Chapter 229 - 227: Moral Shackles

Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Moral Shackles

He soared high in the sky, using his force field without a care in the world.

He discovered his power had actually increased a little.

As he silently felt the power grow within him, he estimated it had increased by about half a ton in that short time.

He soon found a corresponding explanation in an ancient book:

’It’s because I used my abilities without holding back. My spirit felt incredible, and as it grew, it affected my physical body, causing my strength to increase in sync.’

The passage from the ancient book reminded Fang Can of the answer he had given Instructor Yang Lie during his very first lesson:

"To achieve a state of unfettered thought, if anyone dares to defy me, I’ll wipe out their entire family, leaving no one alive. I won’t even go easy on my own father. If I want something, I’ll buy it. If I can’t afford it, I’ll take it. If I can’t take it by force, I’ll trick, swindle, and cheat for it. If all else fails, I’ll resort to poison and assassination. The core principle is absolute lawlessness."

Follow that path, and as long as you aren’t ganged up on and killed by the rest of the world, you’re guaranteed to become a peerless master in time.

’So...’ Fang Can looked at his hands. ’Does this mean the more I indulge myself, the more I follow my desires, the faster my progress in the Martial Dao will be?’

’Should I... try it out...’ Fang Can stared at his hands, as if a demon was whispering in his ear:

’Let your heart guide your actions. Just follow your every desire and impulse. Cast off the shackles of morality, act without restraint, and you’ll instantly achieve apotheosis.’

Lost in thought, Fang Can descended into F City. As he slowed his speed and gently landed, he immediately became the center of attention.

After all, flight was a clear sign of a superhuman. For a superhuman—a rare sight in daily life—to land right in the middle of the street was bound to cause a stir.

But the onlookers dared neither to approach nor to flee. They all froze in place, because when faced with a superhuman, any proactive move was the wrong one.

Leaving? That could be seen as scorning the superhuman. A surefire way to get yourself killed!

Approaching? What if the superhuman preferred to be left alone? You’d be disturbing them, wouldn’t you?

And so, after a moment of hesitation, the people quickly chose the best course of action.

On the street, the people faced Fang Can, slowly raising their hands high, their eyes filled with deep gratitude.

Then, they began to jump up and down in excitement.

They clapped joyfully as they jumped, their applause ringing out loud and clear.

The sound of the surrounding applause snapped Fang Can out of his thoughts.

Seeing the entire street, men and women alike, clapping in unison, he furrowed his brow slightly. ’A bunch of bots.’

A destructive urge immediately welled up from the depths of his heart. His AT field emanated invisibly, enveloping the surrounding crowd.

With just a slight exertion of force, all these bot-like people would instantly explode into a bloody mist.

At the same time, desire tempted him to transgress further, to abandon all convention. To pick a beautiful woman from the crowd and take her, right there on the street.

’Envelop the woman in a force field, then blast through the city at supersonic speed. Destroy the whole city with the sonic booms while you’re having your way with her. You’ve never done that before, have you? Want to feel what it’s like?’

’I’m a superhuman, a First Turn at that. In the New Country, I can do whatever the hell I want. Even if I destroy a city, Ji Donglai won’t do a thing to me. So let’s use this city as a bed and have an orgy!’

In Fang Can’s sea of consciousness, the Fireball that was the manifestation of his orderly nature now burned more violently, churning without pause.

As the inner manifestation of his true nature, Fang Can’s thoughts, spirit, and personality were all reflected in this star.

Right now, a portion of its golden-yellow flames was gradually turning a deep, sinister blood-red, showing faint signs of corruption.

But in the next moment, the golden flames representing morality and order regained dominance, and Fang Can instantly retracted his force field.

’What is wrong with me? My life is good, why am I thinking about this crap?’ Fang Can lightly tapped himself on the head, wondering if all his martial arts training was making him stupid.

’The Martial Dao is about realizing your true self, but letting your desires run wild is the path to evil. If I end up losing my sanity, it’ll be a total disaster.’

Fang Can reined himself in. He had almost taken a step down the path of evil just now.

However, as he looked at the pedestrians gazing at him with such reverence, Fang Can began to understand why superhumans were so united.

Since no one knew who among the ordinary populace might awaken as a superhuman, Ji Donglai had successfully portrayed all superhumans as gods throughout the New Country.

Some people would come to worship and admire these "gods." If one of them then suddenly became a superhuman, they would not only gain high status but also get to work alongside their idols. They would likely integrate into this new privileged class at light speed.

In Ji Donglai’s eyes, the common people of the New Country were nothing more than a human factory for producing superhumans. After all, no one knew where the next one would emerge from, or what their station in life might be.

Simply put, from Ji Donglai’s perspective, ordinary people were the enemy—a group to be guarded against at all costs. Yet, there was a minuscule chance that one of "his" people could be born from their ranks.

Using the bird’s-eye view of the city he’d gotten from the sky, Fang Can headed toward the center of F City. He had to follow the tradition of an old member welcoming a new one.

Ignoring the reverent gazes of the common folk, Fang Can casually retrieved a hat from his personal storage space and put it on, covering his rather conspicuous white hair.

As he made his way to the police headquarters, Fang Can saw from a distance a group of officers standing guard at the entrance, waiting for him like a reception committee.

They had clearly received word that a superhuman was on the way, and the officers were lining the entrance to welcome him.

From a distance, they saw the hat-wearing Fang Can approach. Just as one was about to speak, all their bodies were yanked into the air.

’Yes, this is exactly how a superhuman acts!’ Feeling their bodies levitating, the officers immediately confirmed Fang Can’s identity.

"Sir, your family member has been waiting inside for an hour," the lead officer said in perfect Mandarin. "We’ve been attending to them carefully the entire time and wouldn’t dare to be negligent."

Although this region was formerly part of Japan, the New Country’s primary language was Mandarin, so all other languages had been abolished.

Now, the only two mainstream languages worth learning in the world were Mandarin and English.

"Take me inside. And what crime did they commit?" Fang Can asked casually as he set the officers back on the ground.

"N-Not a crime, sir! Those women—they’re worse than animals—they were bullying the superhuman! The superhuman was carrying out heavenly justice on traitors to our nation!"

The chief, standing to the side, hurriedly explained. Then he glanced up, recognized the face under the hat as Fang Can’s, and his heart leaped in shock.

After getting the gist of the situation, Fang Can was led by an officer down a long hallway to a room at the very end.

He saw the person sitting in the office and raised an eyebrow. ’So, it’s a woman.’