Superman's End Manual

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard a faint voice behind him.

"You can still live... in the last two seconds."

Haldon whirled around, frowning as he stared at the head lying on the ground. A sinister smile hung on the face.

"Are you talking about yourself? Your body is still hanging from the ceiling."

Hardon coldly mocked.

"Do you think it's possible that I deliberately hung it up there?" the strange thing laughed.

Just then, a faint sound came from the ceiling of the theater, like the sound of a train engine.

[20 seconds have passed. Due to the effect of the Calamity Dice, a green train traveling at full speed is about to pass across the ceiling of the theater.]

"train?"

Harbin looked up in a daze and saw a hole suddenly appear in the far right corner of the theater ceiling, from which a huge green train roared and rushed out.

It's as if the ceiling of the movie theater is being used as a railway track, suspended upside down and speeding forward, with the rolling wheels crushing the ceiling along the way.

The deafening roar of the engines almost drowned out the sounds of the entire world, nearly piercing Harbin's eardrums.

In that mere 0.1 seconds, the headless body of the strange creature, still stuck to the ceiling by spiderwebs, used an E-rank skill on Haldon:

— “Phase Shift”.

Phase Shift (Rank E Skill) (Select a target within an eight-meter radius, and instantly swap positions with the target)

The E-rank skill he purchased after the pirate ship dungeon ended is now putting to good use.

Just as Harton realized something was wrong and was about to slip into the shadows beneath his feet and flee from the movie theater...

His body swapped places with the strange creature's body and suddenly appeared on the ceiling.

Meanwhile, the spider webs on the ceiling stuck his hands tightly, causing his body to dangle from the ceiling.

Like an insect that has fallen into a spider web.

Hardon frantically shook his arms, trying to break free from the deadly spider web.

But it failed.

“If I’m not mistaken, he must stand on the ground to disappear into the shadows,” said Little Red Riding Hood. “Looks like I was right.”

"How can it be……"

Harbin paused for half a second, then slowly raised his head and gazed at the dark green train approaching.

In that instant, his face was illuminated by the train's headlights, his pupils contracted to the size of wheat awns, and a look of fear gradually appeared on his face.

On the floor of the theater, the strange creature raised its empty eyes and grinned.

"Surprise."

As the mocking words fell, the green train that passed through the ceiling completely crushed Harbin's body, turning it into a cloud of blood mist, leaving not even a trace.

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Bathed in the falling blood rain, the strange creature said casually, "Looks like killing monsters above your level isn't so hard after all. That's how our mechanics work."

"Your head's already gone, and you're still spouting nonsense..."

As Little Red Riding Hood spoke softly, she removed the snowflake barrier around her, moved towards it, bent down, lifted its head, and held it in her arms.

She turned her head to look at the strange thing's body—which was now lying quietly on the ground because it had swapped places with Haldon using "phase shift".

The strange thing in the girl's arms said, "Although I hate that damn blue owl who dresses like his father, I don't hate you, Little Red Riding Hood, you are so gentle..."

"Shut up."

Little Red Riding Hood covered its mouth as she spoke, then walked to the headless body, lifted the body's arm, and pressed down the web-shooter on its wrist.

Immediately afterwards, the front opening of the web-shooter fired out a highly sticky web, which stuck to the monster's chin.

Then, Little Red Riding Hood picked up its head and slowly attached it to the neck of the headless body.

The spider web acted as an adhesive, causing the monster's head and body to reunite once again.

"Oh, I feel much better."

The strange thing muttered to itself, got up from the ground, twisted its stiff head, and grinned at Little Red Riding Hood.

"Thank you so much, Miss Little Red Riding Hood. I look forward to working with you again next time."

"You're welcome," said Little Red Riding Hood.

Hearing the commotion coming from the audience aisle, the strange creature turned its gaze to the outside of the theater, where the battle between Black Wukong and the illusionist Van Gogh seemed to be nearing its end.

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Chapter 112 Major Event 1: The Dragon Ninja War (Part 6)

Three minutes ago, on the fifth floor of MixC Mall, inside a cinema, in a restroom.

"Are you coming?"

Bai Qiuwu heard a faint commotion coming from the audience passage, so she covered her hair with the hood of her long metal trench coat and quickly put on a monkey mask.

He then held the golden cudgel diagonally behind him, slowly raised his eyes, and dark golden flames ignited in his pupils.

