Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 128 - 128 36 Sudden Change

128: Chapter 36: Sudden Change 128: Chapter 36: Sudden Change Downtown, in a small store.

Milais watched as the driver installation completed and opened the playlist on the portable music player.

“What song would you like to hear?”

“Something nice.”

…Well, I can’t know what you like then.

The boy in the duckbill cap and the man in green stared at each other, and the man seemed to feel it wasn’t too helpful, asking again, “What do people in this city listen to?”

“Well, as you know, the citizens of the City of the Caelum come from all over the world, and they listen to everything.

If you’re talking about what’s popular recently, you might want to try Xingli’s songs.”

“Xingli?”

“It’s her stage name.

She’s been a very popular idol these past couple of years, many of my classmates are her fans.” He became excited talking about his favorite singer, “To be fair, she really sings amazingly well, better than many other singers I’ve listened to before!

Let me play one for you.”

The old store owner seemed like he would be gone for a while longer, so the boy stopped the phonograph and used the store’s speakers to play the songs of the popular idol.

“Swinging the wings of white wax ♪”

“Bidding farewell to the past ♪…”

An energetic female voice filled the small store, and Milais enthusiastically introduced, “This is her impression song of the City of the Caelum released last year, I really like this one!”

The man with double swords closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded.

“It sounds good, I want to put her songs into my portable music player.”

“Okay, but…” he asked a bit sheepishly, “this isn’t my computer, and downloading the legitimate special format music files here again would be a bit troublesome…

so…

sir, would you mind listening to pirated songs?”

The man in green asked puzzledly, “What do you mean by ‘pirated’?”

Milais abandoned the idea of explaining in detail and casually glossed over it, “It’s nothing much, I guess you wouldn’t mind.

Please wait a moment, I’ll directly copy the resources from my phone, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

The double-sworded man nodded and started browsing the merchandise in the store.

Time flowed slowly.

Milais looked at the portable music player and suddenly remembered the ones who had brought him bad luck, those three thugs dressed in black.

As he copied all the songs of the popular idol into the portable music player, he worried about the original audio files listed.

Were those from Wing of Death looking for this portable music player to retrieve the files inside?

He dared not listen to them, nor ask about them, and he feared that someday he might be caught because of them.

Should he back up these files?

Would doing so endanger his own safety?

Or should he do nothing at all?

He shuddered and abandoned the thought of meddling further.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make.

He should stay away from all this, and if caught, just tell the truth and leave it to fate!

It was a wise choice.

Just as he thought, he was just a minor character, an ordinary person…

someone who shouldn’t be in the story, just a background filler was enough.

His “role” had been sizeable enough, hadn’t it?

·

Someone didn’t think so.

Ordinary people are good.

The advantage of ordinary people is their incompetence.

Incompetent, weak, powerless, unwise, with fragile minds.

Therefore, suitable to be pawns on the chessboard, used to influence bigger pieces.

No need to interfere with minds or control destinies, just a subtle hint, some illusions mistaken for reality, wind, temperature, sound, plus the most crucial, the omnipresent network…

Even those from the Manifestation Realm like Spiritual Image Mages can be easily led to where they should go.

Even characters like Sky Extreme, Ming Guest, and Mr.

Xuan Zhi were like headless flies crashing around the chessboard, dancing in the palm of the chess player.

So far, everything was going smoothly.

It was time for the next move.

“Do not rush, do not hurry.

Extraneous branches serve no purpose, laborious efforts turn to naught!

It’s better to stand back and quietly wait for the undercurrents to surge!”

The longerthe wait, the more variables emerged.

Those from the Dragon Species, unsettled by continual frustrations, the Impermanence Law Enforcers still hadn’t seen through reality.

Repeatedly failed jailbreaks raised a restive fog at the base.

Ming Guest was soon to encounter the bait prepared for him, and he would definitely fall for it willingly.

This was the best opportunity.

“Why justify?

Only due to panic!

The Silent Star Demon Sword is like a thorn in your back, making you sit on pins and needles!”

I admit.

I didn’t want Gongsun Ce to live too long.

He went to check the letter; it was one of our anticipated scenarios, he shouldn’t gain anything from it immediately…

but I’m still uneasy.

You know better than I do the variables this Dragon Species brings.

“Your words are harsh, murder lurks all around!

I have given my advice; the choice is yours.”

Colored Glaze Dragon is dead, his task complete.

Now the Dragon Species should exit, in their suitable manner.

Petty skirmishes, street fights…

Let them, immersed in their everyday lives, meet sudden changes unprepared.

The chess player makes a move, the game continues.

·

Milais “didn’t see” the mouse move on its own on the screen.

The mouse passed over the original audio files in the portable music player, dragged these heavily encrypted sounds, which were supposed to be unplayable on any other device, to the old computer’s desktop.

The computer automatically connected to the store’s sound system.

A few audio files were put into the player.

The mouse was about to click the play button—

“Hmm.”

A slender hand covered the back of the high schooler’s hand.

Milais looked up in surprise as the man, who had been leisurely waiting, walked around the counter and stood behind him.

“How is this used?” asked the Ming Guest gently.

“I want to learn.”

“Ah?

