Chapter 25: Empty City!

After about half an hour of warm-up in the back mountain, Fang Can set off on his way home.

Along the way, he briefly calculated the physical attributes he had just demonstrated.

His strength was roughly 1.5 tons, maximum speed 18 m/s.

Accelerating from zero to maximum, he covered 100 meters in under seven seconds.

His bodily structure could maintain excellent flexibility while being tougher than solid wood.

Under sunlight, it could sustain Fang Can's full-output combat for at least three hours.

All these traits proved that he had now reached a terrifying, non-human state.

In the pre-Collapse ancient civilization, devoid of any divine miracles, Fang Can's strength and speed meant that to overwhelm him with human waves, at least tens of thousands would die before he fell.

Of course, this assumed sufficient sunlight.

If under a moon obscured by clouds, Fang Can fought to the death, he could kill at most two or three thousand before collapsing.

'Pity—against those psychics, this level is utterly insufficient. The intensity still isn't enough.' Fang Can silently shook his head.

Every psychic's power was bizarre beyond measure; even the most powerful could not be certain of standing alone against the entire world.

Because no one knew if some psychic ability might exist specifically to counter their own.

Watching the bright moon rise after the sun set, Fang Can tilted his head slightly: 'Moonlight… is it just reflected sunlight, right?'

With that thought, the next instant, he felt his body's conversion efficiency slightly increase.

But due to most light being scattered and refracted, this absorption rate was far slower than direct sunlight.

Feeling the change in his body, Fang Can chuckled bitterly: 'Ah, mind over matter.'

Without a word, after several kilometers, Fang Can pushed open his door and saw a figure resembling an immortal, seated cross-legged on the cold ceramic floor, meditating under the moonlight.

By the moonlight, as he closed the door, Fang Can glanced at her face—breathtakingly beautiful.

To be honest, when Fang Can first saw the girl, he seriously doubted his fate had arranged their meeting with ill intent.

He nearly believed she had come to deliver herself to him.

This belief even made him question himself.

Had his inner hunger become so great that fate itself could no longer stand it and had taken action, preparing to play matchmaker for him?

Would his life now unfold into one of those 'Oh no, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls' or 'My girlfriend is from another world' harem plots?

He gently shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and prepared to ignore the girl and continue training his body indoors.

But as if sensing Fang Can's return, Jiang Ningan ended her meditation and slowly opened her eyes: 'You're back.'

Though her expression remained calm, Jiang Ningan internally sighed in relief that Fang Can had not reported her.

Even though she chose to believe him, that instinctive suspicion still occasionally surfaced—after all, he was someone she had known for only one night.

Now, Fang Can's conduct proved she had not misjudged him, subtly softening their previously rigid attitudes.

'Hmm, looks like you didn't go out today,' Fang Can nodded approvingly. 'Next, I'll teach you some basic modern knowledge. Come with me.'

Jiang Ningan nodded obediently and followed Fang Can into the bedroom.

But as she drew near him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed—she sensed a faint, elusive unease. It seemed that in just one night, Fang Can had achieved a qualitative leap in his martial cultivation.

'How is that possible? Must be an illusion.' Jiang Ningan dismissed it internally.

Physical refinement is a slow, painstaking process; even someone as gifted as her had trained for a full year to barely achieve flawless flesh and blood. Such overnight strength gains were impossible.

'Could he really have reached this level in seven days? Surely not.' Jiang Ningan thought it absurd.

Theoretically and practically, this was utterly impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Suppressing the illusion from her mind, the girl followed Fang Can into the bedroom and saw the boy press a button on a metal box—suddenly, light flared.

'What is this?' The girl stared intently at the computer case; she had long wished to understand the wonders of this world.

'Don't rush—you'll know soon enough,' Fang Can replied evasively, turning on the computer and selecting a video titled 'How a Transmigrant Can Pretend to Be a Modern Human.'

Humanity, after all, had taken abstraction to its extreme—every conceivable genre of creation existed.

But Fang Can now needed a way to immerse a native in modern society; this video happened to be perfect.

Under Jiang Ningan's dazed gaze, Fang Can guided her into the gaming chair: 'For the next hour, watch this video fully—you'll understand the basic state of this country.'

Jiang Ningan nodded blankly, watching the video's serious-faced creator, earnestly absorbing the content.

Fang Can watched Jiang Ningan, earnestly learning modern knowledge, occasionally showing expressions of 'So that's how it is,' 'Wow, that's amazing,' and so on:

'I suppose, though the idea that both worlds share the same language is ridiculous, it's incredibly convenient here—no need to waste time on basic communication.'

Fang Can smiled and shook his head, planning to use more videos to teach Jiang Ningan how to use modern furniture after she finished.

'But… do I even need to teach her about the toilet?' Fang Can wondered.

After all, the Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu is a divine process—once a martial artist fully sheds their mortal form, they return to primordial purity. Except for certain specialized systems, most can sever dependence on food.

Though this might disappoint some netizens, theoretically, a beautiful girl after Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu shouldn't defecate, right?

Various thoughts swirled in Fang Can's mind; realizing he had been thinking too much lately, he stepped outside and began slowly practicing the Sixty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique.

Though the Tiger Fiend Sect's technique on his panel had been revised, the Tiger Fiend Sect's Fist Technique still offered valuable physical conditioning—so Fang Can began practicing the Tiger Fiend Fist Technique.

During Fang Can's training, all psychics in the entire Z City received orders from the upper-level Dragon Unit to evacuate Z City within one night.

Though unclear what the higher-ups intended, these psychics still orderly evacuated with their wives, concubines, and entire households in tow.

In just one night, though Z City appeared unchanged on the surface, it had effectively become a psychic-empty city.

(End of Chapter)