Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 150 - 150 49 As One Pleases

150: Chapter 49: As One Pleases 150: Chapter 49: As One Pleases Milais looked at the side profile of the gray-haired youth, his eyes filled with admiration.

Before the Demon, that monstrous Dust Explosion behaved like a complete novice!

He had immediately grasped the mechanics of the power after getting the information, countered with a mysterious force right away, and resolved his opponent with ease…

“It’s no surprise from Mr.

Demon!

Indeed, Mr.

Demon is the strongest superpower user!!”

“Don’t call people by nicknames, call me Mr.

Gongsun.” Gongsun Ce was wincing as he rubbed his right arm, “Don’t throw around the word ‘strongest’ so carelessly either, I’m still a long way off.”

The boy in the duckbill cap was startled.

“You, Dust Explosion, Ming Guest, Red…

Miss Kardesia, and several other well-known individuals aren’t all the strongest superpower users?”

“That’s another common misconception among newbies!

Remember this, Milais, ‘strongest’ isn’t a term for a few people.

There’s only one ‘strongest’ in this city, and he’s the world’s number one superpower user.”

If it wasn’t for the urgency of the situation, he would have taken the time to properly educate the newbie on the true value of being “strongest.”

Gongsun Ce quickly moved past the topic, wrapped up Miss Dust Explosion into a rice dumpling with white matter, and walked towards Qiluo, who was still holding a brick.

Qiluo was hesitant about whether she should hit a few more times.

Seeing Gongsun Ce approach, she quickly spoke up, “Mr.

Gongsun Ce, Kardesia she—”

“Mr.

Shiyu is on his way to help, driving the car you sent.

Relax, that slyly handsome guy is very capable.”

“Thank goodness!”

Qiluo patted her chest in relief.

The gray-haired youth turned his face to the side to avoid staring too long at a particularly conspicuous part of her.

He tentatively asked, “Miss Qiluo, can you remember anything specific now?

After seeing this woman, you should be able to retrieve a part of your memory, right?”

The pink-haired girl put down the brick, looking perplexed.

“I remember a lot, but…

I don’t understand.

My power, the ability to manipulate information…

it wasn’t supposed to resurface!

Why did it…”

It seemed Qiluo’s actual ability was as they had speculated.

The reason for her confusion was likely what she referred to as “resurfacing.” If that was the case…

Gongsun Ce pieced together the information he had gathered.

“Miss Qiluo, Cecil Laboratory conducted an experiment on you, which gave you the ability to manipulate information and also caused your memory loss.

To retrieve you as a valuable test subject, Dust Explosion, who is affiliated with the laboratory, contacted Ming Guest, leading to this battle… Up to this point, am I correct?”

“That’s right!

But—”

“But there is another superpower user capable of manipulating information.”

Qiluo nodded in surprise, “Eh?

How did you know that?”

As expected.

When discussing this with his brother, he had vaguely considered this possibility.

The super hacker who was guiding the kids “to escape” behind the scenes had the same traits as Qiluo.

If he followed the lead of “information,” even if he didn’t meet Qiluo, he would have ended up dealing with Cecil’s people due to the investigation of this incident.

Considering Dust Explosion’s extremely arrogant behavior, a confrontation was almost unavoidable.

But he didn’t want to suspect Qiluo.

He truly believed that this kid couldn’t have done such a thing…

so he had to think differently.

What if there was another super hacker, another information manipulator more mature than Qiluo?

What would happen then?

With this thought, his mind opened up.

The lab coats were only thinking of recapturing the test subject, the officials investigating the “jailbreak” were likely also watching Qiluo, and they were more inclined to suspect this extremely suspicious girl—it would be easy for the real mastermind to hide in the shadows, exploiting his abilities at will, because Qiluo out in the open would attract everyone’s attention!

His first thought was to share this guess with his brother, but he immediately realized how foolish that would be—Mo Yuankai’s house had too many electronic devices, and there was no guarantee the mastermind wasn’t eavesdropping on their conversation.

That’s why Gongsun Ce went home to check the mail at that particular moment.

After reading the mail, it was “reasonable” for him to look for Yan Qi; if there was an invisible person watching from afar, this inconspicuous action would be unlikely to reveal that he had realized its truth.

However, events unfolded much faster than he anticipated, and he was summoned to join the fight in the central district before he could investigate the person behind the scenes.

Now that Dust Explosion had been defeated and Ming Guest would likely gain no advantage, it seemed like things were wrapping up.

But the unknown mastermind’s purpose remained shrouded in fog.

What exactly did he want to do?

Gongsun Ce always felt that he had missed something.

He glanced at the duckbill cap boy; the child’s eyes were exceptionally bright, a stark contrast to his reckless demeanor that morning.

“… Wait a minute.

Milais, what are you doing here?!”

Milais slapped his forehead.

The series of intense battles had been so absorbing that he had even forgotten about the scene at the little shop.

“The music in Ming Guest’s Walkman can cause superpowers to go berserk!”

The gray-haired youth’s face fell.

“Explain in detail.”

