Superman's End Manual

Below the description text is a top-down view of the item. Players can slide their fingers to move the view and get a full view of the equipment's appearance.

Ke Mingye already knew something about it, but he still took a look at it in general.

The web launcher resembles a metal wristband, but with a watch-sized display screen embedded at the top. It's lightweight yet sturdy, with a very high-tech design. According to the description, the display screen can be used to check the time during normal use, and to check the remaining amount of web during combat.

Players can adjust the color of the "web shooter" through the following "Appearance Settings" option: According to the settings provided by the system, there are two color schemes to choose from, one is black, and the other is red and blue - which seems to be generated based on the classic color scheme of Spider-Man's suit.

Furthermore, you can also change the conditions for the web emitter to start through the "Trigger Mechanism Adjustment" option. There are several conditions to choose from in the settings, generally setting a special pressing gesture.

Ke Mingye was too lazy to do anything complicated, so he simply chose a gesture that was closest to the movie "Spider-Man" as the trigger condition for the device, which was mainly a tribute to the classic.

The information panel contains several videos demonstrating how to use this equipment.

The main character in several videos is Spider-Man. He uses his web-shooter to shoot webs, grabs the webs, and flies between skyscrapers; he uses his web-shooter to shoot webs to bind the villain's hands and feet; he uses the webs to stick to a car, grabs the webs, and throws the car at the villain.

There are all sorts of ways to use it, just like the ones mentioned above, as if they're afraid players won't be able to learn how to use it.

Furthermore, this equipment can be upgraded and enhanced, rather than remaining unchanged.

According to the item description, as long as enough store coins are spent, the "Web Launcher" can be modified in many ways, such as increasing the "maximum capacity of spider silk", enhancing the "toughness of spider silk", and adding "neurotoxic poison" and "electric shock effect" to the launched spider silk, etc.

What troubles Ke Mingye is that once the "filling spider web fluid" needed for the launcher runs out, he has to use in-game currency to buy it in the player shop.

But he still doesn't know how to obtain shop coins, whether daily tasks will refresh, or whether he has to run dungeons. The game system hasn't mentioned what the rewards for dungeons are yet.

"Anyway, after school, let's find an open space and try this thing out."

Ke Mingye finished the last sip of oat milk with a straw, casually threw it into a roadside trash can, and exited the inventory panel at the same time.

He then clicked the "Friends Communication" icon in the upper right corner of his field of vision.

Lines of text entered my pupils.

[Among one hundred players, your serial number is NO.007. The three players who have already been eliminated have serial numbers NO.093 (Wilmer Hogg), NO.095 (Sean Cameron), and NO.023 (Amamiya Kazuko).]

[According to system detection, there are currently three players in the same area as you, "China, Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region," with the codenames NO.039, NO.035, and NO.032.]

If you don't want other players to know your name, you can choose to create a virtual ID when you first enter the friends' contact list.

[Should we create an ID, or use your real name to communicate with other players?]

"Is there even a question?" Ke Mingye blurted out, "Creation."

Please enter your ID on the panel. This ID cannot be changed, and other players will see this ID when communicating with you in the communication list.

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow, turned into an empty alley, and almost immediately thought of the ID "Failed Man". So he typed it into the panel and submitted it.

This is a homonym for Spider-Man, and he slapped his head and hit it.

[Are you sure you want to use the ID "Failed Man" from now on?]

"determine."

Ke Mingye thought he couldn't possibly fail. He was surrounded by eight superhumans right from the start, and each of them was a tough guy. What was the difference between that and being in jail?

Welcome to my contact list, you failed man.

Your default avatar is Mario.

[Your friend list is currently empty. Players must interact in person to add each other as friends. However, players in the same city can create a temporary group chat before becoming friends with each other. Would you like to start a group chat and add other players from your city to it?]

Ke Mingye took the last bite of bread and issued the command.

"Initiate".

[Discussion group created successfully. Players from the same city have been added to the group. All players can leave the group at any time.]

You can input and proofread text using your mind; there's no need to type.

A lukewarm notification tone sounded, and a chat panel appeared in front of him. It was very user-friendly, similar to the group chat UI on WeChat.

Ke Mingye clicked on "Group Chat List" and glanced at the other members of the discussion group. Everyone had already registered their IDs; no one was using their real names, and the profile pictures were the default one: Mario. After all, everyone was using fake IDs; surely no one would upload a selfie as their profile picture.

