Superman's End Manual

Fan Quan sat in the middle of the sofa, flipping through the black Bible in his hand, speaking without looking up.

"Looks like everyone's here. Let's give a brief introduction of our skills, and then we can get started."

Ke Mingye controlled the puppet to look down at the three pistols on the table, and asked in confusion, "Is this enough to start fighting? Shouldn't we distribute the guns first?"

Fan Quan shook his head and gestured to Qing Meng with his eyes: "No, all three guns belong to her."

Qingmeng was still wearing a punk-style jacket, paired with a white T-shirt, and her light blue hair was tied into a ponytail that fell behind her head.

She leaned back on the sofa, her left arm around her shoulder, her right hand fiddling with her phone, saying, "I have a C-level skill called 'Full Power,' which can increase the power of all firearms for 20 seconds; another skill is to improve concentration, which increases the hit rate of any offensive method."

"A tough woman, huh?" Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, the gun should be yours."

He turned his gaze to the three of them and introduced his skills to them: "Uh, my first skill is to make my body lighter, a passive skill." As he spoke, Ke Mingye made the puppet jump lightly, soaring directly to the ceiling and then falling back down.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Anti-Dog seized on the key point. "Since this skill doesn't have an on/off switch, your weight will always be below average. Plus, you're just an ordinary student. Physical education exams, genetic testing, and many other situations could easily..."

“It’s alright, I’m confident.” Ke Mingye quickly interrupted him, changing the subject, “My other skill is to roll a die.”

At this point, he began to explain just how bizarre the D-rank skill "Calamity Dice" was, leaving the three of them listening with a mixture of belief and skepticism.

Anti-Dog was silent for a moment: "Whether what you said is true or not, just forget about this skill. Don't use it in the dungeon. Unless the whole army is wiped out and you're the only one left inside, then you can try it."

“Okay, that’s what I thought too.” Ke Mingye said as he had the doll speak, then opened the inventory panel and attached the web shooter to the doll’s wrist. “Also, I have to show you this thing, the ‘web shooter’ I got from the reward wheel. You’ve all seen Spider-Man, right?”

Qingmeng raised an eyebrow and glanced at him sideways: "You actually managed to draw this thing?"

"lucky."

"Wow..." Orange Peel exclaimed in surprise, "So that's why your ID is 'Failed Man,' a tribute to Spider-Man, right?"

"No wonder you're confident in taking on the role of drawing the boss's aggro. The weight-reducing skill, combined with the web-shooter, makes you significantly more mobile than us," Anti-Dog commented.

Following that, the three people in the private room introduced their skills, and Fan Quan then explained in detail the attack patterns of the boss in the Mei Yi Jia dungeon.

After exchanging information and discussing tactics, and once they were almost ready, the four of them left the private room and gathered in front of the now-defunct Mei Yi Jia restaurant.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, they simultaneously pressed their palms onto the instance panel, and the moment they touched the panel, their figures vanished.

When Ke Mingye made the doll open its eyes again, what came into view was a large supermarket that was much more spacious than he had imagined.

From the outside, it would be impossible to imagine that the interior of that Meiyijia supermarket concealed such a vast space, as if two or three supermarkets of the same size had been folded together. It seemed that even the space itself felt its own irrationality, and was vaguely distorted, like a mirage twisting and turning.

The dilapidated light bulbs embedded in the ceiling emitted a flickering light, and the cold light from above illuminated the devastated scene inside the supermarket: an ATM machine recessed into the wall, supermarket shelves scattered haphazardly on the floor, shopping carts broken into pieces, and dazzling, dripping blood splattered on the floor, walls, and shelves.

At this moment, a huge pit can be seen deep in one corner of the supermarket. Looking inside, it is pitch black and no one can see anything.

A rumbling sound was coming from inside the pit. The four of them turned their gazes and could vaguely see a huge, bloated outline emerging from the hole.

The next moment, a strange smell, somewhere between blood and tobacco, filled the air, and the giant shadow roared as it charged out of the pit, like a porcupine that had been sleeping for a long time.

What met the eyes of the four was a giant zombie that stood four meters tall. Its skin, a mixture of pale and dark green, was rotting and decaying. Exposed sores were oozing pus, which dripped onto the ground and corroded the surface, releasing a white fumes.

It wore a chef's hat and a white robe, and used a pork knuckle as a "belt" to tie four distorted "self-destructing zombies" around its waist, essentially using these gadgets as hand grenades.

[Dungeon Boss Name: Zombie Chef]

[Dungeon Boss Level: Lv3]

[Dungeon Boss Introduction: The Zombie Chef never uses cooking utensils, but has a unique cooking method: he simultaneously holds up his prey and a self-destructing zombie, letting the zombie blast and char his prey, then happily chews up the scraps.]

[Dungeon Boss Kill Rewards: Experience Points, Rare Items, Shop Coins, Unknown Rewards (After defeating the boss, an additional reward distribution will be made based on the players' overall contribution during the battle; players with higher overall contribution will receive richer rewards)]

Ke Mingye ordered the puppet to move to the front, took a deep breath, and lowered his right hand slightly, ready to release the web launcher at any time;

Qingmeng raised her eyes, her light blue ponytail swaying in the oncoming turbid wind. She held a black pistol in each hand, pointing the muzzle at its waist.

Anti-Dog lowered his gaze, opened the Bible in his hand, and three pages tore open automatically without wind, turning into three paper figures that jumped onto his shoulder.

Orange Peel leaned forward slightly, extended his right hand, and a long sword formed from flowing water slowly appeared in his hand, its blade surging rhythmically like waves.

