Superhumans of the Dome City -
Chapter 129 - 129 37 Superpower Rampage
129: Chapter 37 Superpower Rampage 129: Chapter 37 Superpower Rampage Piercing screams erupted within the small shop, as Kardesia and Milais simultaneously covered their ears.
The terrifying sound was not from any loudspeaker but was coming from their own mouths.
Superpower Users were shrieking, out of reasons even they couldn’t understand, emitting heart-piercing, bone-engraving noises.
“Ah—!”
Milais couldn’t even realize what he was doing.
His brain couldn’t form a complete thought, his memories scattered like shattered glass, everything was such a mess: the fear of leaving his hometown, the panic when he first arrived in the City of the Sky, the longing to escape, the tension before the jailbreak, the despair after the failure…
And more fragments jumped out: being bullied by senior students, arguing with peers, being ridiculed for having useless superpowers…
All were hurtful words, all were painful memories, more and more, accumulating like the wall of a warehouse drilled with a small hole, the long-stored contents gushing out with the opportunity, completely collapsing the fragile mental defense and submerging the domain behind the wall.
“Woo-ah—woo-ah!!!”
Screaming, more and more desperately, he spun his pupils rapidly, the visual information being fed to him was stuck, receiving but difficult to understand: the anxious pink-haired lady, the fierce-faced red lion, she was also yelling something.
“Don’t look at me like that…!!!”
Unable to understand, fear intensified, unease, sadness, pain.
Waves of negative emotions drowned his mind, and amidst the cacophony of demon-like howling, a faint voice could be heard, his own voice.
The world now was wrong.
This was not the world I was meant to live in.
One should seek more, at least go back to the past, regain the forever that was no longer fleeting.
Open your eyes and look towards where the stars abound, establish a connection, call out to the real eternal me.
He saw more, much more.
Worlds beyond this world, countless dazzling lights.
Stars formed paths, one of which was exceptionally bright, attracting all his thoughts.
He saw something within them, a symbol, like scattered ink drops, as if containing everything.
Two stars trembled on the path, trailing beautiful tails across the darkness…
“…!!!”
The flickering stars overlapped with the world before his eyes, indistinguishable between what was real and what was an illusion, and while his thoughts flew in his mind, his eyeballs and ears still faithfully transmitted information he couldn’t process, electric sparks, the flickering of electric arcs, cracking sounds.
His consciousness trembled.
A rampage.
Common knowledge kept repeating, though he was no longer able to consider it, a rampage.
The superpower was rampaging.
“Hm.”
He heard a man’s voice.
“The Dragon Species has awakened.”
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“Kardesia, Kardesia?!”
Qiluo frantically supported her friend’s body, having never seen her so vulnerable before.
“Don’t touch me…
Don’t look at me like that…!!!”
Kardesia pushed her away, yelling crazily.
Qiluo stood lost and helpless, not understanding what was happening.
Moments ago she suffered from the noise, now the pain had slightly eased, but the people around her seemed possessed.
Kardesia and the kid in front of the counter wore terrifying expressions, speaking words she couldn’t understand.
She heard the man in green say, “The Dragon Species has awakened.”
Qiluo asked in a panic, “What?
Why?!”
“Maybe the song is just too ugly to listen to,” the long-haired man said uncertainly, “I think so, those songs are all terrible.”
Songs?
The track currently playing in the store?
It was indeed terrible, far from beautiful, sounding like a disorganized stack of notes and vocal hums, hardly something you could call music.
Could this drive people mad?
A voice within told her: Yes.
But I am unaffected.
I am not a Superpower User of that type.
She listened closely and felt the real melody.
Too many negative messages had been hidden in the song, malicious information targeting a specific group of people.
Discordant tunes, the growls hidden beneath the high pitch, the chaotic notes that would normally cause irritation and at most induce temporary agitation, but they were already in a bad state before, and if they had already been implanted with hidden suggestions…
Superpower Users could lose control.
Supernatural powers could escape the grasp of adolescents and affect the real world.
This was common knowledge, the reason why Superpower Users were imprisoned…
The superpower was rampaging.
Qiluo reached for the computer and twisted the screen to face her.
She saw the playlist names on the player, a randomized jumble of values and characters.
She decrypted it effortlessly; it was simple, could be done in less than half a second.
Now all the song titles were legible: Body Enhancement System, Probability Manipulation System, Mind System…
currently playing was the Energy Release System.
“Stop it!”
She felt “resistance.” Another force was contesting with her for control of the information.
Another source of transmission was much stronger than her, fortunately, closer in distance.
“Stop it!!” She cried out again, the other force temporarily overpowered, no, it retreated on its own accord.
