Superman Termination Manual-Chapter 581 - 278 Divine Communicator Assembly
Chapter 581: Chapter 278: Divine Communicator Assembly First Week_3 Chapter 581: Chapter 278: Divine Communicator Assembly First Week_3 On the other side, Black Wukong frowned and slowly walked forward, passing through a haze of black fog.
Soon, she arrived at the dimly-lit hall she had seen from the outside.
Looking around, she saw an ancient stone tower. At the center stood a wide stone round table, its surface of green marble smooth as a mirror, its edges carved with intricate patterns and runes.
Black Wukong quickly focused her attention on the stone round table.
At that moment, sitting above the high-backed stone chairs circling the table were two odd figures wearing Ultraman masks: one dressed in black with a Sailuo mask; the other in janitor attire wearing a Diga mask.
Glancing at Black Wukong, the two exchanged looks.
[Fan Quan: So here comes the problem, how did we end up summoning your sister?]
[Failed Man: You’re asking me? Why my sister— I thought you were planning some mysterious Divine Communicator meeting, where we play mysterious people and eavesdrop on intelligence from other Divine Communicators, but the first meeting turned into a family gathering, this sudden change is a bit too much for me.]
[Fan Quan: Tired of family gatherings are you, you fickle thing.]
[Failed Man: Why don’t you do it if you’re not tired, you reckless thing— every meeting, I’m betting my life, scared that at any moment someone will pull out a brain imaging helmet and slap it on my head.]
[Fan Quan: Alright, I said it before— this door randomly selects a living Divine Communicator from around the world and summons them. It’s pretty much like gacha in pay-to-win mobile games, I can’t choose the person.]
[Fan Quan: Besides, I’m not one of your Bai Ke family, so even if there are two of you from Bai Ke’s home, this gathering hardly counts as a family meeting. At best, it’s a social evening for Superhumans and players.]
[Failed Man: I think you’re out of luck, my sister seems to like people with a fondness for oddities.]
[Fan Quan: Your line of thought seems a bit off.]
[Failed Man: Sorry, forgot you’re gay, my phone still has photos from the London sewers.]
Fan Quan sighed, adjusted his glasses, strategically ignored the text on his screen, and looked up at Black Wukong.
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He said, “Nice to meet you, I am the Divine Communicator ‘Anubis’.”
“Anubis?”
At that, Fan Quan rolled up his sleeve and showed Black Wukong the Mythical Emblem on the back of his hand—a jackal-headed Anubis holding a scepter symbolizing authority, draped in clothing, his expression solemn. He was wearing an ancient Egyptian ‘Qiu Nique’ kilt, a ‘Nabu’ headband on his head, a scepter in hand representing authority, his divine gaze enveloping supreme dignity.
[Failed Man: Why does it feel like one of those scenes where gangsters show their tattoos when they meet?]
[Fan Quan: What else? The Mythical Emblem is the most direct proof.]
[Failed Man: Come to think of it, Anubis has the head of a jackal, you’re our Dog-Headed Think Tank, maybe during that time in the Cairo desert, he heard your dog barking, felt the presence of kin, and that’s why he chose you as his successor to his path!]
[Fan Quan: First, Anubis has the head of a jackal, not a dog; secondly, it’s Fan Quan, not an anti-dog.]
“What’s with that door?” Black Wukong asked, “Why did I come here through that door, and… are you guys monitoring me?”
“It’s one of the abilities of Anubis’ path,” Fan Quan said. “Anubis wields the power of ‘many doors’ that can transcend all distances in the world, linking death and rebirth, even the past and the future. Some of these doors connect Divine Communicators from all around the world.”
He paused: “I am not monitoring you, as I am also not yet able to master this path’s ability with proficiency. The door’s summoning of any Divine Communicator is completely random.”
Black Wukong fell silent for a moment and murmured, “I see…”
[Failed Man: Speaking of which, isn’t this a waste of a ‘door’? You said before, Anubis’ Divine Communication path could only open a door like this once per tier.]
