Superman's Ending Manual

June 22, 1 pm Beijing time, Minato-ku, Tokyo.

After Ke Mingye and others returned to Zhi Park, they swiped their cards and boarded the train back to the place of departure, the abandoned train station in the old Jingmai neighborhood.

The anti-dog said hello and disbanded the team. The trickster doll left his spare mobile phone with the supermarket owner in the old Jingmai neighborhood.

Then he boarded the bus and blew himself up in a deserted alley in the city next door.

Not long after, Ke Mingye pretended to buy a drink and went downstairs to collect the spare mobile phone.

He lay at home and passed the time for a while. The sky outside the window slowly changed colors, from the bright sun shining at noon, to the sunset at dusk, to the blood-red dusk, and the city ushered in another night.

At this time, the city will usher in a unique moment of charm, and every criminal deed in the past is always born under the cover of night. In the bustling city, among the endless crowds, sinners bared their fangs on the stage made of neon lights, and the superheroes were so busy that they couldn't breathe.

After dinner, Ke Mingye went out for a walk alone, and found an opportunity to release the trick doll.

Before the day of July 4th comes, Ke Mingye needs to strengthen the "Disaster Dice" from D level to C level, and at the same time, in order to increase the wanted level of "Dice Monster" on the official website of the Super League, in order to achieve the target of "Blue Crow" "The main plot node, so he decided to throw a dice on the streets of the city center to see the association's reaction.

Maybe there was a big incident and the Super League Association directly adjusted his wanted level from C level to A level?

So he made the trickster puppet use spider silk to wander through the bustling city. On the way, he stole a gong, a toy drum, and a drum stick from an antique shop in Yandai Commercial Street.

Then he came to the top of the Huanjing Tower, sat on the railing of the exhibition stand, and played with the gadgets in his hands under the blowing of the night wind.

Immediately afterwards, the sudden sound of gongs and drums attracted nearby tourists.

They all raised their heads and looked at the gray figure sitting on the railing in confusion. The moonlight intertwined with the light of the tower and poured onto it, and the corners of its grinning mouth could still be seen from dozens of meters away.

"Hey, I'm a dice geek. You guys should know me. I'm in the hot search today."

As he spoke, the puppet leaned down and leaned down, placing the gong, drum sticks and the little-used toy drum on the floor of the exhibition stand.

Then he turned around and looked down at the crowd at the bottom of the tower with empty eyes.

The puppet shook its legs and tilted its head and said: "I am going to carry out a terrorist attack here. In twenty seconds I will throw a dice. I don't know what will happen, so I advise you to It’s better to stay away from here.”

After saying that, it began to count down unilaterally: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

The countdown sounded in mid-air. Ke Mingye adjusted the trickster puppet's voice to the maximum, almost as loud as a trumpet, so every number fell clearly into the ears of the citizens.

Immediately afterwards, a herd-like escape was quickly triggered. Amidst the ear-piercing screams, tourists near the Huanjing Tower evacuated from the bottom of the tower.

"three……"

"two……"

"one……"

Ke Mingye lowered his eyes and looked at the passers-by on the street casually. At the same time, he deliberately slowed down the rhythm of reading out the numbers to prevent some people from having time to evacuate.

Finally, after he glanced around to confirm that there was no one at the bottom of the tower, he released the D-level skill - [Disaster Dice].

A blood-red dice appeared in his hand.

He picked up the dice, stretched out his arms forward, loosened his fingers, and let the dice sink towards the bottom of the tower.

Then he stood up slowly, kicked off his feet on the railing, and submerged himself into the neon-lit city. He then shot out a spider web to a high place, grabbing the spider silk and swinging it in the night sky.

The howling cold wind stabbed his cheek like a gouge, and an icy sound sounded in his ears.

[The current D-level skill - "Disaster Dice" has been used a total of 2 times. This skill will undergo a qualitative change after being used 10 times in total (process: 2 times/10 times)]

[The D-level skill "Disaster Dice" has been released. The six events extracted from the event library this time are——

Number ①: A huge turtle will climb the Huanjing Tower;

Number ②: A historically famous Dead band appears playing songs on the street;

Number ③: A giant mole emerges from the ground and starts digging holes in the street;

Number ④: It will rain next;

Number ⑤: A group of mechanical giants will appear on the street and start parading;

Number ⑥: Someone will pull the trigger towards the back of your head. 】

"Hey, what the hell is going on when someone pulls the trigger on the back of my head?" The trickster doll raised a non-existent eyebrow.

Boom...

The red and black metal dice fell rapidly from the sky and hit the ground, making a crisp sound on the empty road.

The dice hit the ground and kept ejecting, flying up to more than four meters once. This was repeated for two or three rounds before slowly stopping.

The number that finally stays on the side facing upward is...③.

[The event represented by number ③ has been triggered: A giant mole emerged from the ground and started digging holes in the street. 】

At this moment, in order to avoid being caught by the green crow, the Trickster Doll has moved far away from the Huanjing Tower, but he can hear the sound of earthquakes in the distance, as well as the low roar of some kind of giant beast, and the screams of people. The sound kept coming.

Ke Mingye was curious about who would take action to solve the giant mole, so he took out his phone with his main body and logged onto the Gray Pigeon dark web.

As expected, since he appeared as a dice monster on the Beijing Ring Tower, there have been peepers on the dark web who have started to live broadcast this incident.

