Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 68 - 41 Since We’re Here
68: Chapter 41: Since We’re Here
68 -41: Since We’re Here
Mr.
Yan Qi tossed the glass bead in his hand, making smacking sounds continuously.
“Also this broken thing…
Tsk…
Huh?”
Miss Qin Qianbai, holding the gray-haired young man, landed beside him.
Gongsun Ce had already fallen into a deep sleep; his Black Sword in hand was trembling increasingly violently, indicating an extremely ominous omen.
Yan Qi looked at the Black Sword, then at the glass bead, and maliciously curved the corner of his mouth.
“Hey, since it’s already like this…
Put him down.”
Miss Qin, without a word, stepped back two steps, looking very much like a mother hen protecting her chick.
“What do you plan to do?”
The tall man snickered, “I’m going to save your lives!
Use your brain, girl.
Does that look like anything good to you?”
He was, without a doubt, pointing at the sword in Gongsun Ce’s hand.
The Black Sword that had slain the giant dragon.
He could smell an inauspicious scent of blood emanating from the sword; merely looking at it made his eyes ache.
Could this be a weapon to protect humanity?
The martial artist’s intuition objected, that was impossible.
What he had previously seen was not a human slaying the Dragon Disaster, but a natural disaster being consumed by another calamity.
It was a disaster equivalent to the Colored Glaze Disaster, perhaps even…
“A terrible thing indeed.”
“No shit.
Listen up, no matter what you see, don’t panic.”
Miss Qin carefully placed the gray-haired young man on the rooftop.
Mr.
Yan Qi stepped forward and poked the young man’s arm with the tip of his foot.
Gongsun Ce did not move an inch.
The tall man spoke in his unique weird tone, “Dawn Knight is here!”
Gongsun Ce jolted to a sitting position, as if awoken from a nightmare, “Who?!
Where?!”
Mr.
Yan Qi cursed, “Speaking nonsense?
Remove your temporary heart, I’m giving you a new one.”
A man in black official attire walked behind Mr.
Yan Qi and silently paid his respects.
He handed over a transparent jar and silently left after Mr.
Yan took it.
Through the outer wall, one could see inside the jar, a green-colored cultivating liquid with a faintly beating heart.
The Superpower User shivered, “What is that?!
Whose heart?!”
“Quit your yapping, get to work!”
The gray-haired youth cursed loudly, tapped his chest with his right hand, the white mass filling the wound dispersed, revealing the terrible scar underneath.
Mr.
Yan Qi, without another word, took the heart out of the jar and thrust it into the young man’s chest, his actions as rough as a monk driving stakes.
“…!”
Gongsun Ce let out an indescribable scream, and the new heart started to beat, connecting to the blood vessels with white mass in the youth’s chest once again.
“It’s connected, Gongsun boy…”
Mr.
Yan Qi chuckled, tossing the Netherworld Dragon’s eyeball.
“Hit!”
He flicked his finger, and the glass bead shot forward, striking right into the Superpower User’s heart!
“You?!”
Neither Superpower User had anticipated such a development.
Gongsun Ce felt as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward.
Before he could react, he heard the man shout, “Move faster!”
The gray-haired young man swore dirtily, “Have you gone fucking mad?!”
He grabbed the Black Sword and violently stabbed the tip into his heart.
Blood flowed out from the wound and did not fall to the ground, but rather followed the blade upward, merging into the cloth wrapped around the hilt that was soaked in blood.
Mr.
Yan Qi took out a brush from his pocket and sketched swiftly above the hilt of the sword.
He drew a neat pentagram and slapped forward, “Seal!”
The ink-colored pentagram pushed the Black Sword forward, and the sharp weapon, which should have pierced the young man’s chest, slowly disappeared, as if hiding in his heart.
Until at last, even the spike at the hilt’s end could not be seen.
The ink star marked the heart’s wound, making it heal as before, then it faded away and vanished.
“That damned thing…”
Gongsun Ce barely patched up the hole in his chest with the white mass and cursed with his last ounce of strength before closing his eyes and fainting.
The Creator Realm Mage put away the brush, “One more isn’t many!
It’s done.
Let’s go celebrate!”
Miss Qin stood still, unmoving, “Look at that, it’s the face preparing to give you a good beating.
What exactly did you do just now?”
The tall man stroked his chin, pondering, “You have two bombs at hand, once detonated, at the least they would destroy a city, at worst, they would affect the world.
And there’s only one suitable safebox at the scene…
So what are you going to do?”
Qin Qianbai stared at him expressionlessly, “Find another two more appropriate safeboxes, not ones intended for humans.”
Mr.
Yan Qi burst out laughing.
“Three years ago, there were plenty who could wield a sword, but now, only he remains!
To separate them is a bad idea; the risk of an incident would double.
Anyway, if there’s a problem, everyone is doomed, might as well seal them together, convenient and safe.”
“I don’t believe it’s just for that reason.”
“I do have my own considerations, but…” The tall man shrugged his shoulders, “That’s none of your concern—damn!”
Yan Qi hadn’t finished speaking when the girl from the Martial Arts Faction could no longer hold back.
She stepped forward and punched the man crisply in the belly, causing the lout to roll on the ground clutching his stomach.
“You little brat, wait and see!
I’m definitely going to complain to the old man, you won’t get a cent of reward this time!!”
“Grandpa would join me in hitting you if he saw this.”
Miss Qin carried her unconscious friend on her back and walked over to the man lying on the ground, “Where is Mr.
Shiyu?”
The middle-aged man who didn’t act his age lazily replied, “The foolish kid went to fight with a lunatic.”
