Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 251 - 169 Family Meeting Second Loop (3)

Chapter 251: Chapter 169 Family Meeting Second Loop (3)

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

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With a “pop,” the bubbles in the bottle surged up. He quickly caught them with his mouth and then plopped down onto the public wooden bench outside the “7-Seven” supermarket.

“So, Second Brother, what did you want to see me for?”

Under the dim streetlight, he turned his head and asked Ke Xiaomo, who had also seated himself on the public bench.

Ke Xiaomo was silent for a while, sipped some Wong Lo Kat down his throat, the chilled drink flowing into his belly.

Aside from Ke Yinzhi, he didn’t know how many years it had been since he last sat down and really talked with his younger siblings at home, and now he was even somewhat unsure of how to start the conversation.

It was a summer night, and the faint sound of cicadas could be heard from the trees. The fan of the small chain supermarket behind the wooden bench was slowly turning. The incandescent light was emitting a cool glow outward.

The old owner, wearing reading glasses, was sitting behind the counter, fanning his face while scrolling through “Magic Girl” videos on a short-video app.

Ke Xiaomo placed the Wong Lo Kat on the bench and started, “When I was cleaning your room…”

“Wait, wasn’t my room locked?”

Ke Mingye had just sipped his Pepsi and nearly sprayed it out, coughing twice before continuing suspiciously.

“Mom opened it with the key.”

Ke Xiaomo explained expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye sighed and then said sarcastically, “Haha, mom really is invincible, I’m 16 and still have no privacy rights.”

“Then, guess what I found in your room?”

Ke Xiaomo said slowly.

“You didn’t open my computer, did you?”

“No,”

Ke Mingye lifted his Pepsi, took a sip by the mouth of the bottle, and then covered his mouth with the bottle itself, speaking in a muffled voice, “Then there shouldn’t be things like inflatable dolls hidden in my room, right? Not to mention those even more dangerous items. Come on, why do you sound like you caught me doing drugs?”

Upon hearing this, Ke Xiaomo silently reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a journal.

The moment his gaze fell on the familiar sketch journal, Ke Mingye’s face turned pale as though all blood had drained away.

“Not cool, bro, are you sick or something?! Cleaning up a room and you freaking peeked at my journal. I haven’t even been writing in it, that’s all ancient history now, complete cringe fest!”

While whining and fretting, Ke Mingye quickly reached out to grab the journal from Ke Xiaomo’s hand but was blocked by Ke Xiaomo’s other hand.

“Chill, will you?” Ke Xiaomo glanced at him and calmly said, “I’ve seen everything in there. What’s the use of getting it back now?”

“It’s all over, totally over.” Ke Mingye sighed hopelessly, “Just so you know, although the journal mentions that I had a crush on a boy in my class when I was a child, it was ultimately because that boy just looked too much like a girl. My sexual orientation is perfectly normal. It never happened again afterward.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Then it must be about middle school, right? I did skip class to surf the internet quite often, but I was always in the top 20 in our grade, not too shabby, right? You wouldn’t go and snitch about this to mom, would you?”

“No, I’m not talking about that either,” Ke Xiaomo shook his head.

“Then what is it?”

“This.”

As he spoke, Ke Xiaomo casually opened the journal and turned to the page marked by a “tea leaf bookmark.”

This tea leaf was his usual bookmark, given to him by the Sect Master from Shadow Sail Mountain. He generally carried it with him and often used it while reading; now, it was marking Ke Mingye’s “criminal record.”

After turning to that page, he slowly rotated the journal, tilting the page towards Ke Mingye as if to show him the contents on the page.

Ke Mingye’s hand trembling barely perceptibly as it clutched the Pepsi. He narrowed his eyes and read the words on the page.

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June 5:

Based on my current research on myself, my superpowers mainly consist of three abilities.

The first superpower is to accumulate some kind of energy by spinning my arms in circles, which then allows me to perform different attacks based on my hand gestures. However, this superpower isn’t very practical in combat, feels pretty idiotic from an outsider’s perspective, totally lacking in style, better keep it under wraps… yeah, coolness is everything;

The second superpower is to instantly ignite flames on my fists, making my punches faster, and I still don’t know the principle behind this power, but fortunately, it doesn’t harm my hands;

The third superpower is to instantly swap places with a target within a ten-meter radius, it can’t be an object, it has to be a person;

I haven’t precisely tested whether this range is truly ten meters, maybe I should find time to measure it. But this power must be used on humans, randomly testing it on someone on the street feels somewhat morally wrong. Last time it nearly gave that bully from my school a heart attack, but it was quite satisfying.

Summary complete.

With these three superpowers, even among superpower users, I’m probably considered one of those with extraordinary talents, huh, I’m indeed a one-in-a-million genius.

Although the most terrifying known superpower user has a total of five superpowers, that’s only two more than me.

Life, you never know what will happen next.

To think I awakened superpowers at 16 years old, could it be that I was born to be a superhero?

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