The gentle morning sunlight blanketed Z City.
There was little silence in the city center, but no sign of chaos.
Yet along the outskirts, a large group of black-clad people with their faces covered were running wild, smashing, looting, and taking whatever they could for free.
After all, not everyone wanted peace. With no laws in all of Z City right now, there were naturally plenty of people smashing and looting.
Places like supermarkets, shops, and jewelry stores were especially thoroughly picked over. Being robbed eight times in a single day was considered mild.
But compared to the chaos outside the city, the quiet in the city center was far more noteworthy.
"My lord, we've got information on Fang Can."
Inside Z City's underground base, a researcher handed a stack of documents to King of Bad Jobs.
He casually took the documents from the researcher and flipped through the first page.
Name: Fang Can
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Home address: No. XX, XX Street, XX Avenue, Z City
Father: Fang Tao
Mother: Yang Huaqin
Date of birth: ...
After briefly scanning the general information on the page, King of Bad Jobs tossed the documents aside.
He had no intention of thinking it through. He knew this wasn't his strong suit.
So he turned to the several brains working for him and said dismissively, "Go on. Tell me what you've figured out."
A bespectacled man gently pushed up his glasses.
"According to the information, this boy hadn't revealed that he was a superpowered individual before yesterday. And so far, we haven't found anything unusual about him."
"So that guy's a fake superpowered individual? Just an ordinary person, like his biological parents," King of Bad Jobs concluded.
"No. An analysis of his life shows there have been many coincidences. For instance, his father suddenly won tens of millions a few years ago."
"According to our investigation of the records from that year, those numbers shouldn't have been drawn. A staff member's mistake resulted in Fang Tao winning. If that wasn't a coincidence, then Fang Can's ability might have something to do with luck."
"But there's another suspicious point. We checked the surveillance footage from Fang Can's classroom yesterday. All those students turned their heads at once without discussing it beforehand. I suspect Fang Can also has an ability related to mental suggestion, but that contradicts our earlier theory."
"Of course, there's another possibility," another bespectacled man said.
"Maybe his superpower really is just one ability: manipulating luck. If so, is it possible he just got lucky and transmigrated to another world?"
"Transmigration?" King of Bad Jobs hesitated.
"Right. What if that wasn't mental suggestion, but Heart Manifestation Manifestation? After all, we've already discovered more than one citizen who transmigrated to another world," an analyst said.
"The only question now is how that guy managed to reach this level in less than seven days," another analyst said.
"Interesting. A superpowered individual and a martial arts prodigy?"
King of Bad Jobs slowly clenched his right fist. "Then I'll go meet my compatriot. If I want to know something, I'll just ask him directly. That'll save time."
"No, my lord. I actually don't recommend that you go looking for trouble with Fang Can right now."
"Why? You think I can't deal with that little crook?" King of Bad Jobs frowned.
Before the analyst could explain further, King of Bad Jobs's phone suddenly rang, drawing the attention of the others.
He was about to head to Z City, and irritably pulled out his phone to answer. "What is it? I'm busy right now."
A panicked voice came from the other end. "Boss, the thousand Tang San clones we grew from the novel Douluo Continent suddenly died!"
"What? You're saying all one thousand Tang Sans are dead? How?"
King of Bad Jobs was shocked. Had his grand plan already been doomed before it could even get started?
"I heard it was because of an error by the lab staff. The people responsible have already been fired."
"Damn it, why are we so unlucky!" As he spoke, King of Bad Jobs's expression suddenly changed. "Wait... unlucky?"
"My lord, this is why we don't recommend that you take action yourself," the analyst beside him explained.
"According to past data, superpowered individuals who can manipulate luck don't have much direct destructive power, but their influence reaches far and wide."
"There was once a recorded clash between a state-level superpowered individual and someone with a luck-related ability. The outcome was tragic," the analyst said.
King of Bad Jobs raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
The analyst replied, "The luck manipulator had an ordinary person's body, but managed to evade a state-level powerhouse's attempts to kill him for three days before he was finally found."
"In the end, the state-level superpowered individual killed his target. But apart from the superpowered individual himself, every member of the other man's Nine Clans died one after another over the course of three days."
"By the time that superpowered individual died, the total economic losses had been calculated at no less than ten billion yuan."
"Uh..." Hearing the analyst's explanation, King of Bad Jobs stopped in his tracks. Then he said, "Forget it. Leave things as they are. Keep monitoring the situation in Z City. Don't bother me unless something happens. I'm going back to restart the Infinite Protagonist Manipulation Project."
Watching King of Bad Jobs flee, the analysts all breathed a sigh of relief.
They weren't worried about whether King of Bad Jobs could kill Fang Can. They were worried that, during the fight, Fang Can's Nine Clans might include them, the analysts who had advised him, and that they too might die one after another because of some accident.
After all, when superpowered individuals fought, destruction was measured in Nine Clans. It was truly terrifying.
Now that they'd managed to talk him out of it, that was all for the best.
Upstairs in the base, Fang Can sensed the sudden increase and subsequent disappearance of the Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity effect, and was completely baffled.
"Was there some kind of danger just now?" Fang Can looked up at the sky. There hadn't been any meteorites falling or anything.
After pondering for a long time without finding any danger, Fang Can saw that his aptitude had returned to normal and simply let it go.
Then, after an afternoon of training, just as he had pushed his body's mutation level to 5.8%, someone knocked on the villa door.
He opened the door slightly and saw the mayor peeking in with a smile. "I've done what you asked. Everything has been made."
As he spoke, Fang Can saw the mayor push a briefcase inside.
"Young Master Fang, here's what you asked for. I won't disturb your rest. Just contact me again if you need anything." Mayor Li smiled and quietly backed out of the room.
Fang Can was pleased with Mayor Li's attitude and nodded.
He opened the briefcase Mayor Li had brought. Inside were several military-grade grenades, a pistol and ammunition, and a heap of bags filled with various poisons.
Looking at the items, Fang Can picked up one of the bags. Its label bore the scientific name arsenic trioxide, also known as arsenic. There were at least a thousand pills in the bag.
Before you continue