[Fan Quan: It’s not a waste. According to the system’s description of abilities, from today onwards this door will be bound to her. Periodically, I can activate the ‘door’ ability and extend an invitation for her to attend a gathering—if Black Wukong is in danger in the future, I might be able to pull her out of it.]
[Failed Man: Haha, I’ll be surprised if you don’t get her killed, you’re counting on using the door?]
[Fan Quan: Should we still open it?]
[Failed Man: Open, open, open, everything can be opened, but what’s my current status? Do you want me to stay by your side as a Dice Monster, or what?]
[Fan Quan: At every future Divine Communicator gathering from now on, unless there is a special need, you should just meet people as “Divine Communicator Nezha”. No need for any sudden dramatics.]
[Fan Quan: Oh, when will you call the second person?]
[Fan Quan: I’ll wait for my Anubis pathway to reach the second stage. It’ll be quick, as the system’s estimated date indicates it won’t take a week.]
[Failed Man: Okay, later we’ll pull the Divine Communicator Ghost Tree out of the Superhuman Prison. Now it really is a meeting of old acquaintances.]
Thinking it over, Black Wukong asked: “Then why did you call me here?”
Fan Quan said: “I want to hold a Divine Communicator gathering to denounce Zeus’ tyranny.”
“Zeus?”
“That’s right,” Fan Quan nodded, “we’ve witnessed with our own eyes, how Zeus slaughtered an entire village located in a tribe in the tropical rainforests of South America and devoured the Divine Communicator ‘Rain God Tlaloc’ hidden among them.”
Black Wukong paused for a moment, suddenly remembering what the strange thing had said to her—”Miss Sun Wukong, those Divine Communicators who’ve disappeared from history didn’t just vanish without a trace for no reason, nor did they destroy themselves in madness.” “Indeed, I think there’s a possibility: every century’s strongest Divine Communicator consumes the other Divine Communicators from the same period, ultimately emerging… as a god.”
“Evidence?” Black Wukong slowly asked.
“I’ll give you the evidence. Please give us a bit of time.”
Black Wukong remained silent.
“You are a holder of the Anubis pathway, and what about him?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Ke Mingye who was wearing a Digimon mask.
Ke Mingye did not speak but instead took out a spare cell phone from the pocket of his janitor uniform, typed in the memo, and lifted up the screen.
—”I am Nezha.”
In the dimly lit meeting room, such a line of text illuminated the bright cell phone screen.
“Nezha?” Black Wukong was slightly startled.
“That’s right, he is Nezha.” Fan Quan nodded, “the same point again, we must reveal Zeus’ tyranny to the face of the Divine Communicators, but we cannot directly spread the information, to avoid catching his attention.”
He paused: “So if possible, if you have any Divine Communicator friends, please bring them over.”
“How am I supposed to bring them?” Black Wukong lowered her mask, her tone cautious.
“You remember the door that just brought you here, right? That door isn’t just for one person to walk through.”
Fan Quan said, pointing out a corner in the meeting room, where an ancient bronze door stood, the door was engraved with a likeness of the “Divine Communicator Sun Wukong.”
Ke Mingye nodded, he remembered that the second target node of his family mission “Myth Terminator” was to “find other Divine Communicators through Black Wukong, and kill them by all means necessary.”
Killing them was not feasible in the short term, but finding other Divine Communicators through Black Wukong was now within reach.
Black Wukong stared at the ancient bronze door, slightly startled: “Then how do I leave here?”
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“Walk out through that door, and if you don’t believe it, you can try,” Fan Quan said.
Black Wukong silently glanced at Anubis and then at Nezha, then stepped towards the door and walked in. Following that, her figure disappeared, and the ancient bronze door closed.
Ke Mingye breathed a sigh of relief, resting his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
“It’s all your fault, my sister’s tutoring class was late,” he said, glancing at the time on his phone.
Fan Quan said: “It’s over, didn’t you say you had to get home early today?”
“It’s time to get home.”
Listening to the “ding ding ding” message notifications, Ke Mingye focused on the screen where Bai Wenna’s texts kept popping up, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
