Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 100 - 100 18 Communication Writing Letters Reciting Speeches_2

100: Chapter 18: Communication, Writing Letters, Reciting Speeches_2 100: Chapter 18: Communication, Writing Letters, Reciting Speeches_2 He sighed and said, “From an ordinary person’s point of view, it’s not a big deal, but for me, it’s a problem I don’t want to face…

and it’s all because of my own factors that I make ordinary things so troublesome.”

Qiluo suddenly got excited, “Is it a love problem?!”

Do all you girls think in such leaps?

The Superpower User didn’t directly answer this question, but continued along the previous line of discussion.

“Before, when I wasn’t as mature as I am now…

okay, I admit I’m not that mature even now but certainly better than before.

In other words, when I wasn’t like I am now, I met some people who had a great influence on me.”

Qiluo believed that communication was a collision of hearts.

A person’s soul changes through interactions with others.

This statement wasn’t backed by theory but was purely from an emotional perspective, and Gongsun Ce felt a resonance with this view.

He too had developed his current philosophy of life after meeting many people.

Like the big brother who pulled him out of the mire, motivating him to move forward on the right path.

And then there was her, whom he met in the Country.

The Dawn Knight.

“One of them…

she was pretty bad to me.

From a standard person’s point of view, she definitely wasn’t easy to get along with, but she taught me many things and gave me a lot of help.”

As he spoke, his mind wandered back to the time spent in Supibia.

Walking the streets and alleys with the Knight Miss, unraveling the malicious webs spun with cold words, one moment chasing down leads on cases, the next searching for legends about knights and swords…

“Being by her side, I was tormented to death every day.

That period could be described as utterly dreadful…

utterly dreadful.”

Qiluo blinked in confusion; she didn’t understand why Gongsun Ce was smiling even though he was clearly talking about unhappy things.

“She was pretty good to me.”

The young man was lost in his memories, even forgetting the contradictory nature of his own words.

“But in the end, I wasn’t able to meet her expectations.

I did a pretty terrible job, so terrible that I didn’t have the face to see her.

After parting ways, I never contacted her again.

Now, once again facing trouble, I really don’t have the face to ask her for help…

Sigh!

It all boils down to the petty pride playing up, so it’s really not a big deal.”

Qiluo fiddled with her hair and said, “It sounds like you’re avoiding reality…”

Isn’t that the truth.

“People who always tell the truth are bound to be disliked.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

The young man with gray hair stood up, gesturing to the girl with a wave of his hand.

“Thanks for listening, I feel much better.

Let’s go, Miss Qiluo, you really should go back now.”

Qiluo wondered to herself, did his mood really improve?

She had only listened to him talk, not understanding much of it.

How complicated…

“Right, it might be better to use stars or the sun opposite the moon in imagery.”

The girl with twin ponytails blinked, then snapped back to reality.

“Ah!

You’re right, what about changing the previous sentence to a dim starry sky?”

“Not bad.”

Gongsun Ce led the girl down from the rooftop, back to the floor where he lived.

Thud, thud, thud, the young man knocked on the door of room 7-6 next door.

“It’s me.

Miss.”

Three seconds later, Qin Qianbai, wearing a nightcap, opened the door.

She glanced at the gray-haired young man who had knocked, and then at Qiluo, who was hiding behind him, looking embarrassed.

“Ah.”

The superpower user stepped aside to let the idol face the door directly, “She sneaked up to the rooftop to sing while you weren’t paying attention.”

“Sorry…”

Miss Qin’s mouth curved downward.

“There, see, this is the face of someone very angry after being deceived by a superpower.”

“Qin Qianbai looks so scary!!!”

Qiluo was pulled into the house by the girl with a blank face, her expression resembling that of a diver who had unfortunately fallen into the jaws of a giant shark.

Gongsun Ce propped the door open and said, “Should we put up a reminder note on the door that asks ‘Is Qiluo home?'”

Miss Qin nodded.

“Good idea, goodnight, Ah Ce.”

“Goodnight.”

Gongsun Ce turned and entered his own home.

He used telekinesis to turn on the light, closed the door, walked to his desk, sat down, and rummaged through a drawer, eventually pulling out a stack of writing paper he had never used since buying it.

The young man swayed his pen back and forth, hesitated several times to shove the paper back in, but each time opened the drawer again and abandoned the thought.

He laughed mockingly at himself, “To be told by an honest child that I’m escaping reality, that is just…”

Gongsun Ce sighed and wrote a few words in the universal language on the paper.

Heaven help him, he couldn’t even remember the last time he wrote a composition in a foreign language!

The knowledgeable and talented knightess was fluent in many languages; surely she would understand a letter in Imperial Language.

But then she would undoubtedly reply in Imperial Language, with more beautiful handwriting and more proper grammar than his, which would only make him feel even more ashamed.

He decided to write in a foreign language anyway, at least that would give him a less awkward excuse.

Gongsun Ce followed a template he remembered, starting with the word that meant “dear” — and then he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

“Idiot!”

He cursed under his breath, then began anew with “Respected”.

It was a good term; he could start with “Respected Dawn Knight”, that way the knightess couldn’t find fault in it.

He continued writing, and soon finished the main content of the letter: greetings, summary of the incident two weeks ago, qualification assessment for the Impermanence Skill, and a request for help.

Although none of the issues mentioned in the letter were good news, since he had already written this much, he had no reason to give up now.

Thus, Gongsun Ce hesitated slightly with his pen, then began writing content not related to the main text.

“…Two weeks ago I used the sword once again.

I once again realized its power, and I understood once again that it’s not a force I can control.

Yan Qi said the new seal applied this time is much stronger than those hastily imposed in the past, but I can’t help but feel uneasy, because I don’t know what this sturdy seal will become when the sword is used again someday.

I hope that one day it can be formally sealed.

If afterwards it can only maintain its current state, please let me know when you need help.”

“As someone who hasn’t been in touch for three years, I know the previous statement might seem quite shameless, please forgive my impertinence.

I am writing this sentence with utmost sincerity: I’ve really handled things terribly, to the point where I don’t know how to face you.

It wasn’t until today, due to the events I mentioned previously that I didn’t know how to deal with, that I dared to muster the courage to write to you…I know what you would say, like a child avoiding reality.

I am willing to accept any judgment you have.”

He worried that if he continued writing, it would turn into a self-reflection essay, so he hurriedly brought it to a close and started a new paragraph.

“I have been following the rebuilding plans of Supibia closely, and am pleased to see the royal capital slowly returning to its former state with time.

Life has changed somewhat for me after returning to the City of the Heavens.

I have made new friends, and the city is developing in a positive direction.

I think I’ve been doing rather well lately…”

He hesitated once more, then added, “I hope you are doing well too.”

The superpower user felt he had nothing more to write, planning to simply conclude the letter as it was.

“Has the Seventh Knight found a suitable sword?

I imagine she has taken on a significant role and must be very busy, but the determined knight will surely overcome all difficulties.

Please convey my regards to her.

And extend my regards to everyone in the Knight Order as well.”

“Please send my regards to Mo Yuankai from the Seventh Knight.

He has gained a bit of weight recently…

rather…

rapidly, but he always looks well.”

“Yours sincerely, Gongsun Ce.”

The superpower user sealed the letter, wrote the address, heaved a long sigh, as if he had finished an immensely heavy task.

Gongsun Ce pondered whether he should send some local specialties along with the letter when suddenly a voice from inside his heart interrupted his thoughts.

(Gongsun, you’re not asleep yet, are you?)