Exterminating Your Nine Generations!

Early morning, the warm sun blanketed Z City.

In the heart of the city, aside from a hint of stillness, there was no sign of chaos.

But on the outskirts of the city, a large group of black-clad individuals with their faces covered were frantically looting, smashing, and grabbing everything in sight.

After all, not everyone craves stability; since there was no law in Z City at the moment, there were naturally plenty of people engaging in looting.

Places like supermarkets, shops, and jewelry stores were being meticulously picked clean, with being robbed eight times in a single day considered a low figure.

Yet, compared to the chaos outside the city, the silence in the city center was even more worthy of attention.

"Sir, the intelligence on this Fang Can has come out."

Inside an underground base in Z City, a researcher handed a stack of documents to King of Bad Jobs.

Casually taking the documents from the researcher, King of Bad Jobs turned to the first page and gave it a brief glance.

Name: Fang Can

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Home Address: No. XX, XX Street, XX Avenue, Z City

Father: Fang Tao

Mother: Yang Huaqin

Date of Birth: ...

After a quick scan of the general content on this page, King of Bad Jobs tossed the documents aside.

He had no intention of thinking about it, and he knew he wasn't cut out for this kind of work.

So, he looked directly at the several external brains in front of him and said indifferently, "Speak up, what's your analysis?"

A man in glasses gently pushed up his spectacles:

"From the data, we can tell that this youth had never revealed his identity as a superpowered individual until yesterday, and so far, we haven't discovered anything about him that exceeds that of an ordinary person."

"In other words, that guy is a fake powered individual? Just like his biological parents, he's just an ordinary person," King of Bad Jobs judged.

"No, analyzing the trajectory of his life, we can see many coincidences. For example, a few years ago, Fang Can's father suddenly won tens of millions."

"According to the data from that year, the winning numbers shouldn't have been that set; it was due to a staff error that he won. If this isn't a coincidence, it can only mean that this Fang Can's ability might be related to luck."

"But there is another point of suspicion here. By pulling the surveillance footage from Fang Can's class yesterday, those classmates turned their heads in unison without any prior discussion. I suspect he also possesses a form of mental suggestion ability, but that contradicts the previous theory."

"Of course, there is another hypothesis," another man in glasses said:

"His superpower is indeed only one type, which is a luck-based ability. If so, is it possible that he was lucky enough to transmigrate to another world?"

"Transmigrate?" King of Bad Jobs hesitated.

"Yes, what if that wasn't a mental suggestion ability, but a Heart Manifestation? After all, we have already discovered more than one citizen who has transmigrated to another world," an analyst said.

"The only problem now is how that guy managed to train to this level in less than seven days," an analyst said.

"Interesting, a superpowered individual who is also a martial arts genius?"

King of Bad Jobs slowly clenched his right fist: "Then I'll go meet this compatriot of mine. It's easier to just go and ask what I want to know."

"No, sir, I actually don't recommend you go and trouble Fang Can right now."

"Why? Do you think I can't handle that little petty thief?" King of Bad Jobs frowned.

Before he could explain further, amidst the gazes of the several analysts, King of Bad Jobs' phone suddenly rang.

Preparing to head to Z City, he impatiently took out his phone and answered: "What is it? I'm busy right now."

Panicked words suddenly rang out from the other end of the line: "Boss, the one thousand Tang San clones we cultivated based on the novel Soul Land have suddenly died."

"What? You said one thousand Tang San clones are dead? How did they die?"

King of Bad Jobs was shocked; his Infinite Protagonist Manipulation Project couldn't have died in the cradle before it even started, could it?

"I heard it was caused by an experimental staff error. We've already fired the relevant personnel."

"Damn it, why is it so unlucky!" King of Bad Jobs said, his expression suddenly tightening: "Wait... unlucky?"

"Sir, this is why we don't recommend you take action personally," an analyst on the side explained.

"According to past data, those luck-based superpowered individuals don't have any specific destructive power, but their range of influence is extremely wide."

"There was once a record of a confrontation between a state-level superpowered individual and a luck-based ability user, and the final result was extremely tragic," the analyst said.

King of Bad Jobs raised an eyebrow: "What result?"

The analyst said: "Even though the luck-based ability user had the body of an ordinary person, when facing the hunt of a state-level powerhouse, they managed to hide for three full days before being found."

"Although the final result was that the state-level superpowered individual killed the target, aside from the superpowered individual himself being fine, the target's entire clan died one after another within three days."

"Until that superpowered individual died, it was calculated that it caused at least ten billion in economic losses."

"Uh, uh, uh." Hearing the analyst's explanation, King of Bad Jobs stopped the steps he was about to take, and then said:

"Forget it, let's leave it at that. Continue to monitor the situation in Z City for me. Don't disturb me unless something happens. I'm going back to restart the Infinite Protagonist Manipulation Project."

Watching the King of Bad Jobs flee in a panic, the few analysts breathed a sigh of relief.

They did not doubt the King of Bad Jobs' ability to kill Fang Can, but they were worried that during the battle, the target's "nine generations of kin"—including them, the analysts who had been plotting the strategy—might get dragged into the fray and die one after another due to some accident.

After all, when superpowered individuals fought, the destruction was measured in terms of one's entire lineage, which was simply terrifying.

If they could persuade him to leave now, that would be for the best.

Up in the base, Fang Can felt the effect of Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity suddenly intensify and then vanish, leaving him completely baffled.

Did some kind of danger just happen? Fang Can looked up at the sky, but there were no falling meteorites to be seen.

After pondering for a long time and failing to find the source of the danger, Fang Can looked at his aptitude status, which had returned to normal, and decided to simply stop worrying about it.

Following an afternoon of training, as he pushed his body's mutation level to 5.8%, a knock sounded at the villa door.

He gently opened the door to see the mayor poking his head in with a smile. "I have fulfilled my mission; everything you requested has been prepared."

As he spoke, Fang Can saw a briefcase being pushed inside by the man.

"Young Master Fang, this is what you asked for. I won't disturb your rest any further; if you have any questions, feel free to contact me." The mayor smiled and quietly retreated from the room.

Fang Can nodded in satisfaction at the attitude of Mayor Li.

He opened the briefcase the man had provided, revealing several military-grade grenades, a handgun with ammunition, and several bags filled with various types of poison.

Looking at these items, Fang Can picked up one bag first; the label bore the scientific name Arsenic Trioxide (Arsenic), and there were at least a thousand pellets inside a single bag.