Superman's End Manual

Ke Xiaomo was silent for a while, then took a sip of Wanglaoji herbal tea, the chilled drink flowing down her throat and into her stomach.

Aside from Ke Yinzhi, he hadn't sat down and had a proper conversation with his younger siblings for many years, and at this moment he didn't even know where to begin.

It was a summer night, and the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard from the trees. Behind the public wooden bench, the fan of this small chain supermarket was turning slowly. Incandescent bulbs emitted a cool light.

The shop owner, wearing reading glasses, was sitting behind the counter, fanning his face while scrolling through videos of magical girls on a short video app.

Ke Xiaomo placed the bottle of Wanglaoji on the chair and said, "When I was cleaning your room..."

"No, my room is locked, isn't it?"

Ke Mingye had just taken a sip of cola when he almost spat it out. After coughing twice, he looked at him suspiciously as he spoke.

"Mom opened it with the key."

Ke Xiaomo explained expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye sighed, then said sarcastically, "Haha, Mom is really something else. I'm 16 years old and I still have no privacy."

"Then, guess what I found in your room?"

Ke Xiaomo spoke slowly.

"You didn't turn on my computer, did you?"

"No."

Ke Mingye raised the Coke, took a sip from the bottle, then covered his mouth with the bottle and said in a muffled voice, "Then I shouldn't have any inflatable dolls or anything like that hidden in my room, let alone those more dangerous things. Come on, why do you sound like you've caught me doing drugs?"

Upon hearing this, Ke Xiaomo silently reached into her coat pocket with her right hand and took out a diary.

The moment Ke Mingye's gaze fell upon this familiar drawing diary, his face changed instantly, turning as pale as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

"Dude, are you out of your mind?! You're just tidying up your room and you're sneaking a peek at my diary? I haven't written in my diary for ages, this stuff is from ages ago, it's all pure embarrassing stuff!"

While crying and shouting, Ke Mingye quickly reached out to grab the diary in Ke Xiaomo's hand, but Ke Xiaomo blocked it with her other hand.

"Calm down, okay?" Ke Xiaomo glanced at him and said calmly, "I've already looked at everything inside. What's the point of you rushing to take it back now?"

"It's over, it's all over." Ke Mingye sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Let me clarify, although I wrote in my diary that I had a crush on a boy in my class when I was little, it was ultimately because that boy looked too much like a girl. Actually, my sexual orientation is perfectly normal. Nothing like that has happened since."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"That's from junior high. I did skip classes a lot to go online, but my grades were always in the top 20 of my grade, which wasn't bad. You're not going to tell Mom about that too, are you?"

“No, that’s not what I was talking about.” Ke Xiaomo shook her head.

"What's that?"

"this."

As she spoke, Ke Xiaomo casually opened her diary and turned to the page with the "tea leaf bookmark" tucked inside.

This tea leaf was his usual bookmark, picked from Shadow Sail Mountain and given to him by the sect leader. He usually carried it with him, often using it when reading, but now he used it to mark Ke Mingye's "criminal record".

After turning to that page, he slowly rotated the diary, turning the page towards Ke Mingye, as if gesturing for him to see the contents.

Ke Mingye's right hand, holding the cola, trembled slightly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the text on the page.

February 6:

Based on my current research on myself, I exhibit three main superpowers.

My first superpower is to accumulate energy by spinning my arms, and then I can perform different attacks depending on my hand gestures. However, this superpower isn't very practical in combat. From a bystander's perspective, it seems pretty silly and low-class. It's probably best to keep it hidden... Well, looking cool is more important than anything else.

The second superpower is that flames can instantly ignite on my fist, making my fist faster. I don't know the principle behind this superpower yet, but fortunately it won't hurt my hand.

The third superpower is to instantly swap positions with a target within a ten-meter radius; the target cannot be an object, but must be a person.

As for whether the range is actually ten meters, it hasn't been precisely tested yet. Perhaps I should find some time to measure it. But this ability must be used on humans; testing it on just anyone on the street would be a bit unethical. Last time, I almost gave the classmate who bullied me a heart attack, though it was quite satisfying.

The summary is complete.

Three superpowered individuals—even among superpowered individuals, I'd be considered one of the most gifted, haha, I really am a genius one in a million.

Although the most terrifying superhumans known so far have a total of five abilities, that's only two more than me.

Life is truly unpredictable; you never know what will happen next.

I actually awakened my superpowers at the age of 16. Could it be that I was born to be a superhero?

I really want to join the Superhero Roundtable and maintain order with Raven, Zeus, and the Two-Dimensional Swordsman. Just thinking about it makes me so excited!

anyway……

Is it possible that there are other superhumans in the family besides me, or that I am the only superhuman in the whole family?

