Superman Termination Manual

Looks like I've run into a Superhero team?

Blue Owl thought as he looked up and took in the three people who were approaching him.

The superheroes' code names were "Platinum Wing," "Telekinesis Nun," and "Mechanical Vanguard." The naming was quite standardized, somewhat tacky, but easy to remember. Probably the work of some agency branding, tailored to follow internet trends.

As for that Qi'an Cultist who caused trouble in the church, he was knocked out by the superhero known as "Mechanical Vanguard," then handcuffed by the police and carried into a police car.

"Thank you for holding out for so long, or we'd have had many more casualties by the time we got here."

Telekinesis Nun said as she put down the child she was holding and handed them over to the police.

Platinum Wing decreased the vibration of his wings, descending slowly from mid-air and stepping onto the marble ground.

As he walked toward Blue Owl, he said, "Blue Owl, right? I've seen you online. You've been quite popular lately, didn't expect to meet you in person."

Blue Owl shrugged nonchalantly, "Fame is but wind, didn't you see how that guy wielding the cross made me jump around?"

Telekinesis Nun said, "The police said that you got hit by that Qi'an Cultist because you were protecting them, otherwise he wouldn't have had the upper hand on you like that."

As she spoke, she turned to glance at the police officer standing by the car: "The officer you saved just now said he wanted to thank you, he's right there."

She pursed her lips, signaling Blue Owl to look that way.

Blue Owl turned his head, and the officer took off his cap to nod at him, his lips moving as if to say something. Blue Owl just waved dismissively and turned back to the three of them.

When he turned around, he found himself eye to eye with Mechanical Vanguard, it was quite startling.

Mechanical Vanguard had been silent the whole time, just standing quietly next to the Nun and bird man, his gaze fixed on Blue Owl with a cold, almost lifeless stare.

Honestly, Blue Owl wasn't keen on this Lester 2.0 character, especially since the guy was a tool sent by the Anomaly Control Bureau to the Superhero Association. Being stared at like that only irked him more.

"Is he always like this?"

Blue Owl pointed to Mechanical Vanguard and asked the other two in a low voice.

"Uh..." Platinum Wing laughed awkwardly, "Actually, we just met him too, not very familiar."

"He's our teammate, we're a team." Telekinesis Nun stated plainly, "My code name is 'Telekinesis Nun,' this bird man is 'Platinum Wing,' and the other one is 'Mechanical Vanguard.'

"I told you not to call me bird man," Platinum Wing sighed.

"Isn't it much better than Platinum Wing?"

Blue Owl looked at the three of them and shrugged, muttering, "All's good, team, although I think superheroes ought to fight solo."

Platinum Wing watched him, asking curiously, "By the way, have you really not considered joining the Superhero Association? Our boss mentions you quite often."

"Mention me?" Blue Owl raised an eyebrow. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Platinum Wing nodded and smiled, "He said your superpower is to swap places with a target and that it's very valuable in combat. If you joined the Superhero Association, he would do everything in his power to recruit you."

"Wow, I don't know your boss, but I appreciate such a high opinion of me."

Blue Owl said, scratching his bird beak.

Telekinesis Nun asked, "Speaking of which, that ability to shoot fire from your fists, is it from your equipment, or is it your superpower?"

Blue Owl found this question a bit tricky to answer.

According to the superhuman course, there indeed are Superpower Users who possess multiple superpowers, and among Superpower Users, these anomalies are not uncommon.

But if he claimed it was one of his superpowers, that meant "Solar Fist" would have to occupy a slot in his skill set for a quite a long time.

The skill set could only hold a maximum of 10 skills, and it was inevitable that he would have to replace such a low-tier skill eventually.

Yet, if he claimed otherwise, saying the power of "Solar Fist" came from his equipment, it would seem implausible for him to have such powerful gear, given that he was just a poor high school student.

This was indeed a dilemma.

After thinking about it for a moment, Blue Owl decided to claim it as a superpower, since that was still manageable: he could just keep Solar Fist in his skill set temporarily, and later on look for high-tier skills with similar characteristics and effects to replace it.

Blue Owl placed one hand on his hip and said slowly, "Eh, actually, I do have more than just the 'swap places' superpower. That fiery fist is also one of my superpowers."

"Dual superpowers? That's quite rare."

Platinum Wing raised an eyebrow, surprise showing in his eyes.

Telekinesis Nun gave him a look, saying, "There have been people in the world with four or five superpowers simultaneously, what's so strange about two?"

Mechanical Vanguard nodded, still a silent listener, without intruding.

"Anyway, I still have to try to recruit you on behalf of our boss. He said if we met you, we must invite you to join the Superhero Association, and this is his business card."

Platinum Wing smiled, revealing a row of pearly white teeth as his right hand took out a business card and handed it to Blue Owl.

