Chapter 28: The Leader Sheep

At this moment, with Fang Can’s revelation, the suspicions of these people were fully confirmed.

This invisible pressure was indeed something only a superpower user could possess.

Following it, an intense happiness surged into their hearts.

They had actually been classmates with a superpower user.

Wonderful! It’s the superpower user himself—we’re saved!

Due to lifelong indoctrination in New State, the idea that superpower users are divine had been etched into their bones.

Though not mandatory, certain etiquette classes taught students how to kneel before superpower users, becoming a basic custom.

In their eyes, superpower users were an entirely new species, as if biologically separated from ordinary humans.

So when Fang Can revealed his identity, regardless of what his power was, he had already transcended ordinary people on a Renge level.

For Fang Can, he should have harshly condemned this custom—but unfortunately, the superpower user they were kneeling to was himself.

Fang Can: Kneeling is extreme, but since the people of New State delight in it, I can’t refuse—I’ll just go along.

As for what these classmates thought?

Just thinking they’d spent three years in the same classroom as a superpower user, anyone who could suppress their joy and not even hum was already strong-willed.

Watching the people before him, their bodies trembling with excitement after his revelation, Fang Can spoke calmly:

“I intended to interact with you as an ordinary person, but clearly the current situation doesn’t allow it—I’ve no choice but to reveal myself.”

As he spoke, Fang Can slowly retracted his Xinxiang; after merely dozens of seconds, he felt one-third of it consumed.

The moment he retracted his Xinxiang and its intimidating effect vanished, the class surged forward, reaching out to touch and make close contact with the legendary superpower user.

But just before contact, they recoiled as if shocked.

For without his permission, direct touch was a clear act of overstepping.

Looking at the boy before him, the history teacher spoke first: “Lord Fang Can, what should we do now?”

“Do as you please,” Fang Can said, shaking his head lightly.

“The situation is critical; order could collapse at any moment. I permit you to spread my name and use it to maintain order.”

Fang Can spoke succinctly: the city, aside from lost signals, was unchanged from before—the only problem was the lack of confidence.

It was still less than ten days until Celebration Day; if they could survive it, all order would be restored.

As for whether these people knew how to exploit a powerful name?

No matter—once word spread that Fang Can was a superpower user, countless order supporters would naturally step forward.

Thinking this, Fang Can placed his hand on the history teacher’s shoulder: “Make way.”

Watching the crowd automatically part into two paths, Fang Can walked past them coldly toward the classroom door.

While the history teacher was still stunned that the superpower user had touched him, a student asked: “Lord Fang Can… where are you going now?”

“Home,” Fang Can said without turning back.

“Then… what about us?” a student asked, bewildered.

Fang Can: “Do as you wish.”

Watching the figure leave the classroom, everyone hesitated—but when they heard the chaotic noise from other classes, a girl gritted her teeth and quietly followed Fang Can.

Once the first followed, the second quickly joined; under herd mentality, every student—including the teacher—fell in behind Fang Can.

Fang Can made no response to this situation—neither approving nor opposing—allowing their tense nerves to ease.

Compared to the chaos in other classes, this orderly procession quickly drew attention.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

A student from another class hurried over, asking the group, assuming this was a new school directive.

Seeing the frightened students from other classes, a sense of superiority rose through the entire group: “See that man up front? He’s a noble superpower user.”

“Superpower user!!!” The student’s eyes widened, but seeing their certainty, he hurried off.

A minute later, a stampede of footsteps echoed down the stairs; students and teachers from multiple classes rushed down and joined Fang Can’s procession.

In mere minutes, Fang Can’s following had swelled to over a hundred people—all silently trailing behind him, none leaving.

But this was only the beginning; as numbers grew, more and more students noticed the group.

One class, two classes, three classes…

By the time Fang Can reached the school gate, every teacher and student in the school had gathered behind him.

Some tried to approach and speak with Fang Can, but were stopped by his classmates, who cited the rule: don’t disturb the noble superpower user.

Soon, Fang Can and his vast procession of thousands of teachers and students walked toward home.

Once a group reaches a certain scale, the instinct to cluster emerges naturally.

In a city where the authorities had declared lost order and could no longer provide safety, most people instinctively joined the group—only then could they feel secure.

Soon after leaving the school gate, all passersby were drawn to the thousands of silent marchers; upon learning the reason, they chose to join.

Listening to the distant chaos of the city, then contrasting it with the quiet, massive unity before them, the lost confidence began to return to their hearts.

Suddenly, a student pulled out his phone: “My parents are also in Z City—this place is so dangerous now; they should come quickly to meet up.”

This instantly reminded everyone else; soon the silent procession erupted into noise as people frantically called relatives and friends in Z City.

Two thousand… five thousand… ten thousand… twenty thousand…

Like a snowball rolling downhill, Fang Can’s following had grown to at least tens of thousands.

These people included students, office workers, shut-ins, retired elders, drivers, teenage cyclists…

Under the psychological intimidation of the superpower user, though the crowd contained people of all classes, ages, and genders, not a single disturbance occurred.

As if humility and courtesy had been carved into their hearts.

Fang Can knew full well what was happening behind him, yet he interfered not at all—he merely calmly revealed his identity, and everything unfolded as naturally as water flowing downhill.

During this time, no one except Fang Can’s classmates had witnessed his power—but none dared doubt its truth, nor questioned it.

Because right now, the city needed a superpower user to take charge—even if fake, it was better than nothing.

If you questioned it now and it turned out to be real, wouldn’t that be disastrous?

Thus, with trust built on doubt, Fang Can successfully led these tens of thousands silently to his doorstep.

At this moment, Jiang Ningan, meditating inside: ??? Wait, did modern people just storm my house???

I originally wanted to make the protagonist hesitate—but if the protagonist hesitates, won’t the readers get bored?

So damn it, since I’m the author and have the safety net, how could this possibly fail? What’s to fear? Just do it!

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(End of Chapter)