Chapter 70: The Real and Fake Tang San

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Real and Fake Tang San

BOOM!

Without any warning, amidst a flash of lightning and a thunderous roar, the base hidden deep underground was suddenly exposed to the moonlight.

The bright moonlight from outside shone through the deep tunnel, illuminating the cold steel of the base.

"Damn it, who the hell is this?"

The King of Trolls sat in the center of the base. When he felt the violent tremors, his temper flared.

He had been suppressing his urge to cause chaos for the past few days for the sake of this "Infinite Protagonist Project."

He’d even stopped running his real-life script-kill games where he’d get to show off and put people in their place in front of ordinary folks, with scenarios like "The Godly Doctor Descends the Mountain" or "The Beauty’s Personal Bodyguard."

But even after he’d been so well-behaved, trouble still came knocking. Was there any justice in the world?

Seething with rage, his form squirmed and, in the next instant, transformed into an eighteen-year-old youth wearing a golden-yellow spandex suit, a red cape hanging from his shoulders, and a large "F" insignia printed on his chest.

If Fang Can were here, he would have recognized this guy’s identity in a single glance: The "Fuck You" Superman.

That’s right. This was the King of Trolls’ ability: he could borrow the superpowers of others by cosplaying as them.

The stronger the superhero, the smaller the percentage of their power he could borrow, with the absolute maximum being 50% of the cosplayed hero’s strength.

As for why it was called "borrowing" power?

At that moment, far away in Akia, Superman F, who had been partying hard, suddenly stumbled. He felt at least forty percent of his power drain away, and a sense of emptiness washed over him.

"I’ll fuck your mother, King of Trolls! You’re forcibly borrowing my power again!"

In the next instant, filled with extreme rage, Superman F punched a mortal in front of him, causing their body to explode. The entire party fell into a dead silence.

But even this did little to quell the rage in Superman F’s heart.

Because his powers were so versatile, this wasn’t the first time they had been borrowed. Feeling this drained every few days—who could stand it?

Using the power borrowed from Superman F, the King of Trolls’s figure vanished on the spot.

The next moment, the caped man appeared ten thousand meters in the sky, staring with furious eyes at the cold, beautiful woman before him.

"Damn it! So it was you, missy, who ruined my grand masterpiece of a troll! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!" the King of Trolls questioned angrily. The next moment, he felt a tremendous pressure wash over him.

Relying on half of Superman F’s Mental Power, the King of Trolls only felt his limbs grow cold from the Heart Image’s pressure. He then sneered, "This kind of power... You’re from the Otherworld."

’He can withstand a Heart Image? And with that getup, he must be the loud-mouthed superhero Ning An told me about.’

Liu Qingmeng stared at the man before her, her disciple’s description surfacing in her mind.

Meanwhile, Fang Can, who was wrapped in his blankets watching a movie, saw Liu Qingmeng walk into the room.

"Is something wrong, Elder Liu?" Fang Can asked, swallowing the potato chips in his lap.

"Do you know a superhero who wears a red cape, a yellow suit, and has this character on his chest?"

As Liu Qingmeng spoke, a capital "F" made of condensed lightning appeared in her hand.

"Oh, you mean Superman F. His powers are super strength, super..."

Fang Can gave a rough summary of the hero’s superpowers before asking, "But why are you asking about this, Elder Liu?"

"Mm..." Liu Qingmeng said evasively, "Just getting a better understanding of the powers in your world."

On the other side, immense lightning flashed, bringing with it peals of thunder. The Spiritual Qi that Liu Qingmeng had left on Jiang Ning’an to cross over was converting into a massive amount of electricity.

Her current strength was less than one percent of her true power, but even so, she could still overpower the King of Trolls.

’Based on my remaining Spiritual Qi, at this combat intensity, I should be able to keep fighting for about the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn,’ Liu Qingmeng thought to herself.

’If this keeps up, in another couple of minutes, this little fairy is going to beat me to death,’ the King of Trolls, whose body was riddled with broken bones, thought. Yet after making some calculations, he was as steady as a mountain.

He wasn’t fighting alone. Before long, superheroes from other cities would arrive to help.

One side was an avatar that had no fear of death; the other had reinforcements on the way and could ignore the risks to continue the fight.

By tacit agreement, both fought high in the sky, doing their best to not affect the ground below. For a time, the entire sky was filled with the roar of thunder and flaring auras.

And just as the King of Trolls had expected, more and more superheroes began to join the battle.

"Then let me ask you this, who is the female superhero with long green hair, black clothes, and a gold star emblem on her shoulder?"

In Fang Can’s bedroom, Liu Qingmeng—her consciousness linked between her two avatars—looked at Fang Can and asked.

"Oh, that’s Divinity. Her powers are..."

Tucked in his blankets, Fang Can speechlessly explained the abilities of one superhero after another to Elder Liu, who was acting like a curious child before him.

’This woman is so naggy, she’s not even letting me watch my movie,’ Fang Can complained internally.

As more and more superheroes joined the fight, Liu Qingmeng began to lose her advantage.

But her purpose in acting this time was to probe the true strengths of these superheroes, so she was naturally fearless.

Meanwhile, unlike the fierce melee raging above, chaos had erupted in the base below, all thanks to a casual flick of a finger before the battle began.

Tang San, who was listening to an explanation from a man in a white coat, felt the ground shake violently. He then saw the indicator lights in the base flash a dangerous red.

"The base is under attack!" The man in the white coat sensed mortal danger, and his face turned deathly pale. He glanced at the confused Tang San beside him, abandoned his research, and bolted outside.

’What’s with this guy?’ Tang San frowned, completely baffled, but he followed him out instinctively.

He walked out of the room and into the base’s science-fiction-esque corridors.

Under the flashing red indicator lights, he saw countless men in white coats hurrying through the corridor, all heading in one direction as if they were evacuating.

"Wait..." The next moment, as if looking in a mirror, Tang San saw a man walk out of one of the rooms.

The most terrifying part was that the man’s face was identical to his own!!!

The same blue hair, the same eyes, the same mouth—it was as if he were a perfect copy struck from the same mold.

"Who are you!" Suddenly, the man across from him also noticed Tang San and pointed at him in shock.

"Me? I’m Tang San!" he replied.

"Nonsense, I’m the real Tang San!" the other man said, his face etched with disbelief.

"If you’re both Tang San, then who am I?"

As the surprised words rang out, yet another Tang San walked out from another doorway.

Then a second, a third, a fourth...

A dense crowd of at least several dozen Tang Sans emerged from their respective rooms.