Superman's End Manual

Qingmeng opened her mouth, almost suffocating with anger.

She was just about to pull out a pistol from her bag and shoot each of the three men in the head, but luckily the instance results panel appeared at that moment, diverting everyone's attention.

Ke Mingye looked up at the control panel.

[You will be leaving the instance in 30 seconds. Instance rewards have been sent to each player's inventory. Please confirm receipt...]

[You have obtained the standard completion rewards for Dungeon #7: 1. 5000 Shop Coins; 2. 3000 Experience Points; 3. A train conductor uniform (jacket and pants only) (E-grade equipment).]

[You have received the MVP bonus for completing Dungeon #7: 1. 500 Experience Points; 2. 1000 Shop Coins; 3. Train Conductor's Hat (D-grade equipment).]

"Is this the reward for being MVP?"

Ke Mingye was shocked, thinking to himself that there were so many benefits to being an MVP, and that he really couldn't slack off anymore.

[Current experience progress: Lv.7 (3500 points/4000 points)]

Current number of Mall Coins held: 8260

"Just knowing it is enough; saying it out loud makes you look like you deserve a beating," Qingmeng said.

"I feel like the MVP distribution is unfair; I should have been the MVP in both dungeons..."

The dog's gaze swept over the settlement screen, its head lowered, muttering to itself in confusion.

"You intellectual, your damage percentage was 0 in both dungeons, you're lucky you weren't detected as an AFK player." Orange Peel smiled, "See you next time anyway."

Just seconds before leaving the instance, Anti-Dog suddenly turned to look at Ke Mingye: "By the way, Spider Man, I have something to say to you privately. You decide on the location after we leave the instance."

"Is there something you can't say now?"

"No, there's no time."

"Then let's go to the dessert shop on Third Street."

"it is good."

As they spoke, the four figures vanished. On the deserted tracks, the train slowly crumbled into a heap with a mournful groan, merging into the desolate earth and becoming nourishment for the weeds.

When Ke Mingye opened his eyes again, he was already in an empty alley nearby. He walked out of the alley, and just around the corner was the meeting place he had arranged with Fan Quan.

What would a cultured person want to say to me?

As he pondered this, he manipulated the trickster doll into the dessert shop and found a seat on the second floor.

Not long after, Fan Quan came up the stairs of the dessert shop, pulled up a chair opposite him and sat down. Then he looked up and stared directly at Ke Mingye, his gaze behind his glasses clear.

He said, "You're on the wanted list on the Superhero Association's website."

"I?"

Ke Mingye said, pointing to himself.

He thought to himself, "Please, how did I, a model student, end up on the wanted list? Did Qingya accidentally upload his son's handsome photo when he uploaded the wanted list?"

Seeing this, Fan Quan calmly took out his phone from his pocket, fiddled with it for a while, and then turned the phone towards Ke Mingye.

He went straight to the point, asking, "You must be the Class C wanted criminal 'Dice Monster'?"

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Chapter 65 Arsonist

"Class C wanted criminal 'Dice Monster,' charged with: damaging public facilities and setting fire to an overpass. Based on his current behavior, he is suspected of having the ability to self-destruct and can also cause supernatural phenomena by throwing dice."

Fan Quan took a glass of lemonade from the waiter and spoke slowly and deliberately, keeping his voice as low as possible so that only he and Ke Mingye could hear him.

Ke Mingye was stunned for two or three seconds before he reacted, thinking, "Really? I'm on the wanted list now, and the association has marked it so high?"

The puppet, which was ordered to use deception, raised its eyes and stared intently at the "Class C Wanted List" on the Superhero Association's official website.

The first photo that catches the eye is of the "Dice Monster".

In the photo, a gray humanoid figure is crouching above a traffic light sign. Its eyes are lowered and empty, its mouth is grinning, and its right hand is throwing a die towards the street.

The reasons for the wanted notice and the description of the suspect's abilities are exactly as the anti-dogs described.

Anti-Dog slowly said, "This is probably your doing. Whether it's the dice ability or the school uniform, the details match up pretty much, except for the appearance, which is a bit strange. But if I connect this to the 'suspected self-destruction ability,' I'll just assume that your current body is a robot that can change its appearance at will..."

"Of course, if it's just these things, then it's just conjecture, without any evidence."

He paused for a moment: "So, the most important thing is that this photo was taken yesterday afternoon in front of the Yandai Cinema, which is very close to our meeting point, which is the Meiyijia supermarket. The time was also shortly after we left the dungeon."

As he spoke, he put his phone away and put it in his pocket: "If all of the above is a coincidence, then it's too much of a coincidence."

Ke Mingye was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but shrug: "So you dressed up like Sherlock Holmes today, even wearing a stag hat, just to show off your deductive reasoning skills?"

“That’s irrelevant to our topic,” Antidog said.

Ke Mingye asked calmly, "So, can I still argue that this thing isn't me?"

