My Ability Pool is Superior

“No, I…”

Lu Bai’s refusal was halfway spoken when he suddenly noticed a line of small text appearing in front of his retina.

[Detected data file. Proceed with read?]

He immediately changed his tone: “…Can I?”

Don’t think that just because the ability ranking includes tens of thousands of abilities, retaining an ability is simple.

Without exaggeration, at least nine out of ten official death fighters lack the qualification to retain an ability.

Even retaining an ability just once absolutely places one among the most outstanding batch of death fighters.

And for such an outstanding official death fighter to take on this kind of talent scout job, it seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

The middle-aged man who looked like a director chuckled: “I happen to have a script recruiting actors, the historical drama ‘Great Traitor Kai Shen’. If you’re interested, the lead role can be yours—I can make that call.”

“Sounds pretty interesting. I want to give it a try.”

Lu Bai’s smile became even brighter: “But if I’m playing the great traitor, won’t I need to spend some time bulking up?”

??? What bulking up?

“Wait a moment.”

Ding Zhongmin had an old complaint stuck in his throat.

He ultimately endured the impulse to mock and forced out a smile again: “No need. We’re a small crew; we don’t fuss over that.”

Lu Bai thought for a moment and asked: “So where’s the crew? Are we heading there now?”

“…Of course. Follow me.”

Ding Zhongmin turned and led Lu Bai toward Yiju City.

The two, one in front and one behind.

Crossing the steel frame bridge, turning into Yiju City, weaving through the steel rebar jungle.

Lu Bai suddenly spoke up: “This Coffin City is truly disgusting.”

Hearing this, Ding Zhongmin was stunned, and a piece of mockery slipped out uncontrollably: “This is what the masters call Yiju City. You wouldn’t dare call it a coffin.”

“So this is a topic you can’t even touch?”

Lu Bai sneered contemptuously: “Yiju City? Heh, I think this is just a kind of confidence.”

Ding Zhongmin was a bit puzzled.

Why did this generational genius seem more like a Can Society member than himself?

He glanced around left and right, waved his hand, and said quietly: “Stop, stop.”

“Why not say it? The masters can do it, but we can’t even talk about it? What reason is that?!”

Lu Bai pointed at the busy pedestrians: “Look, this is what happens when you don’t say it—you bury your head in hard work, and there’s endless hardship.”

“No, there’s a hidden reason here…”

Ding Zhongmin subconsciously wanted to refute, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized something was off. Why was he speaking up for the United Government?

“Why should I consider the big picture? If I had money, I’d be talking big about idealism with you all too.”

Lu Bai’s tone was first impassioned, then laced with sarcasm: “Good days are still to come, right?”

Ding Zhongmin: No, why does this keyboard warrior have so many ideas?

Though he deliberately acted normal, as a Can Society member, hearing these words inevitably made him a bit excited.

This Can Society member suddenly realized.

Something’s off. Why are we trying so hard to kill this generational genius?

He’s clearly one of our Can Society comrades!

But for caution’s sake, he didn’t spill everything and instead probed subtly.

“Sigh, little brother, this kind of talk is fine privately between us. Don’t ever…”

…

Along the way, the two chatted amiably.

Thanks to his past life experience browsing forums, Lu Bai’s casual remarks were top-tier sarcasm.

Ding Zhongmin listened with great satisfaction, feeling a sense of regret for not meeting sooner.

After all, Lu Bai’s words carried the full flavor of a Can Society member—the purity of his barbs was something even pros couldn’t match.

Ding Zhongmin stopped at the entrance of a bar named [Truth or Dare].

He turned to Lu Bai and said solemnly: “Clever Malphite, I must apologize to you.”

“Apologize for what… uh!”

Lu Bai acted as if he had just realized, his complexion suddenly turning shocked and furious: “How do you know!?”

Ding Zhongmin was instead a bit smug: “Our energy exceeds your imagination.”

“What do you mean by ‘us’?”

Lu Bai asked knowingly, at least going through the process.

“Have you heard of—Can Society?”

Ding Zhongmin looked proud.

Lu Bai shook his head and answered honestly: “I only learned this name today.”

“It’s not too late to know now. After all, our objective is the same.”

Ding Zhongmin clenched his fists, trying hard to suppress his excitement: “Overthrow humanity’s tyranny.”

Lu Bai pretended to widen his eyes, nervously glanced around, then slapped his thigh and lowered his voice: “Great, great!”

Click~

The nightclub door was pushed open.

A sophisticated woman in black stockings and high heels walked out of the shop entrance.

She was about thirty years old, but with a voluptuous figure, her camisole barely containing her fullness, easily igniting evil fire in a man’s heart.

“Director Ding, thanks for your hard work.”

She nodded to Ding Zhongmin first, then turned to Lu Bai with a smile: “Murphy, I must be honest with you—we eavesdropped on your conversation the whole way. Times are tough; please don’t mind.”

Her peach blossom eyes shimmered with sincerity, her attitude so earnest it was hard to voice any blame.

Lu Bai quickly understood and nodded: “Of course. The deed is done in secret.”

“Then, on behalf of all Can Society members, welcome to join us. Follow me.”

Kang Meirou swayed her hips, stepping aside and gesturing with her hand toward the shop entrance: “Can Society is inside.”

…

Entering the shop, since it wasn’t open yet, the corridor lights were off.

Holding the wall, they passed through the pitch-black corridor and pushed open the door to the hall.

It was very quiet inside.

At the bar counter, two bartenders—one wiping a cup with a white cloth, the other slowly mixing a drink.

The remaining three waiters sat uniformly in a booth, eyeing Lu Bai walking between the two with mild curiosity.

Incidentally, ever since Lu Bai entered the hall, lines of small text had appeared before his eyes.

Apart from him, six out of the seven people present possessed abilities.

These guys were probably all senior members in Can Society.

However, Lu Bai wouldn’t get stage fright. He naturally frowned and said: “What’s up with those three? No work in their eyes?”

Kang Meirou: “…”

Ding Zhongmin: “…”

“So that’s why I said we should vet longer.”

A Huang Mao wearing a waiter’s uniform stood up, glaring at Lu Bai somewhat displeased: “You probably don’t know—you were supposed to die today.”

Hearing this, Lu Bai turned to look at Ding Zhongmin, then at Kang Meirou.

He then unconsciously showed a half-smile: “He dares say anything.”

“Enough.”

Ding Zhongmin removed the director’s hat from his head and casually tossed it onto the nearby sofa: “We’re all comrades. I don’t want to hear any more meaningless arguments.”

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