Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 166 - 166 58 Settling Accounts Part 2

166: Chapter 58: Settling Accounts (Part 2) 166: Chapter 58: Settling Accounts (Part 2) Thorn District, White Feather Station.

The man who raised pigeons noticed that there were none at night.

Assuming it was due to the chaos in the central district today, he decided to head downstairs to rest a while.

As he descended the stairs, he brushed past someone standing on the rooftop, completely unaware that there was a second person there.

Naturally, he couldn’t see the real him, nor could he hear someone’s voice.

“This game is a failure.”

According to the plan, Shiyu Lianyi failed to arrive in time.

In despair, he would trade his own life for the last deal, to bring back Kaldesia Spencer’s life.

The nearly omnipotent Curse Scale would bow out today, and without a Shiyu, the plans for Zero Island would go much smoother.

Gongsun Ce was set to be entangled in a prolonged struggle with Dust Explosion, at the very least exhausting a great deal of his strength.

The weakened man would be easily taken care of, or he would go mad under the erosion of malicious intelligence.

The Final Sword would be reclaimed, and this troublesome Dragon Species would be thoroughly removed from the chessboard.

“As long as Mr.

Xuan Zhi presided over Dragon Head, the final insurance mechanism of the Sky Dome would not fail.

I didn’t have high expectations for the awakening of all the Dragon Species, but not even one being taken out was beyond my expectations.”

Coo, coo.

The big pigeons tilted their heads, their animal instincts alerted them to someone’s presence, but they couldn’t make out his appearance, just like a monkey scratching its head in front of a video.

The person’s appearance was reflected in the eyes of a large pigeon.

The person was not tall, and looked quite young.

He had a handsome face with pitch-black eyes and soft black hair, wearing a beautiful black robe.

By his looks alone, he appeared to be a child just over ten years old.

His voice was also childlike, yet the words he spoke lacked any trace of innocence.

“Which is the real goal?

Both are just means to stir the situation.”

Having a great number of Dragon Species awaken was naturally a good thing, and kicking troublesome pieces off the board also served the purpose of this game.

Faking the false and faking the real, how to play the game still depended on the situation.

The person reviewed the overall situation again.

He realized the oversight in this game was not Sky Extreme, which he had been closely guarding against, but two insignificant ordinary people.

The actions of Milais and Qiluo had caused an unforeseen chain reaction, and he still had the capacity to correct it…

But stopping Sky Extreme was a risk, and it would not be wise to take personal action again while being cautious in the Cangshou District.

“It’s just an idle game, no need to take risks with one’s own life.”

He released the power of the Spirit Prison Realm and created a fake “Netherworld Dragon” to send to Cangshou District.

If the obstruction failed, it was also a good opportunity to probe that man’s depth.

And if Sky Extreme was indeed reluctant to act rashly because of this fake dragon, it would be just as he had predicted.

He was probably cautious because of worrying about a repeat of the situation three years ago.

Even if one was at the pinnacle of Creation Realm, in the end, they were still human.

Having a heart meant having emotions, thoughts, fears, and desires, and they couldn’t escape from above the chessboard.

Conversely, the emotions of the pawns sometimes also made them deviate from their predetermined paths and take unpredictable actions.

The person stretched himself.

“As for the lesson learned…

you’re right, it’s better not to underestimate the pawns.

If I had put more effort into the pawns, this game would have a different outcome.”

It was merely a game laid out during moments of waiting, to pass time.

Success would be nice, but failure didn’t matter.

There was no chess player here to play against him; it was just a solitary amusement from beginning to end.

It had nothing to do with the real purpose.

“Data collection for specimen 293 is complete.

With this, I should be able to further understand myself.

And then…”

A cluster of colored glaze crystals appeared in the boy’s hands.

“The power of Kong Hua Realm has been reclaimed.”

The crystal from the Abinos Mountains was just a remnant.

To truly retrieve the power of the Kong Hua Realm, one would need to search carefully in the space where it descended.

He looked at the power of the Colored Glaze Dragon contentedly, hiding it within his hand.

This was the reason he had lured Gongsun Ce and Shiyu Ling to meet.

This was why he had remained in the Sky Dome city for so long—

To grasp the power of the Colored Glaze Dragon in the palm of his hand.

With the power of the Six Realms in his hand, they were one step closer to eternal life.

Tap, tap.

There were footsteps climbing the stairs; it was likely that the middle-aged man was coming back.

The person was nonchalant.

He leaned against the door, comfortably musing, “What will be the next move?”

The man ascending to the rooftop replied with gusto.

“How about we fight?”

The moment he heard that voice.

The composure on the person’s face twisted slightly.

“Wha—”

It wasn’t the pigeon breeder who had come from downstairs, but a man in a green shirt with long hair and dual swords.

The Ming Guest looked at the person intently, saying with interest, “So this is what you look like.

How about we fight?”

The person stepped back to the middle of the rooftop, no longer as calm as before.

“Ming Guest?!”

The Ming Guest nodded at the hairpin on his head.

“I can always find things that interest me.”

You’ve tampered a lot in this city.

If I didn’t listen to some songs to distract myself, even the hairpin might fail due to disturbances.

The wind, the smells, the sounds, in many places, there were traces of that girl with pink hair.

Searching and searching, one could easily find someone close to her.

But what he wanted to find was not such a harmless child but the source of that weird scent.

He had pondered for a long time when he saw Qiluo this morning, half-comprehending, and could only make a guess: perhaps the abilities were the same, but the people were different.