The three people's IDs were "Anti-Dog", "Good Orange Peel", and "Unspeakable Dream".

He thought to himself, why are all these people's IDs so abstract? Did they just smear their faces on the keyboard? Especially the last one, it's so unconventional.

Ke Mingye tried to type the words in his mind and clicked send.

[Failed Man: Hi everyone, anyone want to team up for a dungeon run?]

No one responded.

[The Failed Man: Where were you all born? How many superhumans are in your family?]

Still no one responded.

Ke Mingye had no choice but to take it seriously this time, so he put his essay-writing skills to good use, typed it in, and sent it.

[The Failed Man: How about this, everyone take turns speaking, okay?]

[The Failed Man: A year from now, the Superhuman race will be extinct, but we will be. Stop stammering. In this tense time, we're all in this together, understand?]

After he typed that line, no one in the discussion group responded.

Ke Mingye remained expressionless and silently typed in the chat box, "If you don't reply, your horses are doomed."

Ready to go, ready to send with a tap of the finger.

But just then, a chat notification sound suddenly reached my ears.

Finally, someone paid attention to him.

He had never thought the "ding" sound was so pleasant, so he silently withdrew his finger from the send button, but the text he typed in the chat box was still sent.

An inexplicable dream: I am an orphan.

[The defeated man: If you don't reply soon, your horses are doomed.]

Ke Mingye's hand moved quickly, and he withdrew it immediately.

[Note: "Failed Man" retracted a message.]

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at the message about the "inexplicable dream," and calmly typed and sent it using his mind, as if nothing had happened.

[The Failed Man: While I sympathize with you, what does this have to do with whether your family has superhumans or not?]

[An inexplicable dream: Mom, I told you the game character I'm using is an orphan, and I was born in an orphanage. It doesn't mean I was an orphan in my past life, understand?]

[The Failed Man: Smith Marseille.]

[The Failed Man: I understand now. Are there superhumans in the orphanage?]

[Inexplicable dream: None.]

Upon seeing this line of text, Ke Mingye unleashed a powerful remark about the essence of Chinese culture.

"Hold."

He took a deep breath, and after a long while, his face turned ashen as he accepted the fact: "It really is just me who started out in hell, surrounded by eight superhumans."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 17 Campus Daily Life

After that brief pause, that player hasn't spoken again. The other two players from the same city in the discussion group remain eerily silent.

Ke Mingye expressed his understanding, after all, the player's identity should be random at the start, such as a corporate slave, an orphan, a wanted criminal... anything is possible, and they may be in a situation where they cannot get away at the moment, such as visiting their parents' graves, so it doesn't matter if they don't reply to messages for the time being.

He temporarily ignored the discussion group and finally arrived at the school's teaching building at 07:20.

As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, I brushed past a familiar figure, and a soft voice reached my ears.

"Getting up so early, but arriving at school so late?"

As Bai Qiuwu spoke, she stopped on the stairs, which were two or three steps higher, and turned to look at Ke Mingye.

"I went for a run, so I'm a little late."

Ke Mingye replied, looking up from his phone and meeting her gaze.

A ray of morning light pierced through the window at the entrance of the building and fell on her lead-white, bright hair, as if one could see their own reflection in her clear pupils.

Bai Qiuwu casually tossed him a bottle. "Here, Mom asked me to give this to you."

"Oh."

Ke Mingye caught the bottle, glanced at it, and saw that it was a bottle of calcium tablets.

Study hard.

Bai Qiuwu gave him a slight smile, then went upstairs.

"Okay, you too, sis."

Ke Mingye watched her retreating figure and casually replied.

Students walking on the stairs, regardless of gender, would almost always glance at Bai Qiuwu. This was the reason why Ke Mingye didn't want to talk to her at school—in a Japanese school setting, Bai Qiuwu would be the type whose love letters would overflow as soon as you opened her shoe cabinet in the morning.

Ke Mingye walked up the stairs and stopped on the second floor. The first classroom around the corner was his class.

I put my phone in the drawer and sat down in my seat. The classroom was already full.

No matter which parallel universe it is, Chinese high schools will always be the most competitive.

The reason why it is difficult to see fantasy stories about Chinese high school students saving the world is because the daily routine of Chinese high school students is usually classes from morning to afternoon, followed by evening self-study after dinner, with their time clearly scheduled.