Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 125 - 125 34 Blindfolding Trick

125: Chapter 34: Blindfolding Trick 125: Chapter 34: Blindfolding Trick Time had reversed to not long ago.

In the heart of an area dense with academies, there stood a music store nestled in a small alley.

Positioned between two middle schools, the store owner was an elderly man who accompanied his grandson to school.

Here they sold old CDs and videotapes, trendy music equipment, and also some books and stationery.

After class, high school students usually headed straight for the food and beverage shops on Commercial Street, and only a few artsy students would visit this store, resulting in scant business throughout the day, much to the delight of the white-bearded old man who enjoyed the peace.

A young boy wearing a cap walked into the music store, greeted the owner politely, and then put down his backpack.

This middle school student, faintly smelling of paste, was our unlucky Milais.

The old shopkeeper cheerfully greeted him,

“Ah, little Milais!

I guess you went to a barbecue party at noon?”

After the failed “jailbreak” the day before yesterday, a few middle school students were supposed to have been firmly disciplined.

However, they were so terrified by a gray-haired Superpower User that even the gym teacher, known by students as “Silverback Gorilla,” felt too embarrassed to speak harshly to this tearful child.

Due to his exceedingly good attitude in admitting his faults and deep self-reflection, the punishment he received after being caught and brought back to school was just to help out in the little shop next to the school during his free time, assisting the old man with miscellaneous chores.

Though it was called helping with chores, there really wasn’t much business in the little shop, so he was basically just coming over during his spare hours to listen to music for a couple of hours and casually chat with the old man…

just like now.

He was supposed to have come in the morning, but who would have thought his e-bike would be stolen?

With a gloomy face, Milais said, “Almost…

I’m sorry, sir, I’m late.”

“No worries, I’m very happy you could come.

Little Milais, could you switch the track for me?

The red packet on the third row of the shelf on the left…

yes, that’s it.

An old folk song from the western United States, you’ll like it…”

Milais carefully placed the record into the old phonograph, and the melodious sound of an accordion filled the small store.

The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes, enjoying the music.

He hummed for a while, then asked, “What did you do, child?

The last kid who came here to help was a big guy, said he got into a fight outside school.”

“I—”

Milais was about to say he got dragged into a Superpower brawl but then realized the old man wasn’t asking about today’s events but rather why he came to help.

He stuttered, “I wanted to sneak back home.”

“No wonder!

I can understand how you feel, my grandson used to think the same way when he first came.

Do you know what his little trick was?”

“Uh, what was it?”

“My grandson could bend spoons, now that’s quite the Superpower.”

The young boy couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Pfft!

I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean…”

The old shopkeeper reached out and touched his beard.

“I know, I know, it’s no big deal.

He used to say to me all the time, ‘Darn it, Grandpa!

I can only bend spoons, why did they have to bring me here?!

My classmate’s Telekinesis can do anything, they should catch more of those kinds of people!’ Then I would tell him, ‘That’s also a pretty neat trick, isn’t it?

You can try using it to flirt, your female classmates might find it interesting.'”

Milais imagined a boy trying to flirt with classmates using a spoon and laughed, “You have such progressive thinking.”

“We always have to think positively about things, kid.

Once you’re used to it, you’ll find life here isn’t too bad.”

“You’re right.”

He agreed reluctantly.

The old man looked at him compassionately, “I guess you don’t quite agree.”

“I…”

Milais struggled for a while, then burst out frustratedly, “I really don’t want to stay in this crappy place anymore!

In this city, even if I do nothing, I’ll get wrapped up in weird situations, run into strange people!

They all have powers, or at least muscles.

But what can a poor bug like me who gets dragged into this do?”

“I want to go somewhere safe…

I want to go out and see…”

Milais grumbled sadly.

“I’m sorry, sir…”

He smelled a delicious aroma; the shopkeeper came over with a small plate holding a steaming hot apple pie.

“I just baked it; want a piece?”

Milais accepted it sheepishly and munched on the pie.

“I guess you must have run into some bad luck.

You know, as a rule, I won’t pry.

All I can say is the old saying: everything will eventually get better.”

“You got covered in paste today, but a few years ago, this little mishap wouldn’t even count as bad luck—the real unlucky ones were lying in hospital beds, and those even unluckier lost their lives.

You work hard every day, never do anything wrong, just trying to scrape by.

But then one day, boom!

Superpower Users and monsters are fighting, your workplace is gone, and when you go home, where your house used to be is now just a pile of rubble.

Look next door, and there’s a shootout in the streets; bullets flying everywhere, you don’t even know where to run!”

The old man cheerfully told the child these frightening stories.

“Really?”