Chapter 31: Exterminating Your Entire Nine Generations!
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At dawn, gentle sunlight blanketed Z City.
In the heart of the city, apart from a slight stillness, there was no sign of chaos.
But along the outskirts, a vast crowd of black-clad figures with their faces concealed were smashing, looting, and carrying out their zero-dollar shopping spree.
After all, not everyone wanted peace and stability. Now that the whole of Z City was without laws, there were naturally plenty of people willing to smash, rob, and pillage.
Supermarkets, shops, and jewelry stores in particular had been thoroughly scoured. Being robbed eight times in a single day was considered relatively fortunate.
Yet compared with the disorder beyond the city, the quiet at its center was far more noteworthy.
“My lord, the intelligence on this Fang Can has arrived.”
Inside Z City’s underground base, a researcher handed a stack of documents to the King of Botched Tricks.
The King of Botched Tricks casually accepted the documents and skimmed the first page.
Name: Fang Can
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Home address: No. XX, XX Street, XX Avenue, Z City
Father: Fang Yuan
Mother: Yang Huaqin
Date of birth: …
After briefly scanning the general contents of the page, the King of Botched Tricks tossed the documents aside.
He had no intention of thinking about them and knew perfectly well that analysis was not his strength.
Instead, he looked toward the several external brains before him and said indifferently, “Tell me your analysis.”
A bespectacled man lightly pushed up his glasses.
“According to the information, this youth had never revealed himself to be a superpowered individual before yesterday. Furthermore, up to now, we have found nothing extraordinary about him.”
“In other words, that fellow is a fake superpowered person? Just an ordinary human like his biological parents?” the King of Botched Tricks concluded.
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“No. An analysis of his life history reveals numerous coincidences. For example, several years ago, Fang Can’s father suddenly won tens of millions.”
“According to the records from that year, the winning numbers should not originally have been that combination. He won only because of a staff member’s mistake. If this was not a coincidence, then Fang Can’s ability may be related to luck.”
“But there is another suspicious point. We retrieved surveillance footage from Fang Can’s class yesterday. Those students all turned their heads at the same time without having discussed it beforehand. I suspect he may also possess an ability related to mental suggestion, but that contradicts our previous conclusion.”
“Of course, there is another possibility,” said another bespectacled man.
“Perhaps he truly has only one superpower—the ability to influence fortune. If so, is it possible that his incredible luck allowed him to cross over into another world?”
“Cross over?” the King of Botched Tricks asked hesitantly.
“Yes. What if that was not an ability involving mental suggestion, but rather the manifestation of his inner nature? After all, we have already discovered more than one citizen who crossed over into another world.”
“The only question now is how he managed to train to this level in fewer than seven days,” another analyst said.
“Interesting. A superpowered individual and a martial-arts prodigy?”
The King of Botched Tricks slowly clenched his right fist. “Then I’ll go meet this fellow countryman of mine. If I want answers, I can simply ask him directly. That’ll save time.”
“No, my lord. I actually advise against causing trouble for Fang Can right now.”
“Why? Do you think I can’t deal with that petty thief?” the King of Botched Tricks asked with a frown.
Before the analyst could continue explaining, the King of Botched Tricks’s phone suddenly rang under the gaze of the others.
He had been preparing to leave for Z City. Irritated, he pulled out his phone and answered it.
“What is it? I’m busy right now.”
A panicked voice came from the other end. “Boss, the one thousand Tang San clones we cultivated based on the novel The Douluo Continent suddenly died.”
“What? You’re saying all one thousand Tang Sans are dead? How did they die?”
The King of Botched Tricks was stunned. Could his brilliant plan have died before it had even been put into practice?
“We heard it was caused by an operational error on the part of the laboratory staff. The people involved have already been fired.”
“Damn it, why are we so unlucky?” As he spoke, the King of Botched Tricks suddenly furrowed his brow. “Wait… unlucky?”
“My lord, this is precisely why we advise against your personally taking action,” the analyst beside him explained.
“According to past data, although superpowered individuals with abilities related to fortune possess no specific destructive power, their influence extends over an extremely wide range.”
“There was once a recorded confrontation between a state-level superpowered individual and someone with an ability related to fortune. The outcome was devastating,” the analyst said.
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The King of Botched Tricks raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
The analyst replied, “Although the fortune-based superpowered individual had nothing more than an ordinary human body, when hunted by a state-level powerhouse, he managed to evade capture for three full days before finally being found.”
“In the end, the state-level superpowered individual killed the target. But apart from the superpowered individual himself, every member of the target’s extended family died one after another within those three days.”
“By the time that superpowered individual eventually died, statistics showed that the incident had caused at least ten billion yuan in economic losses.”
“Uh…”
Hearing this, the King of Botched Tricks halted the step he had been about to take and then said, “Forget it. Leave things as they are. Continue monitoring the situation in Z City, and don’t disturb me unless something happens. I’m going back to restart the Infinite Protagonist Project.”
Watching the King of Botched Tricks flee in disarray, the several analysts quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
They did not doubt whether he could kill Fang Can. They were merely worried that during the battle, Fang Can’s extended family—including the analysts who had devised the plan—might be caught up in it and then die one after another through a chain of accidents.
After all, when superpowered individuals fought, destruction came in units of entire extended families. It was terrifying beyond belief.
The fact that they had managed to dissuade him was already the best possible outcome.
Upstairs in the base, Fang Can sensed the sudden strengthening and disappearance of the Fortunes Turn from Adversity effect and was left completely puzzled.
“What danger occurred just now?”
Fang Can looked up at the sky, but there were no falling meteorites or anything of the sort.
After pondering for a long while without finding any danger, Fang Can glanced at his aptitude status, which had returned to normal, and decided to leave the matter alone.
Then, after an afternoon of training, just as he had raised the degree of bodily mutation and alteration to 5.8 percent, someone knocked on the villa’s front door.
He opened it gently and saw the mayor peeking inside with a smile.
“I have fulfilled your request. Everything you wanted has been prepared.”
As he spoke, Fang Can watched the man push a briefcase into the room.
“Young Master Fang, these are the things you requested. I won’t disturb your rest. Contact me again if you need anything.”
The mayor smiled and quietly withdrew from the room.
Fang Can nodded in satisfaction at Mayor Li’s attitude.
When he opened the briefcase, he found several military grenades, a pistol with ammunition, and several full bags of various poisons.
Looking at the contents, Fang Can first picked up one of the bags. Its label bore the scientific name arsenic trioxide—commonly known as arsenic—and there were at least a thousand pellets inside.
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