The total number of players participating in this dungeon is 4.

The current damage percentage panel is shown below.

[NO.1 - The Failed Man: 0% Damage Percentage]

[NO.2 - Anti-dog: Damage percentage 0%]

[NO.3 - Good Orange Peel: 0% Damage Percentage]

[NO.4 - An Inexplicable Dream: 0% of the damage]

[This raid instance has officially begun. Defeat the boss within the instance by any means necessary.]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 Dungeon Boss Battle

[WARNING: The battle against the Boss Zombie Chef has begun! Players, please give it your all!!!]

Orange Peel gripped the long sword forged from the waves, narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered a reminder to Ke Mingye: "It's coming, be careful."

"Don't worry, I can do it."

As he spoke, Ke Mingye leaned down slightly, his pupils reflecting the image of the charging chef zombie.

With a deafening roar, the chef zombie spewed slurred liquid and stomped over shelves along the way with its massive feet, leaving behind huge, blood-stained footprints.

The thumping footsteps, like an earthquake, seemed to tug at everyone's heartstrings, almost synchronizing them.

Ke Mingye took the lead and rushed forward, attracting the chef zombie's full attention and drawing its hatred to himself.

At the same time, he lowered his right hand to make a trigger gesture, and a spider silk shot out from the front opening of the web launcher, quickly sticking to a pillar on the right.

Just before he was about to collide with the zombie, he suddenly gripped the spider silk tightly with his right hand.

With a push off the ground, her light body instantly sprang into the air, drawing a clean arc in mid-air and circling the pillar at great speed.

The chef zombie roared and chased after him, while simultaneously reaching out and pulling a bound, exploding zombie from his waist. He clenched it in his palm, then made a fist and swung it at the pillar.

At that moment, the self-destructing zombie body held in its palm exploded instantly, turning into flames that rose from between the giant zombie's fingers—the power was no less than detonating several grenades directly in its palm at the same time.

The chef's fist transformed into a pillar of flame at that moment, tearing the surrounding air apart and causing moisture to evaporate rapidly, turning into a white wave of steam that swept across the area.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Ke Mingye's pupils contracted; he was almost stunned.

He had heard about the chef zombie's attack methods from the anti-dog before, but seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him. He thought to himself that if he were that self-destructing zombie, he would shout, "We are all of the same origin, why are you so eager to kill each other?"

Staring at the oncoming fist, he swiftly released the spider silk clinging to the pillar and landed on the ground, using a roll to cushion the impact of his fall from the height.

No sooner had it landed than a deafening roar echoed through the air. A massive fist, carrying the force of an explosion, slammed into the pillar, shattering it into scattered fragments that were then consumed by the flames.

Ke Mingye braced himself on the ground with his left hand, looking up to observe the situation. As the team's vanguard, he had to maneuver around the chef zombie to continuously draw its aggro.

Just then, the chef zombie smacked his lips, grinned maliciously, picked up a self-destructing zombie from his waist, and twisted its head off like removing the pin from a grenade.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw it towards Ke Mingye.

This action was obviously excessive, but it was enough to terrify Ke Mingye, who thought to himself, "You really don't consider these zombie comrades human beings, do you? You're starting to throw them like grenades..."

The body of the exploding zombie rapidly heated up and cracked in mid-air, then transformed into a raging flame that reached out its palm, almost capturing Ke Mingye's body.

Fortunately, before the self-destructing zombie exploded, he used the launcher to shoot a spider silk towards the ceiling, grabbed the silk and swung upwards, hanging in mid-air with one arm holding onto the silk.

Ke Mingye lowered his gaze and looked down. The area within a five-meter radius below was already engulfed in the flames of the explosion.

"That was close." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Qingmeng, who was in the distance, simultaneously pulled the triggers of the two pistols in her hands.

"Oh!"

The gun muzzle flashed, and two bullets shot straight toward the chef's waist, their target being the two other exploding zombies strapped to his waist—these things were like enhanced grenades, and if they could be dealt with first, they definitely had to be.

If it weren't for Ke Mingye, probably very few players at this stage would be able to deal with the exploding zombies thrown by the Chef Zombie. The blast radius is too large, making it extremely difficult to escape unscathed.

At this moment, the chef zombie still had two exploding zombies strapped to its belt. Hearing the gunshot, it reacted with lightning speed, blocking one of the rotting hands against its waist.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

As if hitting an impenetrable wall, the two bullets were easily deflected by its palm, failing to even penetrate it.

Qingmeng frowned and lowered her pistol. "Tch, the same thing happened last time. Every time I aimed for his waist, it was blocked."

"Don't waste bullets, let that spider man try first."

As Anti-Dog spoke calmly, the three paper figures perched on his shoulders leaned close to his ear and whispered something, which only he could hear clearly.

At this very moment, because of Qingmeng's two shots, the chef zombie shifted its target of hatred.

The bloodshot, menacing eyes turned to Qingmeng, and with a flick of the right fingernail, it tore off the head of a self-destructing zombie. Then, it swung its arm and threw the "zombie grenade" toward Qingmeng.

"Does this skill not have a cooldown?" Qingmeng was caught off guard, so she took off running, but it was too late.

The flames from the explosion spread outwards, inevitably striking her back like the scythe of death.

"Hey, punk girl, are you even okay?!" Ke Mingye, suspended in mid-air by spider silk, was stunned by what he saw. He thought to himself, "If our center is dead, how are we supposed to fight?"

At that moment, as if gloating, the three paper figures on the dog's shoulder simultaneously raised their arms and cheered.

The anti-dog had his skills explained beforehand.