Superman's End Manual

Currently, this person with supernatural abilities is at the "弼马温" (Bima Wen, a low-ranking official in charge of horses) stage in the "advancement path."

Ke Mingye was staring blankly at the ridiculously long list of pathways to divine enlightenment when Bai Qiuwu sat down at the table. She glanced at him and asked, "When did my eldest and second brothers say they'd be back?"

"They all said it would be soon, probably in the next day or two."

Ke Mingye answered casually. His gaze then fell on Ke Yongzhu, the youngest brother in the family, who was walking into the kitchen.

Ke Yongzhu had a buzz cut and wore a school uniform. His features were fairly cute, but he always had a sullen face, as if someone owed him money.

Name: Ke Yongzhu

[Age: 10 years old]

【Sex: Male】

[Strength: A+ (Possesses top-tier combat power far exceeding 90% of the world's superhumans)]

[Hidden identity: Juvenile form of a Calamity Dragon.]

Of all the family members I've observed, Ke Mingye is most curious about his younger brother's identity. After all, if a 10-year-old child possesses A+ level combat power, then the danger posed by this so-called "Calamity Dragon" is self-evident.

"I'm full."

"I'm full too."

Bai Zini and Bai Ziling spoke in unison, got up from the dining table, walked out of the kitchen, and sat down on the sofa in the living room while playing on their phones.

Ke Mingye was too lazy to say anything. He put down his chopsticks, got up from the table, and sat down on the sofa with them.

Seeing that they were both engrossed in their phones, he reached out first, picked up the remote control from the sofa armrest, and only after taking control did he ask, "What do you want to watch?"

“Scream,” Bai Ziling suggested.

"No, look at this, I'm running away," Bai Zini said.

"Then what are you looking at?" Bai Ziling turned to look at her.

"Isn't Harry Potter good enough? Why do you have to fixate on your horror movies?" Bai Zini rolled her eyes at her.

Upon hearing the title, Bai Ziling yawned, her light-white hair swaying slightly beside her ears. "I'm sleepy," she said, smacking her lips.

"You two are such troublemakers. Stop watching and just listen to the news."

Ke Mingye leaned back on the sofa, pressed the remote control, exited the on-demand channel, and entered the financial news channel.

As a result, the three of them left the TV hanging on the sofa, listening to the news anchor's broadcast while playing on their phones.

Soon, Bai Qiuwu and Ke Yongzhu finished eating in the kitchen. They took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Ke Yongzhu arrived late and could only sit on the armrest, but he didn't mind, after all, this was what it meant to be the younger brother.

"Are you guys listening to the finance department?" Bai Qiuwu took a sip of orange juice, a slight smile playing on her lips, and teased, "Not bad, you'll all be big bosses in the future."

"Can't we improve our financial literacy?" Ke Mingye said casually.

"Yes, yes."

Bai Zini verbally agreed, but she didn't even raise her head or listen to what the host was saying; she was just focused on playing on her phone.

At this moment, the 10-year-old younger brother Ke Yongzhu took a sip of cola and said, "You can watch whatever you want, but don't listen to the finance department here. You're a bunch of brain-dead people."

Ke Mingye sarcastically remarked, "Brother, how can you be so high-class? It's one thing to act like this outside, but I'd beat you up at home."

While drinking orange juice, Bai Qiuwu leaned over and put her arm around Ke Yongzhu's shoulder, saying, "I protect him at home. What, you're not happy about that?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a maturity beyond her years.

Ke Mingye rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "One of you has a combat power of A-level, and the other has a combat power of A+-level. Who can be more powerful than you? You're better than me."

“No one could beat me in elementary school,” Ke Yongzhu emphasized.

Ke Mingye turned off his phone and said expressionlessly, "Alright, little school bully. It would be a virtue of you not to eat a primary school student's head alive."

"Why are you talking like our little brother isn't a primary school student?" Bai Qiuwu asked with a smile.

Ke Mingye munched on a sunflower seed: "He calls us a bunch of brain-dead people, and we still treat him like a primary school student. Quality education should start at home, and then at school and in society."

Ke Yongzhu remained adamant: "A bunch of high school students listening to the financial news here, how can you not be brain-damaged?"

"Show some respect when you speak. I'm a middle school student, okay?" Bai Zini said casually while playing on her phone.

"I'm in junior high too," Bai Ziling said, not listening to what they were saying.

“Middle school students don’t listen to the finance department. I’m still a primary school student. Why should I waste my life with you guys?” Ke Yongzhu said, trying to snatch the remote control from Ke Mingye’s hand.

Ke Mingye refused to give it to him no matter what: "You're getting impatient. We all have cell phones to play with, so we certainly don't lack TV to watch, and we don't feel like we're wasting our lives. You're just a primary school student getting impatient, aren't you? Why don't you ask your parents to buy you a cell phone too?"

Ke Yongzhu was about to get angry, but Bai Qiuwu was quick-witted and snatched the remote control from between the two of them.

Ke Yongzhu glanced at her but said nothing. At home, he only listened to his eldest sister; he ignored his other brothers.

