Chapter 100: The Union of Slave Masters!

'The King of Trash?'

Fang Can’s eyes flickered with confusion—he had never heard this superpower user’s title before.

Of course, different superpower users choose differently; some opt not to display their abilities publicly.

After all, not every superpower user’s ability is impressive; some can only light a fire, and without their superpower status, they might not even beat an ordinary person.

So at least half of all superpower users choose not to reveal their identities.

Seeing the other man’s outstretched hand, Fang Can instinctively shook it; in the King of Trash’s eyes, an invisible light flashed.

Ability anchored: 【Unyielding Resilience】

Description: The closer one is to death, the faster their physical recovery speed becomes

Rank: ???

Borrowable ratio: 1%

…

'Huh, what kind of superpower is this 【Unyielding Resilience】? Isn’t his ability just good luck?'

The King of Trash stared at the displayed superpower, puzzled.

Whether it was winning the lottery as a child or cursing the Nine Clans of the Strong King to death, it all pointed to luck—so what the hell was this Unyielding Resilience?

'And this ability’s rank is incredibly high.'

The King of Trash flashed a hint of shock.

For example, he could borrow about 40% of F Superhuman’s ability, but that didn’t mean Fang Can’s ability was only forty times stronger than F Superhuman’s.

Because his own ability allowed him to borrow at least 1% of any anchored ability—no matter how powerful, he could always borrow 1%, and there had never been an exception.

The fact that its rank couldn’t be displayed meant this ability was at least a national-level healing power.

Based on comparisons with other national-level ability users, such healing could resurrect even if the body were reduced to atoms.

'Hey, no wonder he’s the top furnace! With this self-healing ability paired with his talent, you could drain him forever and never exhaust him.' The King of Trash marveled inwardly.

'What are you zoning out for?' Fang Can asked, watching the King of Trash stand there dazed after shaking hands.

'Oh, I was just checking out your superpower,' the King of Trash said, withdrawing his hand with a smile. 'My ability lets me borrow others’ superpowers. Please give me your guidance, comrade.'

'Borrowing abilities?' Fang Can frowned, recalling the hand he’d just shaken. 'How much can you borrow? Are the conditions strict?'

'As long as I’ve made contact, I can borrow it—only one at a time. For something like a provincial-level ability, I can borrow four or five tenths; for national-level, maybe up to 2%.' The King of Trash spoke with complete honesty.

'Abilities like yours, with narrow scope and limited to self-use, have absurdly high rank—I can only borrow 1% at most.' The King of Trash laid out his entire superpower without reservation.

He then excitedly added: 'Actually, since Z City was sealed off, I’ve been watching you. Back then I thought you were just some nobody, but I never expected you to be a genius of the Absurd School!'

'Can you show me that again?' The King of Trash reached out eagerly.

'You know, that thing where you pull out your small intestine from your mouth to shake hands, then we take a photo so wild you can see each other’s brains?'

As he spoke, the King of Trash gestured wildly with his hands.

'Sorry, I’m done with abstract nonsense,' Fang Can said flatly, staring at the deranged man before him. Clearly, absurdity only attracts absurdity.

Hearing this, the King of Trash nodded in agreement: 'Exactly. Only unintentional madness counts as true absurdity—that’s the understanding of a master of the absurd.'

'Next time you do something absurd, call me—I want to be an audience member,' the King of Trash said seriously.

'Is this guy mentally unstable?' Fang Can thought silently.

'But you said you can borrow superpowers—what kinds can you borrow?'

'Not many, just a few hundred, really. After they learned my ability, those guys became stingy and refused to shake my hand,' the King of Trash sighed.

'Electricity, healing, spatial teleportation, item appraisal, strength, invisibility—I know a bit of all of them.'

Hearing this, Fang Can’s eyes brightened—he’d been planning to seek out other superpower users to help him cultivate, and here was one right in front of him.

'Do you have any abilities that can increase cultivation speed?' Fang Can asked eagerly.

'I don’t know. I have too many abilities—I only use a few regularly,' the King of Trash said. 'I don’t dare borrow others often. Once, because of two abilities, my whole family was killed.'

Fang Can was stunned: 'What happened?'

'That F Superhuman,' the King of Trash sighed. 'I just borrowed his ability often—he got mad and killed my whole family.'

Fang Can: …

Looking at this teenager who spoke as casually as if discussing tomorrow’s dinner, Fang Can stammered: 'D-don’t you get angry?'

'I was angry, sure. My parents were good to me—they even kowtowed to me the day they found out I was a superpower user,' the King of Trash sighed. 'Then F Superhuman killed them.'

Suddenly, the King of Trash smiled again: 'But death isn’t all bad—he can’t hurt me, so he only took out his anger on my parents. After they died, no matter how much I borrow, they can’t touch me anymore.'

Fang Can fell completely silent at the sight of the King of Trash.

This description didn’t feel like losing parents—it felt like a pet cat had been killed.

'Don’t you want to revenge yourself on F Superhuman?' Fang Can asked.

'Of course I do—I want to kill his parents too. But with his personality, his nine clans were already wiped out by other superpower users before I even had a chance to act,' the King of Trash growled in frustration.

'I mean, don’t you want to kill F Superhuman himself…'

'How can you think like that?' The King of Trash interrupted, frowning. 'He only killed my parents—how could I ever think of killing him?'

'Your thinking is deeply wrong, comrade!' the King of Trash said sternly. 'That’s outright criminal thinking. Don’t ever say that to anyone else.'

'I… criminal thinking?' Fang Can gaped, pointing at himself, stunned to receive such an evaluation.

'What else? Have you forgotten everything you learned in school?'

'Where did you store all that kindness, humility, respect, and frugality they taught you?'

The King of Trash emphasized: 'No matter how good those biological parents were to you, they’re still your slaves—sheep to be herded. Only superpower users are true comrades.'

'If another slave master kills your sheep, a fight’s fine—but you actually want to kill him? That’s moral decay.'

'Ji Laoda once said: unite all superpower users—no infighting.'

(End of chapter)