This, please wait…”

Ding-a-ling.

At that moment, the wind chimes at the entrance rang again as new customers arrived inside the shop.

“Listening to some nice songs will surely lift your spirits!”

“That’s only a solution that would work for you, Qiluo~”

The middle-schooler almost fainted from fright.

The two who entered the shop were none other than the red lioness and the pink-haired big sister he had encountered in the building that morning!

How could he be unlucky enough to run into them twice in one day?!

Milais, not even caring about what the man in green was saying, almost collapsed as he screamed, “Big sisters, please spare me!

I’m innocent, I don’t know anything!!”

Kardesia thought for a long while before she remembered who he was.

“Uh, are you the kid from the cinema today?”

Nodding profusely.

The blonde girl, with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry, sorry!

I was out of control earlier.

I shouldn’t have included you in my attack range.

But hey, calling a girl a lion is too much, you agree, right?”

Nodding desperately.

“So, how about we split the blame seventy-thirty?

Are you hungry?

I’ll buy you a meal?”

At that moment, the middle-schooler’s mind went blank.

He realized that what he had experienced didn’t seem like a big deal to them, similar to how classmates might accidentally bump into each other when horsing around after class and settle it by sharing a bread.

Initially, he felt quite irritated—but he didn’t scream hysterically.

It wasn’t out of fear or exhaustion, but because he remembered the old shopkeeper’s comforting words and a piece of apple pie that had calmed him.

The old man’s kindness didn’t immediately take effect; instead, it cooled his agitated heart.

He started to reflect on the frustrating events he had endured.

He asked himself: Did I really get hurt?

The answer was no.

He was caught escaping, but the Demon didn’t hit or scold him, just reprimanded him and left; his scooter was borrowed but returned, and it had been with his consent; his Walkman had been passed around but eventually returned to the man in green.

If there was any “damage,” it was just that he had gotten a bit charred from the fireball spit out by the lioness—his clothes weren’t even damaged.

“I just ate pie, thank you.

It wasn’t intentional, can you forgive me?”

Milais replied casually, just like he would chat with his classmates.

“Oh dear, this…” The lady with the top hat looked quite embarrassed, “Honestly, I should be the one apologizing.

Normally I wouldn’t involve you over such small things, at most I’d just use a little flame to scare you.”

Little flames too?

Isn’t that still terrifying!

He thought to himself, amazed at how calmly he was communicating with the red lioness.

…Is this really something to be proud of?

Just because he had a conversation with a powerful superpower user?

He was a good student, yes, but his social skills weren’t bad either; he got along well with everyone and even led the group on one of their escapades…

What was up with him these days?

Why was he even stammering?

“Please, wait.”

Milais took off his hat, rubbing his head in distress.

Oddly, he felt “weird.”

That morning, many things could have been said in just a few words, yet he had been stammering.

Was it because he was too excited, too anxious?

The red lioness was quite terrifying, but the Demon wasn’t that scary.

Thinking about it, that gray-haired big brother wasn’t very different from a normal person and had even shared some knowledge with him…

Was it his own problem?

His condition was terrible…

It seemed to have started a few days ago, since the failed “jailbreak,” he had been very uneasy…

Milais broke out in cold sweat.

As if something murky in his mind was being cleared, the more he thought, the clearer and stranger it seemed.

“Big sister!

Can I tell you something!”

He spoke in short, rapid bursts, just like when he was giving instructions to his friends in the airport restroom.

“Wait a second.”

But the red lioness wasn’t looking at him; she was looking at her companion.

The pink-haired big sister looked unwell.

She moaned softly with her hands over her ears.

“Kardesia…

I feel awful…

I don’t want to hear this song…!”

The red lioness, holding her companion’s shoulders, asked seriously, “Qiluo, are you talking about the song playing in the shop?”

“Change the track, please?

Change the song!!” she babbled, “…I don’t want to listen to Xingli’s song!”

Milais immediately nodded, “I’ll change it right away.

Sorry for the wait, sir, your song is ready!”

He unplugged his Walkman and switched to a different song on the playlist.

The girl’s unusual behavior made him even more certain of his suspicion; something was definitely off.

He prepared to talk seriously with these strange folks, as it was no longer time to avoid danger; he had already been dragged into some sort of undefined, invisible whirlpool.

His thoughts were correct.

Just like Gongsun Ce, he felt something was amiss.

It wasn’t difficult; with a clear mind, a calm spirit, an opportunity to organize thoughts well, and a touch of inspiration, anyone could sense something strange from a series of coincidences.

Unfortunately, Milais was just an ordinary person.

The songs in the playlist were not old computer files but new ones copied from the Walkman; he couldn’t “see” that.

At that moment.

Gongsun Ce began reading his letter, Shiyu Lianyi had just entered his home, Qin Qianbai was half a block away.

The Ash Master stepped into the center area.

Milais clicked to change the song.

Consequently, the well-known idol’s tune stopped, replaced by a track from the Wing of Death playlist.

The dull and boring intro played in the small shop.

“Ugh.”

The Ming Guest had heard this song many times these past days, and he grimly commented.

“This song is awful.”

The next instant, a piercing scream filled the small shop.