Blue Owl took the card: "Okay, I'll consider it, but the premise is I have to want to join the Superhero Association." Saying this, he looked down at the card; the name on it was "Che Zhengchen."

Ke Mingye had seen his name online; this was an Association executive who had mentored numerous generations of new superheroes. It was said that Grey Pigeon's affairs within the Superhero Association were managed by this "Che Zhengchen" as well.

Damn, seems a bit ominous, huh? Isn't this just setting me on the same path as Grey Pigeon, fast-forwarding to being dismembered by Timekeeper and hung from Superhero Tower as a humiliation to dear old dad.

Even though Blue Owl thought this, he still gave the three of them face, casually placing the business card into his uniform pocket, together with his phone.

"You don't want to join the Superhero Association?" Platinum Wing asked in surprise, "Or is there some issue with your identity? If that's the case, our boss can help you resolve it, he's mentioned this before."

"No, no, no, my vigilantism is just a call of justice." Blue Owl shook his head and sighed, "Being a superhero is different, with PR firms, Association tasks, media pressure... I can't handle all that."

"Don't say that, if you join the Association you'll have teammates, and your teammates will share the burden with you in the future."

As he said this, Platinum Wing reached out and patted Blue Owl's shoulder, corners of his mouth curving up: "Who knows, maybe after you join the Association, we'll end up on the same team."

Upon hearing this, Blue Owl turned his head, glancing casually at the reporters who were swarming towards them.

He said, "Alright, let's not discuss that possibility for now. Anyway, I have to go, and you need to report to the Superhero Association, don't waste time on me."

Having said that, he suddenly lifted his gaze toward the spire of the church. In that instant, a dark figure flitted through the air amidst a flurry of crows and then vanished.

Only a few solitary crow feathers fluttered down from the spire of the church, slowly settling on the statues.

"So tsundere... this old guy," thought Blue Owl.

"It's Qing Ya!" Platinum Wing shouted, pointing toward the sky, "I hadn't even noticed him before!"

"Has he been observing us all along?"

The Telekinetic Nun asked with a frown.

Mechanical Vanguard nodded his head and spoke for once: "All along."

"I didn't notice him either," Blue Owl shrugged and said slowly, "Maybe he's here to see if this imitator is worthy of wearing a battle suit similar to his."

Platinum Wing looked at the crow feathers slowly descending from mid-air and let out a deep sigh: "What a shame, I've always wanted to meet him, get a photo together."

"Be careful he doesn't smash your phone, and you want a photo," the Telekinetic Nun sighed with a hand to her forehead.

"Blue Owl, have you ever met Qing Ya?"

Platinum Wing still seemed somewhat excited as he asked.

I see him all the time, even share meals with him, thought Ke Mingye.

"I've only seen him on TV... but I really admire him. Once, when a gang of thugs broke into my brother's school, they held a gun to his head to threaten the police to leave the school," said Blue Owl.

Blue Owl paused for a moment, his eyes filled with adoration. "It was then that Qing Ya swooped down from the sky and saved my brother."

He scratched his nose, "I only knew about it because I eavesdropped on my parents talking in the kitchen. Since then, I've held the idea of imitating Qing Ya to become a vigilante fighting against criminals."

"So that's how it is..." said Platinum Wing with a hint of emotion, "Mr. Qing Ya will definitely notice you as well."

Upon hearing this, the Telekinetic Nun chimed in with a thoughtful tone: "But getting noticed by that kind of person might not be a good thing, I hope you think it over. It wouldn't be a bad idea to change your costume and emblem before you join the Association."

"No need, I have my own ideas," Blue Owl shook his head and started walking toward the woods shrouded in nightfall, "Well then, goodbye, everyone."

"I hope the next time we meet will be at the Superhero Association," Platinum Wing placed a hand on his hip, shouting toward his retreating figure, "Our boss really likes you, and he won't let you down."

"Seeing your enthusiasm, I'll think about it,"

After finishing his sentence, Blue Owl waved without turning back and his figure faded into the night, vanishing from sight.

"I always feel like he's not very reliable..." the Telekinetic Nun wrapped her arms around herself, watching Blue Owl's departing figure, "Someone like him is probably better off as a lone ranger."

"Since Che has said so, we should make an effort to recruit him," Platinum wing scoffed, "Let's go, we need to submit the mission to the Association."

The moment he finished speaking, he unfurled his steel-like, silver-white giant wings behind him, turning his head to ask the Telekinetic Nun and Mechanical Vanguard.

"Need a lift?"

They hesitated for a moment and then both silently extended their hands. Platinum Wing grinned, grabbed their hands, and with a powerful flap of his wings, whipped up a howling gust.

Suddenly, like a shell shot into the night sky, they soared and in a matter of moments disappeared among the clouds.