Infinite Protagonist Project!

"Have you all heard of the Six Desires Demon-Splitting Chapter?"

In the conference room, the superpowered individuals who had been preparing to leave were brought to a halt by the sudden voice.

Turning around to see the young man who had spoken, the expressions on their faces darkened.

The one who had spoken was a youth of eighteen with a headset draped around his neck and a youthful appearance, known in the underworld by the moniker "King of Bad Jobs."

This guy not only loved playing with stale memes from before the Great Cataclysm, but he also occasionally proposed ideas of astonishing wisdom, earning him the title of King of Astonishing Ideas.

"King of Bad Jobs, every time I want to give you a shred of respect, you just have to open your mouth."

Ji Donglai couldn't help but say, "Hand in your thirty-thousand-word reflection report first, then tell me about your idea."

"Boss, please trust in my astonishing wisdom as the King of Astonishing Ideas."

King of Bad Jobs patted his own chest and said, "You all adopted my previous ideas, didn't you? Whether it was the orgy tournament or Carnival Day."

Damn it, every single time before, we were just humoring you, you sick bastard, the superpowered individuals present cursed inwardly.

Looking at the fanatical-looking King of Bad Jobs, Ji Donglai fell silent for a moment before saying, "Fine, give me two minutes to hear your idea."

"Heh heh, the so-called 'Six Desires Demon-Splitting Chapter' is a cultivation technique from a web novel before the Great Cataclysm. Simply put, it's a technique that allows one to increase their strength by splitting off different personalities to devour them," King of Bad Jobs explained to those present.

"So?" Looking at this archaeologist who was well-versed in content from the pre-Great Cataclysm era, Ji Donglai asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to do the opposite," King of Bad Jobs said earnestly.

"Since the cultivation technique from the other world requires Idealist Martial Dao to practice, why don't we just have our psychic-ability users step in, completely erase those people's personalities, and replace them with new ones?"

"So... what is the point of that?" a superpowered individual asked.

"The point is huge, okay?" King of Bad Jobs earnestly held up his phone to show everyone.

Before everyone's eyes, King of Bad Jobs' phone was filled with folders, and the contents of those folders were:

Battle Through the Heavens, Martial Universe, Shrouding the Heavens, Golden Scales Are Not Objects in a Pond, Young A-Bin, Wind and Cloud, Silent Slaughter, Dragon Ball...

Some who had a general understanding of entertainment content from before the Great Cataclysm knew these were web novels from that era, but they didn't know why King of Bad Jobs was showing them now.

Looking at this group of fools, King of Bad Jobs said triumphantly, "Most protagonists of web novels have extraordinary willpower; each one is firm in their resolve and immovable, making them perfect materials for martial arts."

"Since this technique requires Idealist Martial Dao to practice, we can have our psychic-ability users instill the experiences of these novel protagonists into the minds of clones, mass-producing protagonists."

"Just imagine, countless monsters possessing the memories of Xiao Yan, Ye Fan, Li Anping, Tang San, Gu Chensha, Li Huowang, Lan Mu, and Zheng Zha... wouldn't that be Idealist enough?"

At this point, King of Bad Jobs wore a smug smile and said, "Look at my astonishing wisdom. Combine the black technology of cloning with psychic superpowers, then add Idealist Martial Dao—what kind of monster can we create in the end?"

Following King of Bad Jobs' proposal, everyone present fell into silence, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

After all, this idea seemed... to have something to it.

"But how do we deceive these people into believing they are who they think they are?" a beautiful superpowered woman countered.

"After all, one second they believe they are invincible in their consciousness, and the next second they become ordinary people again, appearing in an otherworld with a completely different cultivation system. That doesn't make logical sense, does it?"

"It's simple. If Tang San could be reincarnated into another world, then these people naturally can too. Anyway, with their willpower, starting from scratch is nothing. If all else fails, we'll just tell them they are heroic spirits summoned by us," King of Bad Jobs said triumphantly.

This time, no one had any objections; after all, this protagonist reincarnation theory didn't seem to have any loopholes.

"So, how about... we give it a try?" A superpowered individual looked at Ji Donglai, waiting for their nominal leader to make the decision.

"That might... be for the best. Let's test the waters with ten thousand clones first," Ji Donglai agreed. "Let's launch this project alongside the mortal martial arts training. We'll call it the Infinite Protagonist Project."

"Woohoo!" Receiving the go-ahead, King of Bad Jobs cheered.

In truth, he wasn't interested in Idealist Martial Dao at all; he just wanted to see what kind of sparks would fly when a bunch of clones with the memories of various novel protagonists collided.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to see blood flow like a river.

"Since you proposed this project," Ji Donglai looked at King of Bad Jobs, "then you shall manage it."

"Yes, Boss!" King of Bad Jobs grinned and gave a salute. "Then I'll start by cloning a hundred God King Tangs. After all, he's been reincarnated before and has experience."

Ji Donglai didn't object, looking at King of Bad Jobs as he said:

"You're in Z City, right? Then let's choose Z City as the designated pilot city. Carnival Day happens to be set there as well, so we might as well do it all at once. Since you're nearby, you can keep an eye on things."

King of Bad Jobs didn't object; instead, he happily opened the door and began preparing for the cloning process.

In Z City, deep in the deserted woods behind the school, Fang Can stood before a tree as thick as a water bucket.

"I should be able to test the effects of 3% alienation," Fang Can stared at the ancient tree before him.

He gently raised his hand, wasting no words. Fang Can clenched his fist, the muscles on his fair arm bulging slightly, and the next moment, he lashed out violently.

"BOOM!!!"

Almost instantly, a cannon-like explosion rang out, and Fang Can himself was sent flying backward.

The massive, muffled thud startled a flock of birds. Fang Can scrambled up from the ground, his expression one of helplessness.

"Did I actually ignore the recoil? Can't the laws of physics just disappear for a moment like common sense?" Fang Can sighed.

He slowly looked up. Before him, a bowl-sized indentation had been blasted into the sturdy ancient wood.

A distinct fist imprint sat at the very center of the depression, while Fang Can's right fist showed nothing more than a slight reddening of the skin, completely unscathed.

"Now that I've tested my strength, it's time to try my speed."

As the words left Fang Can's lips, he vanished from his original spot, his body transforming into a blur of afterimages as he darted continuously around a Zhu Ancient Tree.

The gale stirred by his sprint caused the surrounding shrubs to sway, and a trail of clear footprints began to mark the solid, parched earth.

After roughly half an hour of sprinting at full tilt, Fang Can finally brought himself to a halt.

There wasn't the slightest trace of breathlessness on his face.

The light shining down from all around was being automatically absorbed by Fang Can to replenish his stamina.

Coupled with his body's self-restoration, it was now nearly impossible for him to fall into a state of fatigue.

"With my current physical constitution alone," Fang Can asserted with certainty, "I could easily rank among the best in the Martial Arts Hall."