In the city of lights and wine, neon lights overshadow the moonlight and render every corner of the street.

The peeper pointed the camera upwards, and the person who appeared on the screen was the superhero "Ink Writer". At this moment, Ink Writer was standing on the top of an oriental dragon formed by the convergence of ink.

The ink dragon has two antler-like horns on its head, its eyes are blank, and the long whiskers on both sides of its mouth flutter in the wind. Its four feet and sixteen claws are swaying slowly.

It has no wings, but its body sways in the air like a swaying black and white wave.

The ink writer in a white battle robe stood overhead, attracting the crowd's attention. His fans pointed at his back and screamed loudly, all holding up their phones. The flashes when taking photos seemed to light up the night sky of the city.

The only superhero dressed like this in the entire Beijing Ring Fair, apart from him, might be the villain "Fly Immortal". These days, people pay attention to cultural and spiritual heritage. It is not easy to gain popularity as a superhero who is too foreign, and it is not politically correct. It is easy to attract fans with some Chinese elements, so his agency designed his heroic image like this.

Ke Mingye has seen the information panel of "Ink Writer".

This is also a character from the Ninja Sect. But for some reason, he later developed into a superhero. The power he uses comes from the secret techniques passed down by the Ninja Sect, not superpowers.

The popularity of Moxiejia in the Beijing area can be seen from the number of bullet comments on the Huigezi dark web. If Qingya is the epitome of the negative impression of superheroes, then Moxiejia is the epitome of the positive impression. He is clean and upright, often participates in various public welfare activities, and is willing to cooperate with the official promotion of national culture.

When he has nothing to do, he will live-stream his ink paintings on the Internet, or write with an ink pen. Each word of his work is worth a thousand gold. Moxiejia's reputation and strength are there. As long as his works appear at the auction, they can at least be hyped up to a figure of more than one million. He is worthy of being a frequent visitor to the Beijing-Aristocratic Auction.

Seeing that the screen was filled with dense fonts, Ke Mingye opened the settings and blocked all bullet comments.

I saw that the camera of the peeping photographer captured two figures, one of which was the magical girl Huijin, who was sitting on the handle of Cinderella's umbrella and flew from the corner of the sky.

This Gothic magic girl changed her appearance today. She no longer held up her umbrella, but sat on the handle of the umbrella like a witch sitting on a broom.

The neon lights of the city brushed her snow-white face, and the wind from the night sky lifted her bright hair like lead powder, but she lowered her eyes, and her pupils showed a cold edge.

As for the other figure captured by the camera of the peeping photographer, it was located directly above the Ring Tower.

That was the spiritualist Black Wukong who was stepping on a dark cloud.

She looked at the mole from a distance. The scarlet eyes behind the monkey mask glowed with a strange color under the night moon, and the silver and black hood fluttered in the wind along with the metal long clothes.

"Please... am I so popular?"

Seeing the two sisters in the same frame again after a week, Ke Mingye knew in his heart that they were all here to settle accounts with him, so he silently closed the dark web.

He focused on manipulating the trickster puppet, shuttling between cities at a faster speed, and gradually reduced the use of spider silk to move. In order to avoid being caught by others before the spider silk melted. With his current physical attributes, the puppet can easily jump ten meters with his feet, and it is not a problem to cross between high-rise buildings.

Not long after, the trickster puppet jumped from the glass curtain wall of a skyscraper and approached the empty No. 7 viaduct infinitely.

He shot a spider web towards the bottom of the bridge, then held the spider silk with one hand, and hung upside down under the bridge, quietly looking at the brightly lit city in the distance.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the giant mole summoned by the disaster dice was fighting with the ink-stained Oriental dragon. The roars of the two beasts spread across the sky, drowning out the noisy news and advertisements. The gushing ink color briefly engulfed the neon lights of the city, and the colorful neon lights were dimmed by the ink-colored giant.

Finding that it could not defeat it, the giant mole tried to drill into the hole in the street, but the magic girl Hui Jin directly used a big move as soon as she arrived.

Perhaps because the opponent was not human, she directly pointed the tip of Cinderella's umbrella at the mole that tried to escape from the ground.

In an instant, a beam of gorgeous light rushed out from the tip of the umbrella, as if thousands of gray roses bloomed together, and as if a gray beast stretched out its claws that covered the sky and the sun. At that moment, the world seemed to be dyed gray, and all the neon colors were shrouded in gray magic.

Countless electronic signs lost their signals, and along with the giant screens on the high-rise buildings, they went black, as if a dark cloud covered the world and took away the rest of the colors.

In just a moment, it pierced through the back of the mole, and blood gushed out like a waterfall. The nearby high-rise buildings were dyed a sad red, standing side by side like blood-red giants.

"Where's Black Goku?"

The trickster puppet was not surprised by the strange sight in front of him, but was more curious about where the other guest had gone, so he wiped his mouth with his hand and carefully observed the sky above the city.

Just as the thoughts came to an end, from the sky, a very dangerous person, riding a dark cloud, swept down and stopped under the No. 7 elevated bridge around Beijing.

The trickster puppet turned his head to look at her, holding the spider silk with one hand, waving at her with the other hand, with a grin on his face.

"Isn't this our classmate Sun Wukong... Long time no see, I miss you so much."

Please give me a monthly ticket, forget it if you don't give it to me.