depths of the carriage, spoke briefly with the conductor, and then with a burst of steam erupting from various gaps in the train, the doors of the carriages slowly closed. Before long, the ghost train departed with a thunderous rumble.