Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 180 - 180 63 The Finale

180: Chapter 63: The Finale 180: Chapter 63: The Finale At night, in the central district.

Milais stepped off the public bus, yawning.

The poor middle schooler had been run ragged these past few days, all he wanted now was to return to his dormitory and get a good night’s sleep.

The thought of the series of accidents that had occurred over these days made him shiver slightly.

He had already been so unlucky, surely he wouldn’t run into anything else…

right?

Clang, clatter, clang, the sound of chains, crowbars, and metal knuckles colliding echoed from nearby, accompanied by the laughter and banter of several youths.

“An unprecedented shot!” “You’re bragging again, you used a prosthetic to cheat.” “We’re quite lucky, aren’t we?

The court wasn’t destroyed by those players.” “Go to hell, my home was blown up.” “Wow~ Dust Explosion is watching you~!

It got half your head blown off by Purple Smoke!” “Let Dust Explosion eat shit and die.”

Oh God!

They were six Dunk-Dunk Unlimited Basketball players fresh from the multi-purpose court!

Dunk-Dunk Unlimited Basketball was a burgeoning sport that involved hitting the basketball with blunt weapons, aiming to get it into the basket without damaging it.

Due to the variety of weapons not being limited and the encouragement for players to develop their own auxiliary gear, it had gained significant popularity in the Cangshou City.

The only drawback to this sport was its overly freeform rules, which often led to brawls, fires, and other accidents.

To date, not a single game had been completed without incident, and the players were often seen as synonymous with danger.

Several youths, their hair in a multitude of colors, wielded the essential blunt instruments for the game, with many sporting the metallic sheen of high-tech prosthetics.

One of them had half his head replaced with a metal shell—terrifying!

“Haha.”

But Milais just laughed.

Had the kid finally cracked after all he’d been through?

The youth in the duckbill cap actually walked briskly toward the basketball players, waving and striking up a conversation—

“Good evening, seniors.”

The expressions of the basketball players were a sight to behold, akin to the faces of good students secretly sneaking out of a darknet café only to bump into a younger schoolmate.

“Fuck!” “Shit, you’re cursing in front of the junior.” “Damn it, I didn’t mean to!” “Mind your image and stop cursing, you assholes!”

The leading basketball player with the metal shell head awkwardly said, “Good evening, Little Milais.

You know, we just got back from a game…

we’re a bit excited.”

His fellow seniors echoed playfully.

“Yes, yes, don’t talk like us.” “Be a good kid, don’t be like Billy~” “Hey, I ranked in the top thirty last time, better than you.” “Damn it, you’ve been studying secretly!

You studied behind our backs!” “He’s a traitor!

Kill him!!”

The gangster-clad seniors started shoving each other, with Milais and the metal-shell-head looking on as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

“Seniors, still playing basketball so late?”

“The game was originally scheduled for this afternoon, but you know why it was delayed.” Metal-shell-head unscrewed a vile-looking sports drink and took a sip, “How have you been recently?

I guess you got scared by the calamities today?”

Yes, scared.

He had been scared so many times that he was numb to it.

Milais scratched his face and said, “The day before yesterday, in a moment of folly, I asked some classmates to…

break out with me.”

The seniors burst into laughter.

“A rite of passage for every newbie!” “I knew he’d have his day.” “Three events that every Superpower User must experience in their lifetime!” “Where did you go?

The airport?

Don’t tell me you went to the airport.”

The duckbill cap-wearing youth shyly answered, “Yes.”

“Hahaha, he really went to the airport!”

Another round of laughter followed, and even the metal-shell-head began to chuckle.

“Then what?”

“Do you really want to know, senior?”

The older students whistled and cheered on.

Milais continued, “Then I got wrapped up in some…

rather unfortunate accidents involving a few Superpower Users you had mentioned before, a secret experimental project, and some things I didn’t quite understand.

After it was all sorted, they took me out for a meal.

I think I was quite lucky, at least I made it back alive.”

The seniors’ expressions were a layered mix of abstract, realist, and kindergarten-style paintings that made Milais really want to laugh.

Metal-shell-head closed his jaw, speaking with grave sincerity.

“You’ve completely adapted to this city.”

Milais exclaimed in surprise, “Really?”

“No doubt about it, a seasoned old city dweller.”

The senior patted his shoulder, speaking as he did in the past during their informative chats.

“Welcome to the city of Cangshou.”

·

In the Cangshou District, in the intensive care unit.

The first thing Li Jun saw when he regained consciousness was the round face of his leader.

“Director…”

Liu Zhongwu raised his hand with a calm motion, “Rest up, you’re not healed yet.”

Li Jun didn’t say more.

If the director had time to visit him, it meant things had been settled.

He just reproached himself, “I’m not capable enough.”

Liu Zhongwu smiled helplessly, “We sent ten of you to buy time, did you really think you’d defeat the Ming Guest?

You did well.

Had you held up for a shorter period, that madman might have lost patience.”

Little Li nodded silently, dissatisfied at heart.

He thought and thought and couldn’t help but ask, “Director, I—”

The stout director stated unequivocally, “Don’t even think about turning yourself into a madman.

It won’t take you further.

It will only bring you closer to becoming an evil spellcaster.”

The young man with dark circles beneath his eyes lowered his head in embarrassment and said no more.

He understood the logic, of course, but having witnessed the power of the Creator Realm Mage and his own helplessness, even a well-trained elite couldn’t help but feel turbulent inside.

“Director, do you have to reach a mental state like that of the Creator Realm to succeed?”

“Hard to say!

Everyone has a state that suits them best.

To comprehend that state, not only do you need to understand yourself thoroughly, but you also need the exceptional talent like those of the Ming Guest and Sky Extreme.

Even then, with all the conditions met, you’ll find it hard to make the decision to break through…

because the slightest error could plunge you into madness.”