The Bellwether

At this moment, with Fang Can laying his cards on the table, the suspicions of these people were thoroughly confirmed.

This intangible pressure was, as expected, something only a Superpowered individual could possess.

Following this, a fanatical sense of happiness surged into their hearts.

They were actually classmates with a Superpowered individual.

That's great, it's a Superpowered lord, we are saved!

Due to the upbringing formed in the New Nation since childhood, the mindset that Superpowered individuals are superior beings had been carved into their very bones.

Although not strictly mandatory, in some etiquette classes, teaching students how to kneel when meeting a Superpowered individual had already become a basic form of decorum.

In their eyes, Superpowered individuals were already a brand-new, superior race that seemed to have reproductive isolation from ordinary people.

So, when Fang Can exposed his identity, regardless of what his superpower was, he had already surpassed ordinary people by too much on a personal level.

As for Fang Can, he should have sternly rebuked such bad habits, but unfortunately, the Superpowered individual these people were kneeling to was himself.

Fang Can: Kneeling as a form of etiquette is radical, but since it is something the citizens of the New Nation love to see, it is hard for me to refuse; I might as well just go along with it.

As for the thoughts of these classmates?

Thinking about how they had actually spent three years in a classroom with a Superpowered individual, it would be considered a feat of strong willpower if they could hold back from humming with joy.

Looking at these people whose bodies were trembling with excitement after he exposed his identity, Fang Can continued calmly:

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but obviously the current situation does not allow for that, so I had no choice but to show my hand."

As he said this, Fang Can slowly retracted his Heart Manifestation; in just over ten seconds, he felt that one-third of his Heart Manifestation had been consumed.

As soon as he retracted his Heart Manifestation and the deterrent effect was lost, the people in the classroom immediately swarmed up, wanting to reach out and touch the legendary Superpowered individual at close range.

But they pulled back as if electrocuted just before making contact.

Because without the other party's permission, direct contact was a clear act of overstepping.

Looking at the young man in front of them, the history teacher was the first to speak up: "Lord Fang Can, what should we do now?"

"Do as you please." Fang Can shook his head gently:

"The situation is critical now, and order may collapse at any time, so I can allow you to promote my name and rely on my reputation to maintain order."

Fang Can spoke concisely; currently, apart from the lack of signals, the whole city was no different from before. The only problem was the loss of confidence.

At this time, there were less than ten days left until Carnival Day. As long as they successfully made it through that time, all order would be restored.

As for these people not knowing how to use his name to intimidate others?

It didn't matter. As long as the news that Fang Can was a Superpowered individual spread, there would naturally be plenty of supporters of order who would take action.

Thinking of this, Fang Can pressed his hand on the history teacher's shoulder and said: "Move aside."

Watching the crowd automatically split into two paths, Fang Can walked past them indifferently and headed out of the classroom.

While the history teacher was still reveling in the joy of being touched by a Superpowered individual, a student asked: "Lord... Fang Can, may I ask where you are going now?"

"Home," Fang Can said without looking back.

"Then... then what about us?" a student asked in confusion.

Fang Can: "Whatever you want."

Watching the figure walk out of the classroom, everyone was hesitant and indecisive, but upon hearing the chaotic clamor from other classrooms nearby, a girl gritted her teeth and quietly followed Fang Can.

With the first one, a second soon followed. Under the influence of herd mentality, the entire class, including the teacher, followed behind Fang Can.

Regarding this situation, Fang Can did not take any action; he neither agreed nor disagreed, which eased their tense moods.

Compared to the chaotic situation in other classes, this orderly behavior soon attracted the attention of those around them.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

A student from another class hurried over to the group and asked the students of this class, thinking this was the school's latest instruction.

Looking at the panicked student from the other class, a sense of superiority rose within the entire group: "Do you see the person in front? He is a noble Superpowered individual."

"A Superpowered individual!!!" The questioning student widened his eyes, but seeing the certainty of this group, he hurriedly ran away.

A minute later, a series of footsteps came from the stairs. Students and teachers from several classes all hurried downstairs and joined the queue behind Fang Can.

In just a few minutes, the group behind Fang Can had grown to over a hundred people, all silently following behind him, with no one leaving.

But this was just the beginning, because as the number of people increased, more and more students noticed this group.

One class, two classes, three classes...

When Fang Can walked to the school gate, the entire school's faculty and students had gathered behind him.

Some wanted to come forward to talk to Fang Can, but they were stopped by the students in Fang Can's class on the grounds that they could not offend a noble Superpowered individual.

Soon, Fang Can and the massive group of thousands of teachers and students behind him walked toward his home.

When the number of people reaches a certain scale, the psychology of huddling together will appear spontaneously.

In this city where the authorities had announced a loss of order and could not provide the public with a sense of security, most people would subconsciously integrate into the collective, because only in this way could they feel safe.

Soon, after leaving the school gate, everyone was attracted by the thousands of students walking in silence, and after learning the reason, they chose to join.

Listening to the distant clamor of the city and contrasting it with the silent, reassuring presence of the crowd, the confidence that had been missing began to take root in the hearts of these people.

Suddenly, a student pulled out their phone and said, "My parents are also in Z City. It's so dangerous out there right now; we should have them come over and meet up as soon as possible."

This sentence instantly reminded everyone else present, and the quiet group quickly became noisy as one person after another tried to call their friends and family who were also in Z City.

Two thousand... five thousand... ten thousand... twenty thousand...

Like a snowball rolling downhill, the crowd following behind Fang Can had swelled to a dense mass of at least tens of thousands.

These people included students, office workers, shut-ins, retired seniors, drivers, teenagers on bikes...

Under the psychological deterrence of a superpower user, despite the gathering of men, women, and children of all walks of life, remarkably, no chaos occurred.

It was as if humility and politeness had been carved into the hearts of these people.

Fang Can was well aware of everything happening behind him, but he did not interfere at any point. Throughout the entire process, he had simply stated his identity, and everything else had fallen into place as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

During this time, apart from Fang Can's classmates, no one had actually witnessed him display his abilities, yet they dared not doubt the truth of the matter, nor did anyone come forward to question it.

Because right now, they needed a superpower user to take charge of the big picture, even if it were a fake.

If they questioned it recklessly and it turned out to be real, wouldn't that be a disaster?

And so, based on a trust built upon suspicion, Fang Can successfully led these tens of thousands of people to his doorstep in silence.

At this moment, Jiang Ning'an, who was regulating her breathing inside the house: ??? No way, the modern people are attacking???

I originally wanted to make the protagonist act cowardly, but if the protagonist acts cowardly, wouldn't the readers be unhappy?

So, damn it, since I, the author, am here to back him up, could he possibly flip the car? What's there to be afraid of? Just go for it!