Could my parents have had superpowers?

Otherwise, how could I be a superhuman?

However, the textbook on superhumans says that even if both parents are ordinary people, there is a small chance that the child will become a superhuman.

So it seems my awakening doesn't have much to do with genes. After all, my mom and dad's results in the superhuman gene tests were both normal. Those were tests provided by the Superhero Association; the results couldn't possibly be faked...

Speaking of which, what am I going to do about the next superhuman gene test?

If my parents find out, I'm doomed. A vigilante, for goodness' sake; I'd be lucky if I didn't get dragged into a two- or three-day family meeting.

What exactly?

I need to find a way to get into the Superhero Association and see if there's anyone there who can help me cover up the results of my next superhuman gene test, as long as my family doesn't find out.

Now that I've awakened my superpowers, does that mean I can become a superhero like Blue Raven?

Some people online have calculated the timeline and concluded that Qingya was already wearing a mask and working as a vigilante when he was around 16 years old, which is exactly the same age as me now.

But even if you want to be a vigilante, at the very least you should have a decent uniform, right?

Haha, I remember some superhero dark web sites offer custom-made superhero suits. Although the workmanship is very rough and they only make money off idiots, it should be enough for me at this stage.

I'll order one set to try it out. Just to be on the safe side, I'll have someone online buy it for me to avoid my mom and dad finding out about my spending.

Wow, is this what it feels like to hide your identity from your family? Being a superhero must be so exciting.

But it's also really fun.

After reading the diary, Ke Mingye thought to himself, "This date is very misleading. I deliberately set the date of this diary entry to a month ago, pretending that it was written before the players appeared, so that my second brother won't suspect that I am a player."

After all, players cannot possess the bodies of superhumans.

According to the diary, I awakened my superpower a month ago, so I can't possibly be a player.

With the addition of the brain imaging helmet test, my second brother would have virtually no chance of suspecting that I was a player anymore.

"How do you plan to explain this diary entry from a month ago?"

Under the streetlights, Ke Xiaomo gazed calmly at Ke Mingye's face and asked in an equally calm tone.

Ke Mingye swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"No, bro, you've got it all wrong."

As he spoke, he shrugged casually, ran his hand through his sweat-dampened bangs, and then explained.

"This is just a game we play in class called 'Superhero Role-Playing Diary.' It means imagining yourself as a superhero, writing in a diary, and then exchanging it with your classmates."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Another classmate will be a judge, scoring each person's submitted diary to see who wrote the most interesting and realistic piece. The person with the highest score will receive a cash prize from the other contestants. Basically, it's similar to writing a novel, you know?"

Ke Xiaomo said, enunciating each word clearly, "How come I've never heard of this game?"

Ke Mingye sighed and calmly replied, "It's a trend among young people these days. What do you, Second Brother, a caveman, know? We high school students all do it this way."

He shrugged, took a rather guilty sip of cola, and then said sarcastically, "Heh, no wonder my little sister said you're mature beyond your years, oh no, you're a precocious old man."

Ke Xiaomo stared at Ke Mingye's face, then extended her index finger and continued flipping through the diary.

"Then how do you plan to explain this next diary entry?"

July 4th, morning:

I feel like I've trained enough, and the combat suit I had a friend order from the dark web has arrived. Maybe I should make my move today.

After discussing it with that netizen, I've decided to use "Blue Owl" for both my vigilante and superhero codenames from now on, to match "Blue Raven." Owl means owl.

As expected, what was said online was right.

The positive feedback from physical training is much greater for people with superpowers than for ordinary people. I feel that my strength has increased a lot in just one month, even though I was just a greyhound before.

Now I should be able to take down those classmates who were targeting me with one punch. Last time, that idiot even hit me in the back with a basketball. Next time we play basketball, I'll smash his head through.

Forget it, a superhero should suppress their personal desires. The first lesson for superheroes: never use your superpowers on ordinary people.

Just thinking about it makes me excited. Did Blue Raven feel the same way when he first went out in his battle suit to fight criminals twenty years ago?

Where should I hide the battle suit? Maybe somewhere far from home, otherwise it would be embarrassing if my mom found it when she came into my room to do a thorough cleaning.

July 4th evening:

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Dude, I just took down the cyborg Lester! That Lester! I beat Lester on my first try, is this the mark of a genius superhero?

Okay, if I hadn't used my teleportation ability to make him crash into that truck, I probably wouldn't have been able to beat him.

However, fortune favors the bold, and since I succeeded, it means my plan was sound. It's just that my foot is injured, and I'm walking with a limp; it looks like I'll have to rest for the next couple of days.

After becoming a superhuman, my body's self-healing ability is many times stronger than before. In theory, this kind of wound should heal automatically in a short time.