Superman's End Manual

However, while the Mo Xie family may engage in marketing, they are far more capable and talented than their Japanese counterpart in various aspects. After all, they are the kind of man who, after unleashing their full potential, could hold their own against Ke Yin.

As for the Himekasa Warrior, it's hard to say.

According to the information provided by the top male host, Himekasa's combat strength is C+ level, making him a typical superhero whose reputation far exceeds his actual strength.

Ke Mingye really wanted to say that he had defeated that C+ level ninja Hardon last time, so why should we go to such lengths for a mere C+ level superhero?

But upon closer reflection, if the other party hadn't been careless, even the five of them combined wouldn't have been a match for Haldon.

Although the warriors of the Himekasa have a bad reputation, they pale in comparison to Zeus. After all, Zeus slaughtered an entire superhuman prison during the Paris riots and was only spared official bans thanks to the association's strong protection.

In comparison, the bad deeds committed by the Himekasamurai are really insignificant, but of course, this does not prevent him from becoming a target for players to hunt.

A moment later, Ke Mingye turned off his phone and turned to look out the window.

The scenery reflected in the car window flowed by like a waterfall.

Sometimes you can see the towering buildings around Beijing, sometimes you can see London's Big Ben, and sometimes you can see New York's Empire State Building. The train seems to be traveling in a distorted time and space, making a "clanging" sound.

Ke Mingye's gaze lingered for a second on the scenery of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland.

The famous Pearl Tower, like a transparent crystal ball, is embedded in the heart of Reykjavik. Against a cool-toned sky, it radiates brilliant lights, creating a dazzling and breathtaking spectacle.

Lost in thought, he received a message from the anti-dog.

[Anti-dog: I almost forgot to tell you, you're in trouble.]

[The Failed Man: What's the trouble? You, the cultured one, are sitting in the nearby cubicle. Can't you come over and say something?]

[Anti-Dog: Based on my observation while watching the live stream the night before last, when you put on the Blue Owl suit, your information panel will appear in my eyes.]

[Anti-dog: This is probably a smokescreen set up by the system to prevent other players from disrupting your plans, but there's a risk involved. Other players might mistake you for a superhuman and kill you by mistake.]

[The defeated man: Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?]

[The Failed Man: When I'm not wearing my battle suit, is there a display panel above my head?]

[Anti-dog: No.]

[The Failed Man: How high is the Blue Owl's combat power according to your stats panel?]

[Anti-dog: D-class superhuman]

[The Failed Man: Heh, I thought the system would give me a higher score.]

[Anti-dog: So what are you planning to do?]

[The Failed Man: It's alright, really. My activities are limited to the area around Beijing, and you're the only players there. Qingmeng and Pianzhi will figure out sooner or later that I'm the Dice Monster, since they both know I have a dice skill. Even if they remain unaware, they don't all listen to you and won't act on their own.]

[Anti-dog: You might be targeted by anti-superhuman organizations, and players from other cities may also be watching you.]

[The defeated man: Minor problem, they can't beat me. At worst, I have a backup plan. It's better than being ruined by incompetent teammates.]

[Failed Man: By the way, when you watch the live stream, does the Dice Monster have a control panel above his head?]

[Anti-Dog: Yes, the description says he's a minor villain of unknown origin, who seems to have superpowers triggered by dice. Cai Bing said she was laughing so hard she was bored.]

[The Failed Man: So you only told me about something this important two days later.]

As they chatted, the train arrived at the station.

"The train has arrived at the abandoned Shiba Park train station in Tokyo, Japan. Passengers, please disembark as soon as possible." A female voice, as clear as disinfectant, echoed in the carriage.

Ke Mingye followed the two off the train and turned to look around.

As always, it was that dark and cramped train station. In the old platform where the sun never shines, there was a sign pasted on the pillars and walls that read "Tokyo Shibakoen Station Observation Window No. 7".

Immediately afterwards, they took a JR train to Kabukicho in Tokyo and entered the Kurotengu host club.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

As soon as they entered, a handsome young man in a suit came to greet them. He had light eyeshadow around his eyes, arched eyebrows, and light makeup on his face.

Although he was a man, his temperament was as pure and innocent as a delicate calla lily, making him stand out among the club's many flamboyant and outlandish people, giving them a refreshing look.

Qingmeng crossed her arms and squinted as she sized up the male prostitute.

Ke Mingye stared at the handsome face, leaned close to Fan Quan's ear and said, "Wait, who is this person?"

"It might be... orange peel."

The anti-dog's tone was not very certain.

Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye was taken aback at first, then quickly changed his expression, tears almost welling up in his eyes: "Lao Ju... I miss you."

He hugged the orange peel tightly and murmured, "In the two weeks you were gone, do you know how that weird man was provoking me?"

"What did he do?" Orange Peel asked.

Ke Mingye accused, "He's a bloodthirsty, perverted, and muscular man who drastically altered a magical girl right in front of us."

