Empty City!

After about an hour of warming up in the hills behind his home, Fang Can began his journey back.

Along the way, he did a quick calculation of the physical capabilities he had just displayed.

His strength was roughly 1.5 tons, and his top speed reached 18 meters per second.

Accelerating from a standstill to his limit, he could finish a 100-meter dash in under seven seconds.

At the same time, his body structure allowed for extreme flexibility while remaining tougher than solid wood.

Under the illumination of sunlight, Fang Can could sustain a full-power combat output for at least three hours.

All these indicators proved that he had reached a terrifying, superhuman state.

In the ancient civilizations before the Great Cataclysm, which lacked any divine miracles, if an army tried to wear Fang Can down through sheer numbers, he could have taken tens of thousands of lives before finally falling.

Of course, this was assuming he had access to sufficient sunlight.

If it were a night obscured by dark clouds and he fought to the death without retreating, he would likely be unable to hold out after killing only two or three thousand people.

It's a pity; when facing those superpowered individuals, this level of strength is simply not enough to compete. It's still not strong enough, Fang Can thought, shaking his head slightly.

Every superpowered person possessed abilities that were incredibly bizarre, and even the most formidable individual could not guarantee they could rival the entire world alone.

Because no one knew if there existed some specific superpower that happened to counter their own.

Watching the bright moon hang in the sky after the sun had set, Fang Can tilted his head slightly. "Moonlight... that's just reflected sunlight, right?"

With this thought, he immediately felt the conversion efficiency within his body increase slightly.

However, because most of the light source was scattered and refracted, the rate of absorption was far inferior to direct sunlight.

Feeling the changes occurring within him, Fang Can let out a dry laugh. "Sigh, idealism!"

The rest of the walk was silent. After covering several kilometers, Fang Can pushed open his front door to find a figure who looked like a fairy sitting cross-legged on the cold tile floor, practicing her cultivation under the moonlight streaming through the window.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Fang Can glanced at her face as he closed the door; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

To be honest, when he first met the girl, he had seriously suspected that fate had some malicious intent in arranging their meeting.

He had almost assumed she was a gift sent to his doorstep.

This realization even made Fang Can feel a sense of self-doubt.

Could it be that his own inner hunger was so great that even fate couldn't stand it and decided to act as a matchmaker to find him a partner?

Was his life about to turn into one of those "Oh no, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls" or "My girlfriend is from another world" style of harem plots?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Fang Can decided to ignore the girl and began to continue tempering his body inside the room.

But as if sensing Fang Can's return, Jiang Ning'an finished her cultivation, slowly opened her eyes, and said, "You're back."

Although her expression was calm, Jiang Ning'an felt a weight lift from her heart seeing that Fang Can hadn't reported her.

After all, even though she chose to trust him, the subconscious suspicion one feels toward someone they have only known for a single night would still surface in her mind from time to time.

Now, Fang Can's actions proved that her gamble had paid off, which helped ease the previously stiff atmosphere between them.

"Yeah, it looks like you didn't choose to go out today," Fang Can nodded in approval. "I'll teach you some basic common sense about the modern world now. Follow me."

Jiang Ning'an nodded obediently and followed Fang Can into the bedroom.

But as she drew near him, her willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly. She felt a subtle, indescribable sense of dissonance, as if in just one night, Fang Can had undergone a qualitative leap in his martial arts cultivation.

How is this possible? It must be an illusion, Jiang Ning'an thought, dismissing the idea.

Tempering the physical body was a process of slow, grinding effort. Even someone as exceptionally talented as her had spent a full year of bitter training to barely reach the state of "flesh and blood without flaws." The idea of becoming stronger overnight was simply impossible.

It couldn't be that this guy really trained to this level in just seven days, could it? Surely not? Jiang Ning'an thought, finding the idea absurd.

Whether in theory or practice, such a thing was absolutely impossible! It could not be!

Suppressing the illusion she had just felt, the girl followed Fang Can into the bedroom and watched as the boy gently pressed the button on a metal case, causing a bright light to erupt the next moment.

"What is this object?" The girl stared intently at the computer tower; she had long wanted to understand the clever, strange gadgets of this world.

"Don't be impatient, you'll know in a moment." Fang Can distractedly turned on the computer and selected a video from a streaming site titled "How a Transmigrator Can Disguise Themselves as a Modern Human."

One had to admit that humans had taken the concept of "abstract" to the extreme; there was content for every type of creation.

But Fang Can currently needed a channel for a native to integrate into modern society, and this video was exactly what he needed.

Under Jiang Ning'an's blank stare, Fang Can pressed her into the gaming chair and said, "For the next hour, watch this video in its entirety. After that, you should have a basic understanding of the current situation in this country."

Jiang Ning'an nodded blankly, watching the serious-looking video creator on the screen, and began to study earnestly.

Fang Can gazed at Jiang Ning'an as she studied modern knowledge, occasionally making expressions like "So that's how it is," "Wow," or "That's amazing..."

Should I say that even though the setting where both worlds share the same language is ridiculous, it's extremely convenient at times like this? I don't even have to spend time on the most basic communication.

Fang Can shook his head with a smile, planning to use videos to teach her how to use various modern appliances once she finished watching.

Though... I probably don't need to teach her how to use the toilet, right? Fang Can mused.

After all, the Mortal Shedding Body was a process of deification. A martial artist who had completely shed their mortal coil returned to the innate state; aside from certain specific systems, most could abstain from the five grains.

Although it might disappoint some people, theoretically speaking, a beautiful girl who had achieved the Mortal Shedding Body really wouldn't need to use the bathroom, right?

A variety of thoughts wandered through the mind of Fang Can, and realizing he had been overthinking lately, he stepped out of the room and began to slowly practice the Sixty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques.

Although the Tiger Fiend Sect cultivation method on his panel had been modified, the fist techniques of the Tiger Fiend Sect were indeed commendable for the way they tempered the body, so Fang Can began to practice according to the Tiger Fiend Fist.

And just while Fang Can was practicing, all the superpowered individuals throughout Z City, where he was located, received an order issued by their superiors in the Dragon Group, requiring them to withdraw from Z City within a single night.

Although they were unclear about what the higher-ups were planning, these people still brought along their three wives and four concubines, seventy-two consorts, and other family members, evacuating in an orderly fashion one after another.

In just a single night, although Z City appeared to have undergone no changes on the surface, in reality, it had already become a hollow city devoid of superpowered individuals.