Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 585 - 280 Divine Communicator - The First

Chapter 585: Chapter 280: Divine Communicator – The First Appearance of Nezha (Part 1) Chapter 585: Chapter 280: Divine Communicator – The First Appearance of Nezha (Part 1) Ke Mingye opened his eyes and saw the daily system notification panel, the eye-catching red font especially “Extinction of Superhumans” had the effect of a morning pick-me-up, as if a hot cup of coffee had been thrown at his face, not wanting a sip but getting choked by it regardless.

[Good morning, Mr. Player, today is August 24th, 2028, there are 298 days left until the ultimate task “Extinction of Superhumans” deadline ends.]

Ke Mingye muttered: “No casualties, long live peace, those red-name players really ought to die.” Saying this, he lifted his finger to close the

[You have received a message from player “Fan Quan”.]

[Fan Quan: The Divine Communicator costume you spoke of can’t be made in a jiffy, and my collaboration with that person is also about to end. However, he still has one leftover combat suit, which was supposed to be made for a supervillain in the past, but that villain was killed by a superhero before he could collect the suit.]

[Failed Man: Killed?]

[Fan Quan: Yes, killed. Here is the design, see if it suits your taste.]

[Failed Man: Received.]

[Fan Quan: (image)]

Ke Mingye yawned, tears of sleepiness in his eyes, and got up from the bed. Bending his waist slightly, he squinted at the design sent by Fan Quan.

“Ha… is it that cool?”

He stared at the image of the combat suit, his eyes widening and sleepiness dispelling as he hopped onto the floor, leaving the room to enter the bathroom. While picking up a cup and toothbrush, he replied to the message through his thoughts.

[Failed Man: It’ll do, when can I get my hands on it?]

[Fan Quan: Figuring you’d want it, I already stuffed the combat suit into a locker on the platform at the abandoned train station on Old Jingmai Street last night while waiting for you.]

[Failed Man: Cultured person, could you be any more efficient?]

[Fan Quan: Who do you think I am.]

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Ke Mingye chuckled, picturing the pretentious sight of the guy in reality propping up his glasses and flipping through books, then closed the chat panel.

He raised his eyes to the mirror, looking at his pale, thin face that seemed to have gone several nights without sleep, unavoidably looking overly haggard.

He thought, it might be the influence of Nezha taking up residence, or perhaps having too many identities torn apart, or maybe it was the ordeal his mom put him through last night, which led to countless nightmares once asleep, waking up repeatedly during the night and setting an alarm for You Minglu to switch bodies in time.

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What was hair-raising was that one night he woke up intending to switch to Red Hat’s perspective, only to find she had already changed bodies and decently moved the original, about to explode, doll to Wine Reflecting Coast to self-destruct.

But it did save him the nightly worry and effort.

Among the various identities in his mind, apart from Lan Ou, only Red Hat seemed to think of helping to alleviate some of his mental burden.

Ke Mingye was lost in thought, then suddenly opened his mouth and gently exhaled onto his own reflection in the mirror.

Watching a layer of mist slowly fogging over the expressionless cheeks in the mirror, he felt relieved, comforted that the face in the mirror didn’t suddenly start smiling, or that an aberrant foreign object lying in the vacuum of space didn’t start whispering inconceivable words to him, or lean against the mirror and silently howl at him.

However, just as Ke Mingye was beginning to divert his gaze from the mirror with peace of mind, he froze, then hastily lifted his eyes again, only to see a white figure in the mirror. He stared blankly for a moment, then slowly turned his head, toothbrush in mouth, to look at the figure outside the bathroom.

A head with white hair came into view, Bai Ziling stood with her hands folded behind her back, head lowered in thought for a while, then lifted her red eyes to meet his gaze without saying a word.

“Comrade Xiao Ling, you scared me, next time can you make some noise beside me? I almost thought I had crossed into The Grudge world.”

Ke Mingye spoke with his toothbrush still in mouth, his voice muffled, thinking to himself if this was the vampire’s stealth ability, he hadn’t even noticed his little sister had been right outside the bathroom watching him?

Bai Ziling just quietly stared at him.

“Is there something on my face?” Ke Mingye said, shifting his gaze to the mirror.

She suddenly asked: “Has brother been too tired lately?”

“Not really.”

Bai Ziling said, “I always feel… like you are very tired.”

“That’s an illusion,” Ke Mingye said, “Also, a middle school student should stop worrying about a high school student. You’ll understand why I’m tired when you’re in high school.” He paused, “Uh… although I’ve been in school for less than two days.”

The white-haired girl at the door tilted her head, seemingly aware that Ke Mingye was brushing her off, and thus kept silently staring at him, her unemotional red eyes suddenly feeling like a judge’s ruler, making one want to dodge.

Ke Mingye thought for a moment, lifted the water cup to take a sip, then spat the mouthwash into the sink, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He sighed, tilted his head gently like Bai Ziling, looking at the mirrored gray smile, and said indifferently: “A little bit, maybe. Having to handle school work and being a superhero is almost driving me to a mental breakdown.”

Bai Ziling was quiet for a while: “No matter how busy, remember to let yourself rest.”

“Mhmm.”

“Me, sister Ni, and our little brother will help you.”

“Sure sure sure, consider yourself a primary school student.”

“If there’s anything, talk to us.”