Superman's Ending Manual

Ke Mingye held the cap of a bottle of Pepsi tightly in his right hand and twisted it with all his strength.

With a "click", the bubbles in the bottle came up. He quickly caught them with his mouth, and then sat down on the public wooden chair outside the "7-Seven" supermarket.

"So, second brother, why did you look for me?"

Under the dim street lights, he turned his head and asked Ke Xiaomo, who was also sitting on the public wooden chair.

Ke Xiaomo was silent for a while, took a sip of Wanglaoji, and the iced drink flowed down his throat into his abdomen.

Except for Ke Yinzhi, he didn't know how many years he hadn't sat down and talked to his brothers and sisters at home. At this time, he didn't even know where to start the topic.

It was a summer night, and the cicadas could be heard faintly in the trees. The fan of the small chain supermarket behind the public wooden chair was slowly turning. The incandescent lamp spread out cold light.

The boss wearing reading glasses was sitting behind the counter, fanning his face to cool it down while watching videos of magical girls on the short video app.

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

"No, isn't my room locked?"

Ke Mingye had just taken a sip of Coke and almost spit it out. After coughing twice, he looked at him suspiciously while speaking.

"My mom opened it with the key."

Ke Xiaomo explained expressionlessly.

Ke Mingye sighed after hearing this, and then said sarcastically, "Haha, my mom is really invincible. I'm 16 years old and I still have no privacy."

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

Ke Xiaomo said slowly.

"You won't open my computer, will you?"

"No."

Ke Mingye raised his Coke, took a sip from the bottle, and then covered his mouth with the bottle, saying in a muffled voice: "Then there shouldn't be any inflatable dolls or anything like that hidden in my room, right? Not to mention those more dangerous things, please, why do you sound like you caught me taking drugs?"

Hearing this, Ke Xiaomo silently reached his right hand into his coat pocket and took out a diary from it.

The moment his eyes touched this familiar painting diary, Ke Mingye's face changed directly, as pale as a piece of paper, without a trace of blood.

"No, brother, are you sick?! How can you peek at my diary when I'm tidying up my room? I don't write a diary now, this is from a long time ago, and it's full of black history!"

Ke Mingye cried and screamed while quickly reaching out his hand, trying to grab the diary in Ke Xiaomo's hand, but was blocked by Ke Xiaomo with his other hand.

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

"It's over, it's all over." Ke Mingye held his forehead and sighed, "Let me make it clear that although I wrote in my diary that I had a crush on a boy in the same class when I was a child, it was because the boy looked too much like a girl. In fact, my sexual orientation is very normal. There has never been a similar situation since then."

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

"That was about junior high school. I did skip classes and surf the Internet often, but my grades at that time were always in the top 20 in the grade, which was not bad. You won't complain to your mother about this?"

"No, I'm not talking about this either." Ke Xiaomo shook his head.

"What was that?"

"This."

As he said that, Ke Xiaomo casually opened the diary and turned to the page with the "tea bookmark".

This tea leaf was his usual bookmark, which the sect master picked from Yingfan Mountain and gave to him. He usually carries it with him and often uses it when reading. Now it is used to mark Ke Mingye's "criminal record".

After turning the page, he slowly turned the diary and pointed the page towards Ke Mingye. It was as if he was signaling him to look at the content on the page.

Ke Mingye's right hand holding Coke trembled slightly, and he stared at the words on the page.

June 5:

According to my current research on myself, I have three main abilities.

The first ability is to accumulate a certain energy by turning my arms in circles, and then I can make different attacks according to my gestures. However, this ability is not very practical in battle. It feels quite stupid from the perspective of passers-by, and it is very uncool. It is best to hide it... Well, being handsome is more important than anything else;

The second ability is to instantly burn a flame on the fist, making my fist faster. The principle of this ability is not yet known, but fortunately it will not hurt my hand;

The third ability is to instantly exchange positions with a target within a ten-meter range. It cannot be an object, but must be a person;

As for whether this range is ten meters, it has not been accurately tested yet. Maybe I should find time to measure it. But this ability must be released on humans. It is a bit unethical to test it on anyone on the street. Last time, I almost scared the classmate who bullied me to death. But it was quite satisfying.

Summary.

A superpower with three superpowers. Even among superpowers, I am considered to be one of the most gifted. Haha, it turns out that my brother is a genius picked out of millions.