They eagerly recounted everything that happened at the shop, the Walkman, the music that played unexpectedly, the superpower outburst, Qiluo’s singing, the man in green clothing…

Gongsun Ce furrowed his brows and immediately asked Qiluo for confirmation, “Miss Qiluo, is that music—?”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Qiluo firmly denied, “Xingli and I have never sung a song like that!”

Gongsun Ce clenched his fists, and then looked back at the duckbill cap boy, “Are you sure you weren’t acting weird before?”

“It’s true, Mr.

Demon…

Mr.

Gongsun!

I wasn’t this frantic before, and…” he hesitated for a moment but insisted, “I feel like since the jailbreak failed, everyone I’ve met has been easily agitated!”

Excessive, anxious, tense, frightened, uneasy.

He was all too familiar with these states, the phase every superpower user goes through, like Qin Qianbai when he first came to the city of the sky.

Negative emotions were spreading among the relatively fragile younger population; the music that could trigger superpower users’ berserk states, and the man in green who took it, were likely the same person he had encountered, an Impermanence Law Enforcer that even Yan Qi knew…

Alarms rang wildly in Gongsun Ce’s mind.

He shouted to the duckbill cap boy, “Milais, do you have any electronic devices on you?”

Milais quickly waved his hand; his cell phone had been left in the small shop.

The gray-haired youth spoke an address at breakneck speed.

“Go right now to the place I mentioned and find a person named Mo Yuankai, tell him everything you’ve told me, from beginning to end!

Please, consider it a favor, just as a precaution!”

The boy in the duckbill cap also looked uneasy.

He wasn’t a fool; seeing how anxious Gongsun Ce was, he also vaguely realized what the other party was worried about.

It was definitely something terrifying, and even he understood the severity of the consequences it could bring!

It was no longer a time for timidity or for cautious self-preservation.

“I’m on it, Mr.

Gongsun…

Mr.

Gongsun!” Milais agreed while running toward the direction of the Fixed Wing District.

Qiluo blinked, not understanding why the two suddenly became so anxious: “And what about me, Gongsun Ce—ah?!”

She shrieked, lifting into the air and flying alongside the gray-haired youth.

“Sorry, Miss Qiluo!

We’ll discuss the details as we fly, and I might need to ask for your help in a bit…!”

Gongsun Ce sincerely hoped it was all a false alarm.

He sincerely hoped his deductions were wrong.

·

On the other side of the Central District.

Near Central United University, there was a fast-food restaurant that students often frequented.

This fast-food joint was built in the bustling commercial district, where the surroundings were always busy with people coming and going.

The struggle between several top Superpower Users had driven people to seek refuge today; the streets were eerily quiet, even the sound of footsteps seemed unusually distinct.

A man was strolling down the deserted street.

“Tear through the night, ignite the stars, light up the children’s dreams ♪”

He wore headphones, the beautiful music putting him in a good mood.

He began to sing softly, a song about dreams and stars.

“Stars scattered from the cracks, leaving dream chasers captivated ♪”

“Fervent emotions surge from the heart ♪ Swear an oath, never to yield ♪”

Two days ago, he had set out from here.

During these two days, he had walked every street in the city on foot.

With the song, it became much easier to search.

Shutting out intentional disturbances, the hairpin guided him in the right direction.

He stood in front of a clothing store window, staring at the uninhabited display, nodding and smiling.

Finally, the task was done.

All that was left was to pick the fruits of his labor when he had a free moment.

It was time for the next thing.

“I will fulfill my dream…”

The Ming Guest sang the last line of the song with satisfaction.

“Even if it causes the world to burn in ashes ♪”

The man in the blue clothing took off his headphones.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from where he stood.

A chill ran down the spine of the expert monitoring him from afar as the blue-clothed man’s voice suddenly came from behind him!

“This Walkman contains music that can awaken Dragon Species.”

The blue-clothed man took out a black, outdated-looking Walkman.

“What do you think would happen if all the Dragon Species in the city heard the song in here?”

He laughed excitedly, like a child showing off a new toy.

——

The expert’s thought process came to a halt.

The common sense and reason of being human made him refuse to comprehend the man’s words.

“You…you…?!”

The blue-clothed man lifted his foot lightly.

In that instant, the material world twisted.

The asphalt flowed like water, the concrete buildings twisted like rubber, and trees, flowers, soil, steel—every material bent to his will, whirling up into the air like water caught in a whirlwind!

Nothing could resist his intention, not even the hundred-meter-tall buildings that quietly fell apart.

This incomprehensible spectacle far surpassed ordinary understanding, as if a God, tired of His own creations, carelessly kneaded a piece of the city in His palm like clay and then scattered it with a flip of His hand.

A massive amount of material spun in the air, tinted blue-green to suit the cutter’s preferences.

Under the power of the Ming Guest, they silently disintegrated, compressed easily, fused, and finally remolded into a gigantic vehicle soaring in the sky—an imposing airborne train!

The Ming Guest stood alone at the front of the train, spreading his arms out toward the city below.

“Come quickly.

Hurry and stop me.

Come and fight me.

If you’re too late…”

He laughed with sheer excitement and eager anticipation.

“5.7 million giant dragons are going to descend today!”