Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 578 - 277 The Most Special Pathway to

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Chapter 578: Chapter 277: The Most Special Pathway to Divine Communication_3 Chapter 578: Chapter 277: The Most Special Pathway to Divine Communication_3 He paused: “Only at the end do we consider our own Erlang God, Sun Wukong, Lei Zhenzi, and then I guess Nezha might not even be able to beat them. Agh… Where does Nezha rank in Chinese mythology, and where does Zeus rank in Greek mythology? Is there even a comparison to be made?”

“You got it wrong from the start. This is about the Mythical Path, not the actual mythological figures themselves clashing. Got it?” Fan Quan started his spiel, “The Mythical Path has a limitation; one must consider how much divine power the human body can endure. Therefore, it’s impossible to inherit all of a deity’s power. Otherwise, how do you explain that almost every Divine Communicator in history would be corrupted by divinity, tending towards madness, and could only maintain temporary sanity by devouring their own kind?”

He paused again: “Given this limitation, as long as the cultivation is sufficient, the strength of all Divine Communicators won’t differ much; nor could they be too far behind Zeus.”

Upon hearing this, Ke Mingye “haha” chuckled sarcastically, retorting: “Your tone sounds like a whale comforting a free-to-play gamer who only got a four-star card by saying, ‘Don’t worry, the difference in strength between cards isn’t that big, our designers will make sure to balance it.'”

Feeling his continued sweet talk would indeed be insulting Spider Man’s intelligence, Fan Quan just pushed up his glasses, shifted his approach, and went abstract.

He stated, “Zeus, Out; Nezha, Win.”

“Heh, assuming Zeus crashes, what about your Anubis then? I must be the one with the worst luck in drawing cards.”

“Anubis? He’d be one-shot by Nezha.”

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“Fan, I feel you’ve lost your mind already.”

Though he spoke like this, Ke Mingye knew well in his heart that Nezha’s Divine Communication Path had potential—not only from Nezha’s word in the cave but also because he could significantly feel his Mythical Path was different from the others.

Even during the process of acquiring the Mythical Path, the system popped up a warning box telling him—[Warning: The Mythical Path you’ve obtained is far more dangerous and has a higher risk of losing control compared to other paths.]

Of course, this was quite normal.

Well… After all, Nezha’s mother had physically moved into his Path, rather than like other deities who just sealed a portion of their Divine Sense, strength and previously used Magic Artifacts within the path, to be inherited by someone with destiny.

So, suppose the original strength of Zeus was 100 points; Nezha’s was 10 points.

Zeus passed on 5 points of his strength to “Firando Gomez” through his path, while Nezha left his full 10 points of strength to Ke Mingye without holding back, indeed there was the capacity for a fight between the two.

“Let’s not talk about the strength of the paths anymore. Without cultivating to a later form, any discussion now is just idle talk.” Saying that, Fan Quan shifted the topic, “Now onto the second matter, do you understand Anubis?”

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“I Googled it, talked about some god of death and rebirth, who controls a lot of doors.”

“That’s right, based on my research this afternoon, I’ve found that the original successor of the Anubis Path left behind several ‘doors.’ In his setup, every time I elevate a grade in the path, I can acquire a ‘door’—this door can be used to summon Divine Communicators from all over the world.”

Ke Mingye grasped immediately: “You mean we can use his left-behind ‘Door’ to hold a summit of Divine Communicators?”

“Exactly.” Fan Quan nodded, “I have one ‘Door’ in my hand right now, and it’s the only one available. What do you think?”

“Let’s do it. See if we can summon Zeus over to kill us, so we don’t have to worry about the Extinction of Superhumans anymore, for good.”

“Right, we can leave the task of Superhuman Extinction to our Lord Paranoia.” Fan Quan adjusted his glasses, speaking seriously, “If it’s Lord Paranoia, surely it can be accomplished.”

“If it’s Lord Paranoia, he will win,” Ke Mingye nodded.

“Seriously, don’t you have any safety measures for calling people over? What if a tough guy comes and devours us, like Zeus consuming other Divine Communicators?”

“Don’t worry, I’m confident as long as we are in the ‘Door Space.'”

“I’m just a Doll anyway; you’re in charge if something goes wrong,” Ke Mingye cocked his head at an angle, a carefree expression on his face.

“Then let’s go.”

As their conversation ended, an ancient bronze door materialized directly in front of them.

Amidst the rumbling noise, the door frame slowly opened, and the two stepped through.

Looking up, one sees an ancient stone tower, with a dust-covered meeting room coming into view. In the center stands a broad stone round table, its surface of bluish marble smooth as a mirror, its edges carved with exquisite patterns and runes.

Surrounding the round table are placed twelve tall-backed stone chairs, each with a pattern of some mythical creature carved into the backrest. The walls are adorned with ancient murals and inlaid with copper torches; their orange flames flicker, casting an eerie glow.

“The space inside the door is an independent area, created by the original holder of the Anubis pathway for summoning Divine Communicators from around the world for meetings.”

As he speaks, Fan Quan puts on an Ultraman Tiga mask, then hands a Ultraman Zero mask over to Ke Mingye, while also pulling out a “permanent janitor outfit” from his bag for him to change into— Huanjing Third High School’s uniform was too conspicuous.

Ke Mingye changed into the janitor uniform but didn’t take the Ultraman Zero mask. “I prefer Ultraman Tiga.” Saying so, he shot a web to stick to Fan Quan’s mask, pulled it over to wear on his face, and handed back the Ultraman Zero mask to Fan Quan.

Fan Quan didn’t seem to mind, simply putting on another Ultraman mask quietly.

Then the two sat in front of the ancient meeting table in silence, only the flickering torch flames on the walls making a crackling noise.

“Are there no people coming? Have I been tricked into waiting?”

Ke Mingye sat straight like a primary school student, let out a yawn, and cocked his head to look at him.

“It’s my first time using this ability, still not proficient enough.” Fan Quan sighed, “I’ll say it again, the Divine Communicators summoned through the door are random; if we encounter someone tough, we’ll just run.”

“Okay.”

The two reached a consensus, and soon after, a faintly glowing bronze door suddenly opened in the pitch-dark ancient meeting room. However, as the doors slowly swung open, no response came from beyond.

They exchanged a glance.

“What’s happening, Fan?” Ke Mingye asked.

“He might not want to come; this thing isn’t compulsory, it just opens a portal for him, he has to want to come through.” Fan Quan said.

“Is it that Low?”

“The ability to teleport on a global scale, if it was also compulsory, we could even drag Zeus in for a group beatdown,” Fan Quan said.

“That makes sense.”

In the midst of their conversation, Fan Quan was about to close the door when suddenly, a hesitant and lost tread of footsteps slowly emerged from beyond.

Hearing this, the two concentrated and held their breath, quietly waiting for the figure to appear from the doorway.

After a moment, a figure stepped into the meeting room.

The newcomer was wearing a monkey mask, dressed in silver and black metallic long coat, a dark golden staff vertically placed behind his shoulder; at this very moment, behind the mask, a pair of pupils burning with crimson golden flames were reflecting the faces of both men.

[Code Name: Divine Communicator— Black Wukong.]

[Danger Rating: A-level]

Behind the mask, Ke Mingye’s expression slightly fell.

Fan Quan went silent.

He and Ke Mingye exchanged another glance, then both quietly opened the chat panel.

[Failed Man: Isn’t he our buddy—?]

[Fan Quan: Pure coincidence.]