Although the most terrifying superpower known to date has five superpowers, there are only two more than me.

In life, you never know what will happen in the next second.

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

I really want to join the Super Hero Roundtable and maintain law and order together with Green Crow, Zeus, and the two-dimensional swordsmen. Just thinking about it makes me so excited.

Having said that...

Is it possible that besides me, there are other people with super powers in the family, or am I the only one with super powers in the whole family?

Could it be that my former father and mother also had superpowers?

Otherwise, how could I be a superpower?

However, the superhuman race textbook says that even if the parents are ordinary people, there is a small chance that the child will become a person with super powers.

From this point of view, my awakening does not seem to have much to do with genes. After all, my previous mother and father’s results in the superhuman genetic test were both ordinary people. That was a test provided by the Superhero Association, so it’s impossible to fake the results...

Speaking of which, what should I do with the next superhuman genetic test?

If my father and mother find out, then I will be finished immediately. Even as a vigilante, it's considered a light thing if he doesn't get dragged into a family meeting for two or three days.

What to do?

I'll find a way to get into the Superhero Association and see if anyone in the association can help me hide the results of the next superhuman genetic test, as long as I don't let anyone at home know about it.

Now that I have awakened my powers, does this mean that I can become a superhero like Qingya?

Someone on the Internet calculated based on the timeline that Qingya had already put on a mask and became a vigilante when he was about 16 years old, which is exactly the same age as me now.

But even if you want to be a vigilante, the most basic thing is to at least have a decent uniform, right?

Haha, I remember that there are services for customizing superhero suits on some superhero dark webs. Although the workmanship is very rough and they only make money for fools, it should be enough for me at this stage.

I ordered a set to try. To be on the safe side, I asked netizens to purchase them for me to avoid my mom and dad discovering my consumption records.

Let me go, is this what it feels like to hide your identity in front of your family? Being a superhero is so exciting.

But it’s cool.

After reading the text in the diary, Ke Mingye thought to himself that the date marked was very misleading. He deliberately set the date of this diary one month ago, pretending that it was written at a time before the player appeared. Second Brother Then there will be no doubt that I am a player.

After all, players cannot seize the body of a superhuman race.

According to the diary, I had awakened my powers a month ago, so naturally I couldn't be a player.

Coupled with the test of the brain imaging helmet, it is basically impossible for the second brother to doubt that I am a player anymore.

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

Under the streetlight, Ke Xiaomo stared at Ke Mingye's face calmly, and asked in the same calm tone.

Ke Mingye swallowed a gulp of water, his Adam's apple rising and falling.

"No, brother, you misunderstood."

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, smoothed his forehead that was soaked in cold sweat with his hand, and then explained.

"This is just a game our class is playing, called 'Superhero Pretend Diary'. It means imagining that you are a superhero, writing a diary, and then exchanging it with your classmates."

He paused: "There is also a classmate who will be the judge and give scores to the diaries submitted by everyone to see who writes the most interesting and close to reality. The person with the highest score in the end can receive other entries. It’s basically like writing a novel, you know?”

Ke Xiaomo said word by word: "How come I haven't heard of this game?"

Ke Mingye sighed and replied calmly: "The recent trend among young people. Second brother, what do you, a primitive person, know? We high school students are all like this."

He shrugged, took a guilty sip of Coke, and then said sarcastically: "Haha, no wonder my sister said you are young and mature, oh no, you are a young old man."

Ke Xiaomo stared at Ke Mingye's face, then stretched out his index finger and continued to flip through the diary.

"Then how do you explain the following diary entry?"

Early July 4th:

I feel like I’m almost done with my training, and the battle uniforms I asked netizens to purchase from the dark web have also arrived. Maybe I should take action today.

After discussing it with that netizen, I decided that my future vigilante and superhero codenames would all be "Blue Owl", as opposed to "Blue Crow", as "Owl" means owl.

By the way, what is said online is indeed correct.

The positive feedback from people with superpowers who exercise their bodies is much higher than that of ordinary people. I feel that my strength has become much stronger in just one month, even though I was still a thin dog before.

Now I should be able to knock out those classmates who targeted me with one punch. Last time, that idiot hit me on the back with a basketball. Next time I play basketball, I will hit his head right through.

