Chapter 97: Brain Storage Center

Outside the street, Ji Donglai had already done his XP survey:

“So I’ll ask you—do you prefer loli, teenage girls, mature women, or married ladies? Even widows aren’t impossible to find.”

“Even if your tastes are weird, I can accommodate LGBT and political correctness.”

“...” Fang Can thought for a moment and said: “Teenage girls and mature women.”

“Got it. Conservative type.”

Ji Donglai nodded seriously: “So do you prefer black stockings or white stockings, big or flat, cold and aloof or sunny and cheerful, noble or lowly, bald or hairy...”

“Are you conducting a household census?” Fang Can cut him off—seeing how close the man was to extracting his entire XP, he feared his name might soon be custom-made.

“Isn’t it better to understand in advance? Maybe you have a fantasy girlfriend—then I can just deliver a woman who perfectly matches your XP,” Ji Donglai said.

“Do you think you’re the Grand Historian? Your own XP must be found by yourself—blabbing it out is no different from taking a dump in public,” Fang Can declared.

“Fine, since you won’t say, I’ll just send you one of every type tomorrow,” Ji Donglai shrugged.

With so many options, picking one of each—there’s bound to be something Fang Can likes... as long as his XP isn’t too bizarre.

Watching Fang Can’s retreating back, Ji Donglai couldn’t help but smirk, then turned and pulled out his phone: “Hello, it’s me, Ji Donglai. I need to issue an order.”

“Immediately pull up every female in the entire New Nation with a beauty score above 90, who fits the teenage girl or mature woman archetype. Screen them, then rush them to Z City at top speed.”

“How many?” Ji Donglai pondered: “Start with... a hundred. Sending more than that seems pointless.”

“That’s it. Oh, and add Fang Can’s identity to the family list—he’s agreed to join us.”

“As for the otherworld exploration, no rush. Let him play for a few years until he gets bored.”

Walking home beneath a pitch-black, lightless sky, the still-burning fires of the city cast Fang Can’s shadow.

“That guy,” Fang Can muttered, shaking his head—he now understood Ji Donglai’s attitude after this encounter.

To someone like Ji Donglai, a superpowered being, ordinary humans were just good-looking black people.

“Extremely extreme,” Fang Can said, shaking his head.

He didn’t fully agree with Ji Donglai’s views, but since it benefited him, he wouldn’t refuse.

He hadn’t revealed his identity earlier only because he was weak; now he had barely enough power to protect himself.

Greater power brings greater responsibility—when his strength was sufficient, he would step forward and change this world himself.

Passing through silent, empty alleys, he barely approached his home when he saw the mayor waiting respectfully at the door.

Seeing Fang Can arrive, Mayor Li hurried forward: “We just received word from headquarters—starting today, the administrator of Z City will change from Master Lanhuo to you. You remain the city’s ruler.”

“Also, on behalf of the citizens, I thank you for saving Z City. Knowing you prefer quiet, I evacuated everyone in advance.”

Fang Can felt nothing special about suddenly taking control of a city.

He only needed to give opinions—everything else was handled by subordinates. If things went wrong, he could just reboot the economy and population. No pressure.

Weren’t those P society players before the Great Collapse exactly like this?

“Understood. Keep the city’s security in your hands—just don’t let things get too chaotic.”

Fang Can waved him off—he’d been busy all day and just wanted to rest.

Seeing Fang Can preferred things unchanged, Mayor Li wisely withdrew, bowed, and left.

Once the surrounding people were cleared away, Fang Can unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Inside the entrance, two beautiful girls awaited him—both with exquisite faces, yet utterly different in aura.

“You did well this time,” Liu Qingmeng, now shrunk to sixteen, crossed her arms and nodded approvingly: “With your current strength, you’ve entered the top hundred of the Qianlong List.”

“Just the top hundred?” Fang Can raised an eyebrow: “I thought I’d be at least top ten.”

“What are you thinking?” Liu Qingmeng shook her head with a smile, her blue hair swaying gently:

“The top hundred of the Qianlong List has always been dominated by those Great Chu barbarians. For you to reach it with your current physique already proves your talent.”

“Some aristocratic clans’ techniques aren’t inferior to yours.”

“To reach the top ten—or number one—you must implant the concept of the corpus cavernosum into your body. Only then will you have a chance to compete for first place.”

“Then, in the Great Nations Competition, ascend to the Heaven-Ascending Realm—that’s when victory becomes possible,” Liu Qingmeng said, already laying out Fang Can’s plan step by step.

“Exactly,” Fang Can nodded seriously: “After tomorrow, I won’t stay here long—I must train the corpus cavernosum seriously in preparation for the Great Nations Competition.”

“As for the two of you, you may stay here comfortably. The superpowered ones already spoke with us—they’ve declared Z City our territory.”

“I’ll seal this area completely—no one will be allowed within a kilometer radius.”

Fang Can smiled lightly: “Then you two may freely go out for walks nearby.”

“Thoughtful,” Liu Qingmeng said, studying Fang Can with a knowing gaze: “Training the corpus cavernosum is good—but don’t get addicted. Beware of losing your purpose to pleasure.”

“That’s impossible,” Fang Can declared with righteous solemnity: “Rest assured, I have no interest in women—this is purely for cultivation.”

“Pfft, believe that, you ghost? You’re a lust-starved, red-eyed evil brat!”

Beside him, Jiang Ningan watched the boy’s righteous expression and internally cursed fiercely—she didn’t even understand why her emotions were spiraling.

This feeling resembled past cultivation setbacks, yet fundamentally differed.

Under the surge of emotion, her delicate fingers unconsciously gripped her sleeve, while her face hardened into icy detachment.

“By the way,” Fang Can suddenly turned to Jiang Ningan and tapped his temple: “Didn’t you want to study my brain?”

“I figured I wouldn’t be back these next few days, so I thought—maybe I should leave my brain here with you. When you’re done studying, I’ll take it back.”

As he spoke, Fang Can prepared to remove his own brain.

After all, he’d be training the corpus cavernosum soon—then his second brother could think and perceive on its own. His brain wouldn’t be needed anyway.

Since she seemed interested in it, lending it to the girl for a few days wouldn’t hurt.

(End of Chapter)