Miss Qin shook her head speechlessly.
Everything she saw this afternoon was confusing to her.
By usual reasoning, now would be the time to go to the hospital, but just now Yan Qi had said they were going to have a celebration banquet.
Well, there was no danger to life anymore, so she decided to go.
She made up her mind and followed the cursing man, leaving the rooftop.
February 13th, at exactly 11 pm.
“You bastard!!”
The second Gongsun Ce recovered from his unconsciousness, he sat up angrily and yelled.
“Wow, that’s scary.
When did I ever offend you?”
The first person he saw was not the arrogant middle-aged man or the expressionless girl but the overweight young man he had met that afternoon.
Mo Yuankai was sitting at the guest table, peeling an orange with his hands.
The grey-haired young man looked around the environment; he saw a television that took up most of the wall and many familiar decorations, and then he realized he was lying on the couch of the information dealer.
This was Mo Yuankai’s home.
Gongsun Ce took off his glasses and covered his forehead, “I’m sorry, big brother, it wasn’t intentional.”
“Now you know to call me big brother.”
The grey-haired young man put his hands together in prayer.
“I was trying to remind you something was off before…”
“Right.
You’ve been calling me big brother for over 6 years; you walk in today and the first thing you say is Ah Kai, even my knees knew something was wrong,” the overweight youth threw the orange peel into the trash can, “I’m not as good with words as you, I was sweating bullets talking to her, afraid of giving us away.
When you first messaged, you only mentioned asking for information and picking up stuff on the way, and you should have told me about the acting beforehand.”
Gongsun Ce shook his head, “Let’s not talk about it.
I only really confirmed she was not a Hunter after dinner.”
“Since when do you know about Hunters?”
Even without knowledge about the profession of a Hunter, it was possible to notice the suspicious aspects exhibited by Alice.
Not to mention the ability to detect lies, but how exactly did Alice manage to put two evil spellcasters to flight with just her power before encountering him?
Even if Tierlos and Capro were busy searching for an entrance to the underground, they should not have been left in such a state by a Hunter who only had Shadow Orchid and Demon-breaking Arrow…
The most logical explanation he could come up with was that Alice’s true strength far exceeded her own performance.
With this caution in mind, it was natural to become more aware of the unnatural aspects of her discourse.
Gongsun Ce shrugged, “She says Sky Extreme is a calamity among free people who only craves battle, a madman.
Putting aside that Yan Qi isn’t so belligerent, would the Country give such information to its subordinates?
No knight’s underling could describe someone who helped Supibia three years ago like that.”
Mo Yuankai pondered for a while and said, “Battle-maniac, free person, calamity…
It’s not Sky Extreme, but there is such a person in the Empire.”
“Really?”
“I’m guessing she deliberately mixed up the information to you so that you would be hostile towards Mr.
Yan.
Think about it, she took the Country’s information, she must know Sky Extreme has a good relationship with the officials, and if she’s unlucky enough to encounter him, she can use your hostility to disrupt the situation and escape; sounds reasonable, right?”
The United States’ agent was ambushed before making an official entry.
If the Country’s force was indeed insufficient as she said, they would most likely encounter people from the Empire next.
To be cautious, it made sense to mix up the information under the guise of sharing knowledge as a backup plan.
As for the accidental encounter with a Superpower User who knew the Creator Realm Mage personally, that was something Shiyu Ling could not have anticipated.
“Too clever for one’s own good…”
He had just said it when he felt like it was a self-mockery, so he hastily changed the subject, “Where did that bastard Yan Qi go?
He just stuffed a dragon’s eyeball into my heart!”
“Don’t blame Mr.
Yan, he must have had his considerations,” the overweight young man offered an orange, “Have an orange to calm down.”
“Oranges cause heat.”
“Frozen oranges reduce heat.”
He took the orange and shoved it whole into his mouth.
The teeth piercing the icy fruit released the tart and sweet juice, exploding in his mouth with an indescribable sourness and a different kind of refreshment.
The citrus flesh slid down into his stomach, awakening a long-hidden hunger.
Only then did he remember the last proper meal he had was at the noodle shop, almost 5 hours ago.
Along with hunger came weakness and fatigue.
He covered his stomach with his left hand, about to say he was starving when he realized his wrist was moving flexibly, as if it had never been severed.
The Superpower User lifted his shirt and found that the earlier wounds filled with white matter had completely healed.
“Did you call a ‘doctor’ to the house?”
“With such severe injuries, you were thinking of staying in a hospital?
Of course, I used superpowers to heal,” the information dealer got a can of cola from the fridge, “Don’t worry about the money, Mr.
Yan is covering it this time.”
“So many years a loyal customer and not a discount.”
“The ‘doctor’ on his way out still said that after so many years, you haven’t learned your lesson.
Getting into a fight and ending up like this, you deserve to spend a fortune on treatment.”
“It’s not my fault, ah, you’re the one who’s taught by example.
Got any supper?
I’m starving to death.”
The overweight young man exclaimed dramatically, “Wow!
All of this is my fault?
Mr.
Yan and Qin Qianbai went to buy food, they should be back soon.
Speaking of which, you’ve known her for three years and it seems like you’re still treading water; any progress there?”
“What progress, we’re just ordinary friends, okay.
I’ve been single since I can remember, unlike you,” the Superpower User waved his hand, “If there’s nothing to eat, I’m going to wash my face…
ow hey, I’m dead tired today…
both sleepy and hungry.”
The Superpower User headed toward the bathroom on the first floor, the information dealer waited a few seconds until he entered the door before saying, “Forgot to tell you, there’s someone in the bathroom on the first floor.”
