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, top speed 18 meters per second.

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

His body structure could maintain excellent flexibility while being more resilient than solid wood.

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

All these traits proved he had reached a terrifying, inhuman state.

In the pre-Collapse ancient civilization, devoid of 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.

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

‘Pity—against those with supernatural abilities, this level is utterly inadequate. The power still isn’t enough.’ Fang Can silently shook his head.

Each supernatural ability was bizarre beyond measure; even the most powerful could not be certain of standing alone against the entire world.

No one knew if some ability existed that could perfectly counter their own.

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

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

But because most light sources were scattered and refracted, this absorption rate was far slower than direct sunlight.

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

Without another word, after several kilometers, Fang Can opened his door to find a figure like a fairy seated cross-legged on the cold ceramic floor, meditating under the moonlight.

In 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 suspected his fate had arranged their meeting with ill intent.

He almost thought 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, playing matchmaker to find him a partner?

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

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

But as if sensing his return, Jiang Ningan ended her meditation and slowly opened her eyes: ‘You’re back.’

Though her expression remained calm, Jiang Ningan felt a sigh of relief inside—Fang Can had not reported her.

Even though she chose to trust him, the instinctive suspicion toward someone she’d known for only one night still surfaced occasionally.

Now, Fang Can’s behavior proved she had not misjudged him, softening the previously rigid tension between them.

‘Hmm, looks like you didn’t go out today,’ Fang Can nodded approvingly. ‘Now 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 made a qualitative leap in his martial cultivation.

‘How is that possible? An illusion.’ Jiang Ningan dismissed it internally.

Physical refinement is a slow, grinding process; even someone as brilliant as her had trained for a full year to 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.

In theory and practice alike, 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 Transmigrator Can Pass as a Modern Human.’

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

But Fang Can needed a way to help a native integrate into modern society; this video happened to be perfect.

Under Jiang Ningan’s dazed gaze, Fang Can guided her into the gaming chair: ‘Watch this entire hour-long video. Afterward, you’ll understand the basic state of this country.’

Jiang Ningan nodded blankly, watching the serious-faced video creator on screen, and began to learn earnestly.

Fang Can watched Jiang Ningan, absorbed in learning modern knowledge, her face occasionally lighting up with 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 videos to teach her 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 Mortal Body is a divine process—once a martial artist sheds their mortal form entirely, they revert to a primordial state. Except for certain specialized systems, most can sever dependence on food.

Though it might disappoint some netizens, theoretically, a beautiful girl after Transformation of the Mortal Body shouldn’t defecate at all?

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.

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

During Fang Can’s training, all supernatural beings in the entire Z City received orders from their superior, Dragon Unit, demanding evacuation within one night.

Though they didn’t know what their superiors planned, these individuals still evacuated in orderly fashion, dragging along their wives, concubines, and entire households.

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

(End of Chapter)