Chapter 405: Your Qing Mei is Godlike

The fourth day of the instance.

The fifth instructor was carried out. Everyone had seen him fly into a rage out of humiliation and try to shoot Duan Fei, only to have his front teeth smashed by a crowbar before he collapsed, unconscious.

None of the five instructors were run-of-the-mill. They were masters of armed combat, experts in manipulation, elite assassins, or tactical geniuses.

Unfortunately, their opponent was Duan Fei.

A hardcore player using a cheat.

Their innermost thoughts were written all over their faces, leaving Duan Fei with a crystal-clear picture of their plans. They came at him one by one, lining up for defeat, serving no purpose other than to broaden Duan Fei’s horizons and help him grow accustomed to his Talent.

Meanwhile, the other trainees’ initial hostility toward Duan Fei had transformed into fearful reverence.

They no longer dared to make eye contact with him. They had started calling him “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.” When Duan Fei walked into the cafeteria, his dinner would be waiting for him, the steak already cut into bite-sized pieces.

Aside from the fat guy and the black man from his dorm, no one else dared to get close. When he walked up the stairs, the others would freeze, some even scrambling to avoid his shadow, as if afraid to tarnish its perceived sanctity.

People are drawn to strength.

The animal instinct within them made them instinctively seek out an alpha.

Duan Fei had proven he was strong enough to be that alpha. Even though he had no desire for the role, the others subconsciously treated him as such.

On the evening of the fourth day, a new instructor arrived.

During the boisterous recreation period, the new instructor summoned Duan Fei to the office over the PA system.

The person was an androgynous youth with impeccable features and an arrogant smile.

Upon seeing Duan Fei, the youth began, “I am—”

“Jinghong, what the hell are you doing?”

“…How could you tell? I’ve already perfected my Disguise Technique.”

“Are you kidding me? Your mannerisms haven’t changed at all. Your breathing still hitches when you look at me. I’d know it was you even without my cheat.”

Jinghong narrowed her eyes at Duan Fei, then sighed. “You’re no fun.”

Duan Fei, however, walked right up to her and curiously stroked her face.

Her face felt as delicate as real skin—smooth and supple to the touch, with no trace of alteration.

Jinghong was startled by his action and asked frantically, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m checking to see if you used some dark art like a human-skin mask. Otherwise, how could you be so completely unrecognizable?”

“It’s the Disguise Technique, one of the skills of the Actor Profession. It works by making minute adjustments to one’s facial features to achieve a completely different face. Go ahead and touch all you want. You won’t find a single flaw.”

“It really is amazing.”

Blushing, Jinghong let Duan Fei continue his inspection, but she finally gave in after ten minutes.

Her face beet red, she forcefully pushed Duan Fei away. “Why are you so into it?!”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to let go.”

“Don’t give me the wrong idea!”

Duan Fei was about to ask what she meant, but the female secretary at her side coughed and whispered in Jinghong’s ear, “Miss Jinghong, my Superpower can’t last much longer. We’ll be back under surveillance soon, so could you please not act out your little romantic dramas in front of me?”

“Are you telling me what to do? I know how to handle my own affairs.”

“Including using this as a pretext to satisfy your own sordid desires? You’re a smart woman. Why do you get so dumb the moment you see the object of your affections?”

“Shut up.”

The female secretary chuckled softly and extended a hand to Duan Fei.

Duan Fei reflexively shook her hand and asked, puzzled, “And you are?”

“A Second-level Superpower User. You can call me Alemann.”

Duan Fei had heard there were Superpower Users in this instance, but this was the first time he’d actually met one.

She had blonde hair, full lips, and cleavage that ran deep. The only thing that seemed off was her magenta skirt suit, which was a bit dated.

Seeing Duan Fei about to shake hands with Alemann, Jinghong started to intervene but then stopped herself.

They shook hands briefly, but Alemann didn’t let go. Instead, she flashed a mischievous grin and whispered, “Tomboy, childhood sweetheart… The smarter people are, the weirder their kinks. Jinghong talks about you constantly. I was expecting your tastes to be far stranger, but it turns out you’re just a normal guy.”

“Tentacles and a cross-dressing Magical Girl, where you play the role of the tentacles. Your own kinks are pretty out there, which must mean you’re quite clever,” Duan Fei said, reading the words on her face.

“Ngh…”

Clutching her chest, Alemann had lost a direct confrontation for the first time.

Wiping away imaginary blood from the corner of her mouth, she nodded. “Impressive. You saw right through me on our very first meeting.”

“You flatter me. You’re just a particularly unique case.”

“Alright, you two can stop with the mutual admiration,” Jinghong said with a sigh. “Weren’t you the one just telling me to hurry up?”

Alemann finally let go of his hand. “I know you must have a lot of questions, Mr. Duan,” she said. “Like why Jinghong is here, or why I’m with her. Please give me half an hour of your time, and I’ll explain everything.”

“No need.” Duan Fei held up a hand. “A person’s expressions and behavior reveal a lot. For example, your kinks awakened when you were a child and accidentally saw your father’s costume at a comic convention… You Americans really seem to like cosplaying as Evil Gods at those things.”

“Guh… Just kill me now.”

“We can play your ‘female knight’ game later. I’ll continue. It’s obvious Jinghong isn’t like me; she should be on the surface. During her time up there, she must have made contact with you Superpower Users. Then, through some means, she located me and used her disguise to infiltrate this place. Am I wrong?”

Alemann listened, dumbfounded. She opened her mouth to speak several times, but nothing came out.

‘This is… unbelievable!’

If she hadn’t sensed a complete lack of Superpower from him, she would have suspected Duan Fei was a Superpower User himself.

Jinghong, on the other hand, puffed out her chest proudly and said, “I told you. My Duan Fei is amazing.”

“Okay, okay, your Duan Fei is the best. So, can you guess my objective?”

“To find the Superpower User imprisoned in this base.”

“You’re psychic!” Alemann exclaimed. “How did you figure that out?!”

“It’s all written on your face,” Duan Fei said, looking at the words that had appeared there.

“You mean my thoughts are literally written on my face? That’s incredible! You have to join our Superpower Association. Even without a Superpower of your own, you’d be the brightest star among us.”

“Er… thanks. But I still need you to introduce yourself properly. After all, I can’t see *everything*.”

“Right.”

With a slight nod, the somewhat un-fashionable Alemann patted her chest and said, “I’m Alemann, deputy to the Level 3 Superpower User, Supernova. I myself am a Second-level Superpower User. My Superpower is creating an Illusion to block surveillance. I also have a secondary Superpower: I can see other people’s kinks through physical contact. To be honest, I’ve been looking for someone willing to cosplay as a cross-dressing Magical Girl. It’s a bonus if they’re muscular. If you know anyone, I’d appreciate an introduction.”

Duan Fei immediately thought of the Missionary of Love. He couldn’t help but marvel that no matter how peculiar a lock might be, there was always a key somewhere in the world that could open it.

‘When I have the time, I definitely have to introduce them to each other.’

‘If for no other reason than it would be hilarious.’