In fact, he had expected this. After all, from the moment he said he had acquired a passive skill that could reduce weight, it was only a matter of time before he was exposed—a passive skill that could reduce weight already meant that he would not be able to pass the genetic testing and the school's physical examination, and it goes without saying how absurd that was.

He seemed to brush it off at the time, but it was reasonable for the anti-dogs to have doubts about him.

If he were truly exposed, Ke Mingye would never choose to tell the other party about his situation.

Given the harsh environment in his home, one wrong step and he's finished. If word got out, it would be like handing his life over to someone else, and Ke Mingye wasn't that naive.

"You can try to argue, but it's pointless."

As he spoke, Anti-Dog put his right hand, which was holding the phone, into his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the doll's face: "Judging from all the evidence, this thing is basically inseparable from you. I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation."

Ke Mingye took a sip of the plain water the shop assistant brought him and thought to himself, "This is truly a terrible thing."

If only he had remembered to have the puppet take off its school uniform during that scene at the movie theater, he wouldn't have given himself away. But his older brother was blocking the theater entrance, so he didn't have time to think about it and had to act quickly.

Moreover... even if the doll isn't wearing a school uniform, most anti-dogs will still associate it with the "dice" element.

But it doesn't matter. Even without cooperating with other players, he is confident that he can become stronger by fighting alone. However, attack methods are scarce in the early stages, so he can join in as many dungeons as possible.

Ke Mingye leaned the back of his head against the wall behind him, let out a soft sigh, and said slowly, "There's really nothing to refute. I lied to you. My first skill wasn't losing weight, but creating a puppet."

"So, the 'Dice Monster' is your puppet, and you used this puppet when you ran the dungeon with us last time?"

"Even now."

Ke Mingye spoke frankly.

"Is it because they don't trust us?" Anti-Dog speculated. "But that makes sense. If I had the ability to manipulate puppets, I would probably have them meet the other players in my place."

Ke Mingye met his gaze and began to explain.

"It's not a matter of trust or distrust, but rather that my situation is very complicated. I can't tell you the specifics, but the only thing I can say is that I was born in a different place than you, and anyone around me could threaten my life... So, if I want to meet you, I have no choice but to use a puppet."

He paused for a moment: "If you think I will endanger your safety or expose your whereabouts and identities, then I don't mind leaving the team now. There's nothing wrong with saying so."

After a moment of silence, Fan Quan said, "I understand. Let's leave it at that."

"Okay, then I'll leave the team."

No, you've misunderstood.

Anti-Dog took a sip of lemonade and said, "I mean, that's settled. You can just use the puppet to clear the dungeon with us."

"what?"

Ke Mingye raised an eyebrow. He had thought the intellectual would turn against him directly, but it was a bit strange that he let it go like this.

He had no idea what that cunning old fox was thinking, so he just waited quietly for him to speak.

Anti-Dog said, "Your identity is indeed suspicious, but judging from your performance in this instance, you are an indispensable member of our team. There is no reason for you to leave."

"I've already told you, my environment is dangerous. Aren't you worried that I'll drag you all down with me?"

“I’m not a potential fugitive either. Since the ultimate goal is to exterminate the superhuman race, we’re all on the same boat, so what’s the difference?” Anti-Dog said calmly. “Also, since I can manage my own troubles, I think you should be able to manage yours too, so as not to implicate your own people.”

Ke Mingye's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, "Brother, my troubles are on a completely different level from yours. I have eight A-level superhumans in my family watching me."

You've only killed a few superhumans. At most, some minor heroes will come to play hide-and-seek with you. If you can't catch them, so be it. Anyway, there's a big event happening every day in this world.

Anti-Dog leaned back in his chair, flipping through the black-covered Bible, and continued, "Also, I suggest that if you have any powerful moves in the future, just take them out directly in the dungeon. There's no need to hide them."

"No, why do you think I'm hiding a powerful move?"

"After all, I killed four superhumans, and my wanted level on the official website is only E, which is far lower than yours... This shows that the association values ​​you more, and your strength should be far more than what it appears to be, otherwise they wouldn't value you so much."

"Besides, your performance in the dungeon was also outrageous. Your 'physical fitness' attribute should be far above the average player, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to break through those few swordsmen."

Ke Mingye hesitated for two seconds: "You're a cultured person, do you think there's a possibility?"

"What's possible?"

"The reason the Superhero Association values ​​me so much is simply because I had some good luck before and the result of rolling the Calamity Dice was quite good. Actually, I'm not as unassuming as you think."

"It is possible."

"Right?"

Despite saying this, Ke Mingye knew that the reason his wanted level was so high was because his older brother had embellished his criminal record.

The charge of "arson on an overpass" alone shows that his wanted poster was submitted by Ke Yinzhi 100%.

After all, apart from his older brother, no one knew that he had met with Black Wukong on the overpass.