Forget it, as a superhero you should suppress your selfish desires. The first lesson for superheroes is not to use your superpowers on ordinary people.

Just thinking about it makes me feel very excited. Did Qingya feel like me when he just put on a suit and went out to fight criminals twenty years ago?

Where is the best place to hide the uniform? Hid it somewhere far away from home, otherwise it would be embarrassing if my mother finds it when she comes into my room to clean.

The evening of July 4th:

My grass, my grass, my grass!

Dude, I just killed Lester, the cybernetic robot. It was Lester! I beat Leicester in my first shot. Is this the value of a talented Premier League?

Well, if I hadn't used the transposition ability to make him hit that big truck, I probably wouldn't have been able to beat him.

However, wealth can be found in danger. Since I succeeded, it means that there is no problem with my plan. His foot was injured and he was limping when he walked. It seemed that he had to recuperate temporarily for the past two days.

After becoming a superpower, my body's self-healing ability is many times stronger than before. Logically speaking, this kind of wound will heal automatically in no time.

After defeating Lester, the recently popular dice weirdo appeared.

I really don’t understand what it wants to do. It says it wants to make friends with me, but it’s a fucking villain. If I make friends with it, won’t I be stigmatized as soon as I debut and I won’t be able to clean it up in the future? What?

I only made friends with him because I was mentally ill. To be honest, I don’t understand how many idiots in this city would make friends with dice weirdos. Isn’t that just jumping into a pit of fire?

After that, I was interviewed by Mikaxi, a mixed-race girl who works in self-media. I used to watch her interview videos often, but I didn’t expect that I would appear in the video.

When I got home in the evening, it seemed that my eldest brother and the others had just finished a meeting. I really don’t know what they talked about.

I'm so curious, why on earth did the eldest brother, the second brother, and the others drag the younger sister and younger brother into a meeting in a mysterious manner? Co-author I’m really isolated, huh?

I was so angry that they didn’t take me with them to the meeting.

But my buddy has to go out to fight criminals, so how can he have time to hold meetings with them, haha.

I really wonder what they would think after knowing that they have a superhero in their family? You will definitely think that I am awesome. From now on, I will be the first superhuman in my family.

Damn it, don’t bully a young man into having a poor script.

It got aroused, and after I achieved results, I confessed my identity to them, and immediately my family status was greatly improved, I punched my mother and kicked Bai Zini.

Fast forward to becoming a Roundtable member.

No, my legs hurt so damn much.

Is this the price of being a superhero?

Get some rest. Tomorrow you should be able to see my news going viral all over the internet. I feel like I can’t sleep...

Will it be okay?

Although I have always thought about how great it would be to be a superhero, now it seems that it is actually very stressful. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt that my legs were much better, but I couldn't exercise strenuously, otherwise the wound would burst.

Sure enough, every software has been maxed out by my videos.

What should we do next?

Should this continue?

Now I wonder if it's too late to give up. I've already taken the first step.

Let’s bite the bullet and walk down first. This is my own choice.

Fell asleep.

Ke Mingye held a Coke in his hand and stared dumbly at the contents of the diary. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his forehead was gradually covered with cold sweat.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, his face was pale, and the words in the diary reflected in his pupils were slightly blurry.

Then, before Ke Xiaomo could ask further questions, he strategically took a sip of Coke to cover up his panic, and then explained with an awkward smile.

"Man, this diary was obviously written by me after the Blue Owl appeared on the scene. I was just imagining what kind of psychological reaction I would have if I were the superhero Blue Owl, okay?"

"Really?" Ke Xiaomo asked, "Then you could have guessed the blue owl's power a month ago?"

"Hit by accident."

Ke Mingye hurriedly changed his words mid-sentence: "Oh no, that one was also written after the Blue Owl appeared. I just imitated his perspective and wrote the diary backwards."

As he spoke, he paused slightly for a moment, and then continued to make amends for himself.

"Think about it, doesn't it say that Blue Owl has three powers, but how could he have one power that relies on turning his arms in circles to accumulate power? How stupid, besides, Blue Owl has never demonstrated this power."

Hearing this, Ke Xiaomo lowered his head and took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently rubbed the Tianming point.

After being silent for a while, he slowly raised his head, stared into Ke Mingye's eyes, and spoke gradually in a serious tone.

"Stop pretending, Akeno, this matter is serious, much more serious than you think."

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