"Hey sis, can you stop protecting him like this? You're the one who spoiled him with his bad temper." Ke Mingye turned his head and glanced at Bai Qiuwu.

"Alright, stop bullying your little brother."

After finishing her orange juice, Bai Qiuwu was about to hand the remote control to Ke Yongzhu.

Just then, the television screen changed, and the host's voice also changed. Bai Qiuwu stared at the television, her slender right hand suddenly tightening its grip on the remote control slightly, without continuing to hand it to Ke Yongzhu.

A buzzing sound, like the flapping of wings, came from the television; a pair of jet-black wings were rapidly tumbling in the night.

This commotion drew the attention of everyone on the sofa. They looked up at the television and saw the interior of a helicopter cabin.

The reporter, leaning over the helicopter, pointed his camera at the city below and shouted into the microphone:

"Breaking news! The superhuman criminal 'Ghost Tree' has appeared in the densely populated central urban area surrounding Beijing and has now climbed to the top of the surrounding tower!"

"Another case of superhuman crime?"

Ke Mingye muttered to himself, following the reporter's camera lens to look at a tall tower made of cast steel standing in the city center.

At the top of the tower, which is about twelve stories high, stands a blurry, tiny figure. The searchlight from the helicopter shines down, making his profile appear pale and sharp.

As the camera zoomed in, Ke Mingye was finally able to see the figure clearly.

His body was completely naked, clearly showing the outline of a human, but his chest was inlaid with a jumble of plants. Vines and thorns spread out from his heart, covering his entire limbs. Most conspicuous were the towering antlers that rose from the ground on both sides of his forehead, these two upright and curved antlers made him look as eerie as a demon god.

Before Ke Mingye could react, the man had already jumped down from the tower, and the crowd in the street erupted in gasps and screams.

The camera remained focused on the inhuman monster, whose figure, leaping from the top of the tower, continued to tumble in the air, creating eerie sparks against the cold wind and leaving a blood-red trail behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he slowly curled up into a ball, his muscles throbbing and swelling as if he might be torn apart at any moment by the powerful current generated by his rapid descent.

Finally, amidst the roars of the crowd below, he crashed heavily to the ground.

"Bang—!" With a deafening roar, countless cracks spread out, and a huge crater nearly three meters deep was formed.

"It's a 'ghost tree'!"

Among the densely packed crowd, like ants, someone pointed at the figure that had landed and shouted.

Ke Mingye had tried it before; only by seeing the target in person could he see detailed information about the other party. If he watched a live TV broadcast, he would only see a portion of the information.

But that was enough; at that moment, the information about the uninvited guest had already caught his eye.

[Codename: Class A Wanted Criminal - Ghost Tree]

Name: Majerdik

[Age: 47 years old]

【Sex: Male】

[Strength: Rank A (Possesses top-tier combat power far exceeding 90% of the world's superhumans)]

[Identity: Divine Being "Yudrasir" (possessing one of the twenty-seven divine pathways, the "World Tree" pathway)]

[Related information: "Yudrashil" is the World Tree in Norse mythology. In books, it is described as a giant gray oak tree supporting nine worlds, including Midgard, the center of humanity, and Asgard, the abode of the gods.]

[The deductive path of this "path to divine communication" and the realm of the person who attained this divine communication are currently unknown.]

"Bring Sun Wukong here..."

Ghost Tree spoke in a deep voice, slowly emerging from the deep pit. His grotesque body, shrouded in thorns, was fully exposed under the dazzling neon lights, as if bathed in a sea of ​​light. He stretched out his massive, root-like arms, his rapid breathing accompanied by furious roars echoing through the crowd.

"I won't say it a second time, call Sun Wukong out here, or... I'll slaughter everyone here without exception!"

Ah, Sun Wukong? Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that he must be referring to a divine being, which is my older sister, isn't it?

Thinking this, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Bai Qiuwu's information panel out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, Bai Qiuwu was carrying orange juice, her expression still calm. But whether it was her slightly clenched hands or her eyes flashing with a cold light, it was clear that she was somewhat nervous.

Name: Bai Qiuwu

[Hidden Identity: The Divine Transformer - Wukong (Possessing one of the twenty-seven pathways to divine power, the "Sun Wukong" pathway)]

The next moment, the ghost tree suddenly pointed its massive right arm, shaped like a tree root, towards the sky, and also towards the reporter holding the camera.

The right arm mutated at a frenzied speed, instantly transforming into thousands of sharp thorns that sprang forward, stretching for a full hundred meters. Then, it pierced the night, shredding the photographer in the helicopter cabin into a cloud of blood and foam, which instantly dissipated into the night sky.

On television, the camera crashed onto the cabin floor, but the footage remained.

With a yank of its arm, the giant hand formed from twisted thorns erupted violently from inside the helicopter's cabin. The terrifying force caused the entire helicopter to sway left and right and tilt up and down in mid-air. In just a few seconds, the helicopter was reduced to a towering inferno, along with its pilot, vanishing into the sky.

Just then, Ke Youqing came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes and stood behind the children on the sofa. "What are you watching?" he said, crossing his arms and looking at the TV, then his brows furrowed slightly.

With a deafening explosion, the entire television screen went dark and remained silent.