"It's hard to say, but I feel that Little Red Riding Hood is more impactful," said Anti-Dog.

"You're probably the least qualified person to say that..." Qingmeng also complained to Ke Mingye.

Ke Mingye suddenly had a flash of inspiration, so he asked Fan Quan, "Could we transfer Pianzhi to be a gigolo, sir? I request that Lao Ju be transferred to Huanjing!"

The anti-dog asked, "Do you want him to suddenly turn into a magical girl while chatting with a rich woman?"

"Maybe someone likes this kind of thing?"

"Wait, let go of me first. We're still open for business, and there are female customers watching," Orange Peel said in a low voice, sweating profusely.

Ke Mingye then realized that he was in a public place, so he let go of the orange peel.

Click, click, click!

A female customer immediately raised her phone to take a picture of the scene. They shouted "Kisste" in Japanese. One of the older women covered her mouth and chuckled, saying that our "Orange" is indeed attractive to both men and women. Someone else said that it is not normal for our little orange to be so cute and attract men.

Qingmeng, with a leather bag slung over her shoulder in one hand and her belly in the other, laughed heartily. Then, when she was too tired to laugh anymore, she bent over, raised her hand, and patted Orange Peel's shoulder.

She said, "Wow, she's got real talent. She became the top male host at a host club in just half a month?"

"Good luck, good luck." Orange Peel chuckled dryly.

Ke Mingye looked up and was shocked to see that the cover of the No.1 host club at the Black Tengu Host Club was now dominated by the handsome yet youthful face of Orange Peel.

His codename is "Rotten Orange";

However, the customers all called him "Orange Sauce" (Little Orange);

His colleagues call him "Orange-san" (Mr. Orange).

Moreover, the large screen embedded in the club was playing several photos of orange peels on a loop—a picture of him wiping his lips, a picture of him drawing his katana, and a picture of him closing his eyes and smelling roses.

Perhaps, surrounded by a sea of ​​glamorous and cheap women, wealthy Japanese women have grown tired of the same old look. So when they suddenly see a boy who looks as innocent and youthful as a high school student, it's hard not to feel a fondness for him.

For example, a man might easily feel pity for a pure-looking hostess and wonder why she has fallen into such a state, imagining things like "her parents are dead, she has a debt of heaven left behind, and she has a younger brother who has just started elementary school."

Women are the same; seeing such a pure and handsome young man reduced to becoming a gigolo, they can't help but feel pity for him.

"Oh, you've arrived!"

A blond man wearing sunglasses walked over, his left hand in the pocket of his bartender's uniform and a cigarette in his right.

The player with the ID "Top Gigolo" put his arm around Orange Peel's shoulder and walked out.

At this moment, a female customer walked over angrily, crossed her arms and said, "I made an appointment a week in advance to get Orange Peel. Is he not here tonight?"

The top male escort turned his head, sighed, and said, "Madam, we're just going out for a meal. We'll be back tonight. Don't worry, our male escort club never disappoints its customers."

Ke Mingye couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could sense how intense the workload was for Orange Peel, so he patted him on the shoulder and sighed.

Soon, the top male escort led the four to a nearby cafe and sat down at a table.

Across the table sat a girl wearing a blue JK skirt, with long, straight black hair and a sickly pale complexion. A band-aid was visible near her eye, and a headband held up half of her hair.

The top male escort introduced her in Japanese: "This player's ID is 'A Zhe'. You two get to know each other. She can speak Chinese."

The anti-dog repeated his words in Chinese, then handed a blue and white badge to the number one male escort, saying, "Then you can use this to talk."

"What is this?" the top male escort asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Anti-Dog explained: "This is a little toy I bought from the system store. It allows you to understand other languages ​​without difficulty and use them fluently."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You're the only one here who doesn't speak Chinese, so it's perfect for you."

Upon hearing this, the top male escort sighed and pinned the badge to his chest.

Ke Mingye nodded and looked at the JK girl: "Hello."

"You, hello."

Ah Zhe stammered softly, his eyes lowered, seemingly unaccustomed to speaking in front of so many people.

The anti-dog asked the top male escort, "Didn't you say that besides you, there were two other local players in Tokyo? Why is there only one here?"

The top male escort explained, "The other player's ID is 'Night Confession.' He was born as a novelist, and his parents are his agents. He happened to have an autograph session today, and his editor was watching him so he couldn't get away, so he couldn't come."

Ke Mingye was startled, his reaction was like hearing a caveman speak.

He asked, "No, how come he can suddenly speak Chinese?"

"It's because of that badge," Anti-Dog adjusted his glasses. "I bought it for a thousand mall coins."

Qingmeng raised an eyebrow: "Sounds pretty useful. I'll see if I can get one from my shop. It'll make it easier to team up with foreign players in the future."

Ke Mingye asked, "So what dungeon are we going to do with the six of us?"