She stepped out of the restroom and walked forward along the edge of the audience aisle.

However, just as he took two steps forward, a tall, thin figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a demon mask appeared from around the corner ahead.

Van Gogh, holding a flute between his index and middle fingers, stopped at the end of the narrow passageway, exuding an aura of ill intent.

“Black Wukong,” he said. “I never expected to run into someone like him. It seems the day the sect leader chose isn’t very auspicious.”

Black Wukong took his phone out of the pocket of his metal trench coat, quickly typed on the memo, and then raised the screen.

"who are you?"

Van Gogh replied, "Who I am is not important, but I cannot allow you to approach this theater."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left index, middle, and ring fingers to press the three holes at the front of the flute, while his thumb supported the bottom of the flute. The fingering of his right hand was the same as his left, with his palm facing up, his thumb placed in the center of the back of the flute as a fulcrum, and the other four fingers responsible for pressing the holes at the back.

Black Wukong charged forward, like a silver and black lightning bolt, carving a dark golden groove into the ground with the end of his golden cudgel.

But at this moment, Van Gogh aligned the mouthpiece of the flute with his lower lip, and then tilted the flute slightly so that the mouthpiece touched his upper lip.

He gently pressed his fingertips against the different holes and began to play softly.

As the flute music began, Black Wukong swung his golden cudgel diagonally upwards, the powerful force sparking in the air and creating a sharp gust of wind, the tip of the cudgel aimed directly at Van Gogh's chest.

The next instant, she only struck a vague phantom, which turned into a wisp of dust and vanished.

Amidst the melodious flute music, Black Wukong held his staff at an angle behind him, stood at attention, turned his head to look around, and tried to use his fiery eyes to locate Van Gogh.

However, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, as if we had suddenly entered another world.

She saw herself standing on the top of a skyscraper, walking on a rope bridge-like structure.

Black Wukong paused for a second, trying his best to maintain his balance on that thin rope, and looked up towards the other side.

But at that moment, the rope beneath her feet snapped, and she plummeted downwards, her long black hair and hood billowing upwards, the howling wind making her fair face sting slightly.

No matter how she called for the somersault cloud, it was nowhere to be seen. She could only watch the asphalt road in her pupils getting closer and closer.

But in the last moment, just before she was about to fall to the ground, she suddenly disappeared.

When Black Wukong opened his eyes again, he looked around and found himself standing on the edge of the top of the volcano.

She walked forward along the narrow path, looking down at the volcano that was about to erupt. The smoke rose into the sky like a demon spreading its wings, turning the world into a leaden gray.

The rock surface cracked and gradually turned a reddish-gold color, as if a giant serpent that had been sleeping underground for millions of years was awakening and writhing at the bottom of the volcano.

A deafening roar came from inside the volcano, and the magma flowed like the Yangtze River, instantly transforming into a crimson-gold pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky, roaring and tearing open the dark world.

Black Goku's figure was engulfed by the flame pillar, leaving him nowhere to hide. She held her golden cudgel horizontally in front of her, raised her right arm to protect her face, and squinted her eyes.

When she came to her senses, she found herself in a snowy, icy landscape.

Looking around blankly, I saw my legs buried deep in the snow below my knees as I struggled forward, feeling as if I was about to be swallowed up by the snowdrifts.

She took off the monkey mask and exhaled large gulps of white breath.

Turning my head, I looked at the deep mountains and wilderness shrouded in snow. The pine forest on the mountainside resembled a vast white sea, its leaves rustling gently in the wind.

Black Wukong stood in the snowfield, staring blankly at the vast white world. But in the next instant, the snow mountain collapsed, and her figure was swallowed by the avalanche.

She gasped for breath, looked up, and found herself back in the dimly lit audience aisle.

The projectile that came flying at her tore through her long metal trench coat, ripped a corner off her monkey mask, and left a bloody mark on her fair face.

At the same time, Van Gogh once again grasped the flute with both hands and began to play.

Before Bai Qiuwu could recover, she was suddenly plunged into a hallucination, as if she had entered the same cycle, with the surrounding environment shifting between cities, volcanoes, and snowfields.

Finally, she closed her eyes on the summit of that snow-capped mountain and entered the hall of consciousness in her mind.

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a pitch-black space, like a giant prison. In the shadows opposite the iron fence lurked the first, eerie figure.

Yellow hair and a golden headband, golden eyes and fiery pupils, a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks.