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Superman Termination Manual

Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— "Superheroes," "magical girls," "ninjas," "aliens," "vampires," "employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ," "dragonkin," "diviners"... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn't a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— "Eradicate the Superhumans." "Eradicate... the superhumans?" Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a "happy" surprise!XD

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228 Chs

Chapter 085: Black Wukong X Dice Monster X Magic Girl Ash (Part 2)

In the night sky, the Deception Puppet was hanging upside-down by a spider thread beneath an overpass, while Black Wukong stood on Somersault Cloud, level with it in the air.

The puppet pouted, "Aren't you even going to say hello to me? That's pretty cold."

Black Wukong remained silent for a long time, then took out a cellphone from the pocket of his metallic coat and began typing on the notepad before turning the screen towards the Deception Puppet.

"What are you up to now?"

"Nothing much," the puppet said, "just got a gambling itch, wanted to casually throw a die, but it seems I threw the wrong one."

Black Wukong continued to type, "That Dice Monster on the official site, was that you?"

"It was me."

"Why did you blow up the traffic lights, and also... summon ten naked men?" Black Wukong typed and asked.

"Uh, gambling itch?" the puppet scratched its cheek.

Black Wukong fell silent for a while, his fingers slowly typing under the metal wrist guard.