Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 174 - 174 61 Accidental Negativity_2

174: Chapter 61 Accidental Negativity_2 174: Chapter 61 Accidental Negativity_2 “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, I think you’re giving up on yourself.”

“Yeah, I’ve really hit rock bottom.

I’ve been saving the world, protecting the city, helping friends in their love lives, and even mentoring a girl with amnesia.

After all that positive stuff, at least let me keep some of my rights to be negative.”

“You’re avoiding reality again.”

“Sometimes reality is right there, and you can’t do anything about it, so all you can do is turn and run.

My problem is one thing; a superpower user’s problem is another.

Now we all know superpower users might trigger the Dragon Disaster, and there are 5.7 million ticking bombs like that.

I think it’s pretty generous already that countries around the world just lock us up, we should be profoundly grateful.”

“You’re starting again.”

Gongsun Ce took two bottles of Coca-Cola from the fridge.

He didn’t use his superpowers, instead grabbed the bottles with his hands, guzzled half of one, wiped his mouth and said, “What do we do, big bro?

Our original plan was so good, helping authorities maintain order, showing everyone that superpower users aren’t bombs but rational, idealistic, heartfelt people, and eventually, when our influence grew and everyone understood each other, we could leave this city.

Now look, reality is in front of us, and it looks like this is how we’ll spend our lives.”

Careers, love, education, life plans…

they all mean nothing compared to being a Dragon Species.

Mo Yuankai reached for a Coke, but the young man with gray hair firmly held it, not letting him take it.

“You’re not even trying and you say there’s no way.

You’re feeling down just from scratching the surface?”

Gongsun Ce let go, and the sodas were snatched away.

“5.7 million, big bro.

One or two people might manage to get out, but I can’t think of any solution for 5.7 million.”

“So you’re going to give up?

Give up on all our goals and efforts?”

“I don’t want to give up but I need to see some hope!

What direction do we strive for when there’s no sign of light?!”

Their speech grew faster and louder.

The room was filled with a restless, uneasy, decadent air mixed with persistent disappointment and anger, as if a light grey veil enveloped them, suffocating yet inescapable.

They stopped speaking at the same time, looking at each other with complex expressions.

A desolate silence took over the space, the only sound was the ticking of the clock.

Tick, tick, tick.

Three seconds passed, and they both spoke simultaneously.

“I—”

“I—”

Bang!

A thunderous noise came from the door, and the heavy iron door was blown inward!

Both looked at the hallway as a man in black retracted his right foot, nonchalantly walking into the room.

Yan Qi, shirtless and only draped in his black coat, had two uneven slash marks across his robust chest.

The deep cuts weren’t treated, still oozing red; his white shirt in his hand, rolled up and blood-stained, appeared to have been used as a towel.

He walked carelessly to the dining table, sat down, banged on the table and shouted, “Got anything to eat?”

The Impermanence Law Enforcer simply with a kick and a shout, ruined the somber mood Gongsun Ce and the other had hardly managed to create.

It was like a bullish man yanked the grey veil away, balled it up, and, unsatisfied, stomped on it a few times.

Gongsun Ce, glaring, said, “Did you go fighting with an idiot?”

“A joke.

Who would go out of their way to fight with an idiot?

It’s the idiots who came to fight me!”

Both superpower users nodded, then asked at the same time, “Who won?”

Yan Qi waved his hand dismissively, “None of your damn business!

Got food?”

The Information Dealer looked towards the yet-to-be-cleaned dining table.

“There’s definitely some leftovers, they’re just mostly cold now.

Mr.

Yan, that wound…”

“I’ll take care of it when I have time.”

The middle-aged painter grimaced, picked up half a piece of pizza and, after some picking, grabbed a few chicken pieces soaked in sauce, and started eating, “Tch, just junk food.”

Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but retort, “If you don’t like it, don’t eat!”

“There’s always alcohol, right?

Hand me a bottle.”

The Information Dealer picked through the fridge and pulled out a can of dark beer.

Yan Qi tossed it in his hand and took a couple of sips, shaking his head and complained, “Two brats, serving leftover food to guests not enough, didn’t even stock up on good booze, making do with beer!”

Mo Yuankai spoke calmly, “That’s how we college students eat.”

Gongsun Ce’s nose was nearly crooked with anger.

“You freeloading and you think you’ve got the right to complain?!

If you’re not pleased, don’t drink!”

Yan Qi scoffed, slinging his arm over the chair back, “Were you two about to fight?”

“Yeah, we were just planning to team up and beat you up.”

The Information Dealer, unlike his young companion, spoke plainly, “Ah Ce guessed some facts about the Dragon Species.”

Yan Qi sneered, “Took you two weeks to guess that?

How stiff is your brain?”

Gongsun Ce, struggling to contain his anger, said, “If you’ve got nothing nice to say, shut up.”

The painter, nibbling on a chicken leg, looked him up and down, taunted, “You’re not going to get all introverted over this trivial stuff, are you?”

Mo Yuankai almost laughed out loud; the young man with gray hair looked exactly as he’d imitated earlier: eyes bulging, fists clenched, shaking uncontrollably, as if he was about to leap forward and tear someone apart.

“Trivial?

You call this trivial?”

“That’s what it is,” Yan Qi crunched on the cartilage, “Now you know you’re Dragon Species, aren’t you going to slay dragons and turn into a dragon madman anyway?

Even if you didn’t know, you’d still have to slay dragons, so how does this change anything for you in the future?”

Gongsun Ce was momentarily lost for words, feeling that this person completely missed the point.