Chapter 101: Protect Your Nine Clans!

Make all the slave owners of the world unite…

Slave owners, unite!!!

Unite???

Fang Can's mind kept echoing those words, his brain buzzing hollowly.

After all, this was his first time joining a superpower organization; seeing the talkative Li Huowang before him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Especially the seriousness in the man's eyes, the unwavering gaze—it was unbelievable.

"Alright, though your thoughts are a bit extreme, you can correct them later—I'll keep this evil idea of yours secret." Li Huowang chuckled, slapping Fang Can on the chest.

"After all, we can't be like traitors and collaborators—we superpowered ones are rare as hen's teeth; we simply can't afford infighting."

Strange… bizarre…

Looking at Li Huowang's demeanor, a strange feeling rose in Fang Can's heart.

How to describe this feeling Li Huowang gave off?

It was like a vicious, merciless villain who ran wild outside, slaughtering freely, grinning stupidly at you, wholeheartedly agreeing with you, and treating even the fiercest disagreements as mere scolding and education.

It was just weird…

A feeling of wanting to rant but having nowhere to start—after all, while superpowered ones were beasts, they truly treated you like one of their own.

Just a few words of conversation had an enormous impact on Fang Can—he felt he had completely redefined the superpowered community.

"Do all superpowered ones think like this?" Fang Can asked instinctively.

"Of course not—we've got bad apples among us," Li Huowang whispered.

"Among the superpowered ones I know, some aren't united at all; if Ji Laoda hadn't said to leave them be, I'd have already gone and punched them senseless."

"Now those guys have each carved out a few cities for themselves and refuse to communicate—utterly isolated."

"If it weren't for Ji Laoda keeping them in check, they'd all be forming little cliques within our superpowered community."

"We only have a few thousand in total—if we don't unite, are we going to end up like the X-Men mutants, getting picked apart by the base masses?" Li Huowang said seriously.

This is recorded in X-Men too!

Fuck, why do superpowered ones in almost every work keep fighting among themselves? Why do they split into lawful and chaotic?

Either become dogs to the powerless masses, or fight until both sides are destroyed?

With such power, why not just get along and unite to rule the whole country?

The more fiction he consumed, the more Li Huowang despised such betrayal.

Damn it!

Listening to Li Huowang's explanation, a flicker of understanding passed through Fang Can's eyes.

It seemed the current equality was promoted by the strongest superpowered ones, led by Ji Donglai.

But if that power guarantee vanished—say, if Ji Donglai met with an accident—this unbreakable alliance of slave owners might fracture.

Realizing he'd said too much, Li Huowang cleared his throat twice.

"You wanted to use my superpower to cultivate, right? Make a list of my abilities—I'll let you see which ones can help you."

Fang Can said sincerely: "Thank you."

"No big deal—we're bros, help each other out." Li Huowang waved his hand. "By the way, your nine clans haven't been killed yet, have they?"

Fang Can frowned, sensing something off: "Why are you asking that? Don't tell me you can't kill F Superman's nine clans, so you're thinking of killing mine?"

"Of course not—I just want you to watch out for other superpowered ones seeking revenge on your nine clans."

Li Huowang explained: "At least thirty percent of superpowered ones are as solitary as Batman—most can't even find a pair of healthy parents."

"My ability is to steal others' superpower shares, so the stolen will feel it clearly—if they get angry and realize their power weakened because they were helping you cultivate…"

"Then you must protect your nine clans," Li Huowang said meaningfully.

"Is the risk that high?" Fang Can was utterly speechless—this superpowered one's nine clans were way too dangerous.

"Of course! Take me, for example—I love pulling stunts. Every time I pull one on those guys, they want to kill my nine clans—but they can't, so aren't they furious?" Li Huowang grinned.

"Take you, for instance," Li Huowang said. "I originally planned to give you a hard time, but because of your luck ability, my clones of Tang San died in droves, so I never came to bother you."

"Then I realized you're a genius at pulling stunts—next time you pull one, don't forget to bring me along."

"But why can't I see your luck ability? I can only copy this 'Unyielding Resolve' ability—what's going on?" Li Huowang scratched his head, puzzled.

'Can't see my ability?' Fang Can's heart jolted instinctively—could this guy not perceive his Fuyi Tailai ability?

Was it because his ability level was too high? Or was his talent outside the scope of superpowers altogether?

Various theories flashed through Fang Can's mind; he evaded: "I don't know what's going on. But why did you come today? To deliver women?"

"Oh oh oh, I got so carried away I forgot!" Li Huowang slapped his forehead.

"I've prepared a hundred women—different appearances, personalities, outfits, body types—all top-tier beauties from New Nation, one in a million. They're all waiting for you in the villa complex behind you—go enjoy yourself."

"And with your skinny arms and legs, if you ever need help, call me—I've got your back."

As he spoke, he elbowed Fang Can. "In a few days, I'll take you to see one of my stunts—let you know what the Infinite Protagonist Project really is."

"Infinite Protagonist Project?" Before Fang Can could ask for details, Li Huowang snapped his fingers: "I summon F Superman to possess me."

The next instant, his body transformed into F Superman's form, then shot straight into the sky and vanished before Fang Can's eyes.

"This guy," Fang Can sighed helplessly—he thought this was way too otaku and erratic, his mental age even younger than his own.

"But…" Fang Can turned his gaze backward—before him stood a villa complex, roughly thirty to forty villas, each with two maids standing at the entrance.

With his sharp vision, Fang Can saw photos taped to each door—some had two, some three.

The faces in those photos were all on par with heavily filtered, retouched online images—absolute goddesses in real life.

'So… each villa holds one target? Feels like walking into a harem.'

After a moment's thought, Fang Can chose the nearest villa and walked inside.

(End of chapter)