Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 120 - 120 31 Candidness · Sharp Critique · Music

120: Chapter 31 Candidness · Sharp Critique · Music 120: Chapter 31 Candidness · Sharp Critique · Music Qiluo felt absolutely terrible.

She couldn’t fathom why close friends would hurt each other.

Nor could she understand why words that should have been easy to say always had to be hidden in front of important people.

“This is the rule of this city,” a voice echoed in her heart, her own voice.

You know, Qiluo.

We are Superpower Users, we always have to hide our secrets, we must cover up our strange hearts.

Otherwise, secrets and truths would hurt each other, and important people would be dragged into the vortex of disaster…

It seemed like her own thought.

Was it a notion she had held in the past?

Before her memory loss?

She vaguely heard her own name but could not make it out clearly…

Qiluo slapped her head and retorted firmly, “That’s so strange!”

It was too strange.

Who didn’t have things they didn’t want to talk about with others, and who wasn’t different from others?

Everyone was a Superpower User, wasn’t that the same?

True friends should support each other and overcome difficulties together!

“Qiluo?” “What’s wrong?”

This small group of four had their own rules, just like many people in the city, subtly hiding themselves in life, keeping their distance from others.

She really thought it was so foolish.

Vaguely recalling common sense that warned her not to meddle, Qiluo decisively threw these “rules” aside.

She had lost her memory!

She would do as she pleased!

She stood up, grabbing Kardesia’s shoulders.

“Listen, Kardesia.

Shiyu Lianyi didn’t mean to play a prank on you!

What he wanted to say was something else…

but there were too many accidents today, it’s not all his fault!!”

The anger in the blonde girl’s eyes was replaced by confusion for the most part.

“What are you talking about…”

Qiluo then looked towards Qin Qianbai, who had just sent a text message, then put away her phone, no longer looking at it.

“Gongsun Ce didn’t do it on purpose!

He’s not angry at you, he couldn’t see the toy bear I conjured up!”

Miss Qin stared at her blankly.

“Toy bear…?”

Qiluo was so frustrated she stamped her feet.

These two clever girls seemed to have trouble turning their heads now, almost dumber than she was!

She couldn’t help Shiyu Lianyi express his feelings, nor could she defend Gongsun Ce, but Qiluo always felt she should do something—anything was better than sitting around doing nothing!

The TV inside the shop was playing an advertisement for a popular idol, “Bringing you a good mood for the day!” Seeing this, Qiluo had a great idea.

She dragged them along without explanation: “Let’s go!

Let’s listen to some music to change our mood, hear me out, and when you’re feeling a bit better, have a good talk with them!

Everything will get better!”

Kardesia clumsily buttoned up her coat.

“Wait, Qiluo!

I haven’t paid yet!!”

·

To: Qin Qianbai

[Sorry, miss.

My head was a mess just now, it really wasn’t on purpose.

Forgive me.]

To: Gongsun Ce

[Sorry, Ah Ce…]

To: Qin Qianbai

[Don’t be like that, you don’t need to apologize!]

“Ah…”

The girl did not reply to this message, and the young man with grey hair looked at his phone screen, sighing dejectedly.

He had stayed with his friends for a while, until Mr.

Shiyu said he wanted some quiet time.

Then he drove his sports car back to his brother’s house, smelling of confusion and a shattered mindset.

“Open the door.”

The door opened automatically, Mo Yuankai was not at home.

He walked into the home of the information dealer, sat down on the sofa, and turned on the TV.

The afternoon news was still discussing the same old incidents, as filler content.

He watched ten seconds of the follow-up report on the Fixed Wing District fire, decided to change the channel, and then saw the post-investigation program about the Colored Glaze Disaster that had happened two weeks before.

Gongsun Ce turned off the TV.

“Looks like it was an explosive ending.”

He heard the voice of the homeowner, Mo Yuankai, squeezing his plump body in from the door.

The information dealer was dressed in solemn black clothes, with his hair slicked back with gel as if he had just returned from some serious event.

“Did you go to a meeting?”

“What meetings would I have?

I went to clean up Tierlos’s grave at noon, even if he was a baddie, he deserves a visit.”

The Superpower User fell silent.

His brother’s words pulled him back from everyday life, reminding him that there was more than just youth’s emotional troubles and romance; there was also death, disasters, and dragons.

His brother sat down next to him.

“…Did he have a grave?”

“I took some time a few days ago to make one, couldn’t find a bit of his tissue, so I just buried some soil.”

The laughter of the giant dragon worshipper before his death echoed in his ears, along with his mad curse.

Everything had happened so suddenly; he thought the other was going to run away, he used his power to seal the windows, but the sphere crashed into the arrow…

“If I could—”

“Don’t blame yourself, Ah Ce.

He did a lot of bad things, he got what he deserved, even if you had saved him, he probably would be dead by now.”

He understood the reasoning.

But the young man still felt dejected, because of his moment of indecision, because he wasn’t thorough, not decisive…

“I’m always like this, big brother.

I seem so clever normally, but my true colors show at the critical moment.”

Mo Yuankai sighed exaggeratedly.

“Oh no!

It’s not that bad.

At most, you have a little character flaw, wanting to be ruthless while being kind-hearted, so sometimes you end up pleasing no one and you’re the one who gets the blow.”

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