The music in the store finally stopped.
She looked hopefully at her friend, but her pain had not subsided.
Red flames fluttered around Kardesia, the young man lay prostrate on the table, beside him entwined with flickering electricity.
“There’s about half a minute left.”
The man in green smiled expectantly, “Catching two dragons today, not bad at all.”
Qiluo refused to make sense of his words; she could spare no additional threads of thought now.
The girl mobilized all her computational power, contemplating how to free her friends from their agony.
Erase malignant intelligence…
she couldn’t do it, she was unable to interfere directly with human memory…
physical unconsciousness…
she couldn’t do that either, she didn’t possess the combat strength to defeat Kardesia…
Intelligence, information…
new information…!
The person in the blue clothing grabbed the hilt of the knife, and she urgently cried out, “I beg you, wait for me!
Let me try once!!”
Did the man agree?
She had no way of knowing, she couldn’t spare any more attention.
The song on the computer replayed the previous track, a pop song by a popular idol.
Once again, Qiluo felt a splitting headache.
She didn’t like this song, she really hated the songs sung by Xingli—
But everyone liked them.
“——♪!”
As the music played, the girl covered her ears, singing forcefully.
Their voices, hers and another’s, interweaved across time, forming a duet of dreams and reality.
She poured all the information she had received from her friends into her singing, praying that this emotion could reach the hearts of others.
She prayed that people in pain could feel the information she released through her song—the positive emotions that stood in contrast to pain and sadness.
“Oh?”
The Ming Guest was curious.
A faint glimmer of light flashed through the small shop.
The sign of the Dragon Species’ awakening was blocked by his power, and it did not reach the eyes of the people in Dragon Head District.
It wasn’t long before he could touch it.
The star from the other place, heading this way, the force revealing the truth of the world.
Deep within his mind, power surged, and the world before his eyes gradually faded to an illusion as the two beams of light shed from the Star River grew brighter.
It would be soon, he would be able to see the truth within the light, the real self—
“——♪!”
A fresh voice flooded his ears.
He had long since lost the ability to process external information, but this time, the song’s voice ruthlessly, brazenly, and unreasonably stormed into his brain through his ear canals.
It was as if someone unreasonable had slapped him twice, and stars danced before his eyes.
The world is wonderful!
There are beautiful sceneries, delicious foods, and lovely songs!
There’s family, friendship, and love, and so many things worth remembering!
Wake up, don’t be crazy!!
Crackle and pop, the mental slaps rained down.
Are you sick?
His consciousness roared out loud, and the pain brought a touch of lucidity, just for that instant, and he suddenly became aware of what was happening in the outside world.
He heard a song.
He remembered, he used to be happy when he listened to this song…
As a trigger, more and more memories became clear in his mind: his parents, his friends, his daily life at school, the friendly people he knew…
The world is a mess.
But good things still exist in the world.
There are many things worth remembering, so many, and this place has never been inhabitable for him, never was…
even if it’s the City of the Sky…
The star from afar stopped, and the dazzling world became an illusion.
He gradually forgot what he felt before…
Little by little, he looked towards the real world.
“——♪!”
Qiluo finished singing the first segment.
35.5 seconds, not a moment off from her past practice.
It had been over half a minute, had this spur-of-the-moment idea succeeded?
She looked at the two Superpower Users, shivering.
The flames and lightning had dissipated, and they were sweating profusely, gasping heavily, as if they had just woken from a nightmare.
“Yay!!!” Qiluo cheered excitedly, followed by screams, “Ah, my head hurts, my brain is attacking me with memories!
Turn it off, turn it off!!!”
She grabbed the computer screen, and the idol’s singing stopped on its own.
Kardesia held her shoulders, gasping for a good while.
“Oh my, Qiluo,” she managed to catch her breath, “Thank you, you scared me to death.”
Qiluo repeated her words softly, “Scared me to death…”
Milais lay face down on the table, feeling as though his brain was a toilet just visited by a drunk, and this comparison made him feel a bit nauseated.
“What happened?”
The Ming Guest’s voice sounded quite regretful, “You’ve picked up a life.”
The man in blue picked up the portable music player, put on headphones, and happily walked out of the shop.
He had found a good song, he was close to finding its strange origin, he had experienced interesting events, and most importantly, he finally realized what he had obtained.
“Truly interesting.”
One thing at a time.
He would finish the previous matter first, and then afterward…
He had a great idea, a brilliant one.
Regardless of success or failure, it was an idea that would allow him to thoroughly enjoy himself.
The Ming Guest listened to the new song and walked into the street.
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