Chapter 76: Fortune Potion +3 (Thanks to Ally

“Finally got past that main character.”

Inside the bungalow, several Lunhuizhe relaxed inwardly.

“Don’t get too happy—the movie’s plot shows Fang Can’s intuition can detect truth or falsehood anytime.”

“So to keep him convinced, we can only give vague truths and let him fill in the rest himself,” said the man wearing glasses, imitating Chu Xuan’s serious tone.

“It’s all because the Carnival Day movie didn’t explain things clearly—just blindly expanding the map, leaving everyone guessing about the abilities, even the main character’s.”

According to the movie’s setting, Fang Can is both a warrior from another world who crossed over and a superhuman.

But the movie filmed Fang Can’s superpowers so obscurely, like the editor had drunk fake liquor, that no one knew exactly what they were—everyone was just guessing.

Even his dual-world background was only explained via narration when his absurd strength needed justification.

Online analyses of his powers have always existed, but the conclusions vary wildly.

Like intuition, healing, luck, aura, immortality—whatever the plot demands, Fang Can always escapes danger.

Eventually, netizens jokingly dubbed his ability “Protagonist Aura”—he never dies, always turns misfortune into fortune, and is utterly ridiculous.

“Then again, isn’t it only natural for a manga movie’s protagonist?”

The girl stared at the monitor’s image, covering her face in awe: “So this is what a 2D-to-3D anime adaptation face looks like? I’d really like to drain him dry.”

“Enough with the fever dreams.”

A teammate kindly warned: “This guy can punch you into two pieces with one hit—if you actually fight him, you’re just a human-shaped dummy to him.”

“Can you even speak properly?” The girl shot her teammate a furious glare.

“I’m just telling the truth,” the teammate shrugged innocently. “I just like saying things that make people uncomfortable.”

“Still… I’m curious what’s inside Fang Can’s house,” the girl mused.

“According to the movie, Fang Can guards his villa tightly—no one’s allowed inside. Isn’t there some big secret in there?”

“I advise you not to think too much about it.”

…

Meanwhile, in a café, Fang Can looked at Qu Hua: “You’re saying… during Carnival Day, at least dozens of superhumans will enter Z City?”

“About that,” Qu Hua said.

“Those guys will treat civilians’ lives as points (reward points), slaughtering freely—it could turn into a river of blood.”

“But luckily, I know some others in Z City like me—we share the same goal: to prevent the worst outcome.”

“Other superhumans hiding their identities—and you all know each other?” Fang Can found it absurd. How could there be so many superhumans hiding like him?

“That’s not important. We hide our identities for good reasons—you just need to know our intentions are pure, all to protect Z City,” Qu Hua said earnestly.

‘He’s not lying…’ Fang Can watched the man’s sincere eyes—his intuition detected no deception.

‘But why does his speech feel like bureaucratic fluff? Is he hiding something crucial?’

Fang Can muttered inwardly—why did this guy feel so unreliable, yet his Bad Luck to Good Luck ability remained completely silent?

“Fine, I believe you,” Fang Can smiled. “I hope we can fight side by side on Carnival Day.”

“Great!” Qu Hua exhaled in relief, beaming as he shook Fang Can’s hand.

“By the way, you said you have other superhuman friends?” Fang Can suddenly said. “Why not bring them over? Let’s get acquainted.”

“Of course,” Qu Hua agreed immediately. “I’ll bring them tomorrow to meet you.”

After the man’s figure vanished, Fang Can’s smile remained unchanged—but in his hand, a coin had appeared, flipping and spinning, his expression slowly turning serious.

Watching the coin’s meaningless outcome, Fang Can thought: ‘Divination is blocked—my current luck can’t even get a clear answer?’

Gazing at the direction Qu Hua had left, he pondered: ‘Could he be a similar type of superhuman? Is he also an aura/luck user? Are we mutually blocking fate’s threads?’

‘If so, I can’t fully trust what he says,’ Fang Can thought inwardly—after all, who knew what kind of power he possessed?

…

Elsewhere, in a dim alley, another Lunhuixiaozu looked grim.

“We’re supposed to fight Fang Can? Are you serious?” said a dark-skinned man with East Asian features, dumbfounded.

This mission placed them in the Destruction faction—directly opposing the protagonist’s group.

“No need to panic,” a teammate reassured. “Just keep Fang Can occupied until the mission ends—he won’t have time to bother us. Then I can farm points freely.”

“How do we keep him occupied? In the movie, Fang Can’s luck ability works like Protagonist Aura—fate always sides with him at critical moments.”

“That Strong King nearly crushed his skull—was about to kill him—then suddenly, absurd accidents kept happening, and he ended up wearing him down. How do you fight a luck user like that?”

“It’s not impossible,” said a white man with a scar, lighting a cigarette.

“Boss, you have a plan?” The other Lunhuizhe exclaimed in delight.

“Mm.” The white man nodded, pulling a vial from his pocket.

Through the glass, they saw the liquid inside shimmered like brilliant gold.

“This… this is…” Everyone inhaled sharply, recalling their last world’s experience.

“Fortune Potion from the Harry Potter world. It grants luck for twelve hours—and this bottle is the +3 enhanced version.”

The leader stared at the vial, acquired at great cost: “Only luck can defeat luck. Too bad—I originally planned to use it on myself.”

“But if we succeed in killing Fang Can, we’ll surely get at least an A-rank side quest,” the leader said.

“Who gets to use this Fortune Potion?” a teammate suddenly asked.

“Of course, the Strong King.”

The white leader grinned. “In the movie, he was just one step away from smashing Fang Can’s skull. With our help, the outcome will be spectacular.”

(End of Chapter)