Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 192 - 192 4 It Must Be an Illusion_2

192: Chapter 4 It Must Be an Illusion_2 192: Chapter 4 It Must Be an Illusion_2 “Jump him.”

Qin Qianbai “smack” pushed her hand aside.

“I’m angry.”

“Little Qian~~ you’re 19 already, an adult!

This is all very healthy and natural for you!!”

“Really angry.”

Kardesia let out a sigh and said, “OK, OK.

So you want something wholesome and gentle, right?”

“Just a little more aggressive.” Qin Qianbai added, “But try not to hurt anyone.”

“My dear, you really make things difficult.” The woman in the hat deliberately spoke in a whiny, coquettish tone, “You know him so much better than I do, why put me through such trouble.”

“Kardesia has more knowledge in this area than I do.

And…”

The young lady looked out of the window, speaking wistfully.

“Sometimes, I feel like I don’t quite understand what Ah Ce is thinking.”

The blonde girl rested her chin in her hand, stirring the melting cream with a spoon.

Ah, the sensitive heart of a young girl…

What is the boy she’s been thinking about day and night thinking now?

“I think the sickly sweet type is a very cute trait in adult manga.” Gongsun Ce said earnestly, “That’s why I’ve been hoarding manga of that genre since last month.”

Shiyu Lianyi stared blankly at the large screen in Mo Yuankai’s house, trying to enter the legendary state of mindlessness.

He thought that in another half a minute, he would most likely succeed—however, the Demon kept babbling incessantly, disturbing his meditation with meaningless demon babble.

“The clingy, violent, self-righteous, and rude traits of the sickly sweet type can easily leave a bad impression in general works.

But when the setting shifts from general to adult, these flaws can be smoothly integrated into the plot, becoming unexpected cute points.

Unfortunately, lead female characters with the sickly sweet trait are far from mainstream in the current industry, perhaps many people have not yet realized the charm of this trait…

What do you think, Mr.

Shiyu?”

The Demon kept filling the ascetic’s mind with dirty thoughts, driving Shiyu Lianyi further and further away from the state of mindlessness.

He looked pleadingly at the information broker, hoping the Buddha-bellied Senior Mo could rescue him from this torment.

“Don’t make things hard for people, Ah Ce.”

Finally, there was another voice of reason here…

But before Mr.

Shiyu could feel relieved, he heard Mo Yuankai’s next sentence.

“If Shiyu Lianyi isn’t interested, your enthusiastic pitch will only backfire.

You like sickly sweet, I like pure love, and Shiyu Lianyi might be into spicy girls.

XP These things, we should agree to disagree.

We need to understand and respect each other!”

Gongsun Ce nodded vigorously, “Big bro is right, I was too focused on my own perspective.

I didn’t realize you’re into spicy girls, Mr.

Shiyu.”

Shiyu Lianyi seriously considered the possibility of using Impermanence Skill to achieve Earth Tunneling Skill.

“I don’t like spicy girls, and I usually don’t watch…

that sort of literary work.”

The two otakus had a moment of realization.

“Oh, right, you’re a local from Zero Island.

Do you prefer watching live-action films?”

The artistic youth couldn’t stand it anymore.

He deeply suspected that the unrelated brothers were ready to dispose of him after having their fun, but upon reviewing his actions over the past week, he confirmed he had not created any deadly enmity with them.

“Gongsun, Mo Yuankai, what I’m trying to say is…” Shiyu Lianyi said emptily, “Why are we discussing this on a morning of our day off?”

“Good question, I was just following up on Ah Ce’s conversation.” Otaku number one turned his head to otaku number two, “Why did you suddenly bring up manga?”

Gongsun Ce was utterly devastated.

“Because today I discovered I might have to say goodbye to my treasured manga collection.”

Big bro’s mouth fell open, “No way, Qin Qianbai is that overbearing?

Even meddling with your personal collection?”

Can your collections be a bit more…normal?

Collecting bottle caps would be more praiseworthy than this.

Shiyu Lianyi silently covered his ears, feeling his mental activity had become much more active than usual, and he worried that if he continued to listen, those two guys might influence him into becoming an offbeat character.

“It’s not the young lady…

look.”

The young man with gray hair placed his smartphone on the table.

The phone screen displayed a cartoon-style app icon showing a girl with pink pigtails, easy to associate with a certain idol miss.

Mo Yuankai had a realization, “The Qiluo app was developed successfully?”

“I just installed it, and it will officially launch for testing next week.”

“What is it?” Shiyu Lianyi exclaimed in shock.

“It’s an app developed by Doctor Cecil using Miss Qiluo’s properties, with many practical functions, including but not limited to quickly gathering intel on the surroundings, analyzing enemy conditions, automatically planning action routes, and an anti-information interference firewall,” Mo Yuankai explained dutifully.

“The last feature is particularly important, as it ensures that you would hardly be invisibly manipulated by that behind-the-scenes figure again.”

Shiyu Lianyi was clear about the practicality of these functions.

Even skilled Impermanence Law Enforcers would find it hard to cover all bases, not to mention Superpower Users with only one ability.

This app could achieve what multiple devices and professionals were needed for, all on a smartphone, providing significant help in complex situations.

If what Mo Yuankai said was true, this would be a very handy auxiliary app, but…

After thinking for a moment, Shiyu Lianyi said, “It sounds like…

you’ve stuffed Qiluo into the phone.”

The grey-haired young man kept a straight face, “You don’t have to think about it, that’s exactly it.

Essentially, this is a terminal that extends Qiluo’s touch, and all auxiliary functions depend on her multitasking.”

Shiyu Lianyi probably understood his friend’s melancholy now.

He held back his laughter and said, “Which means?”

“It means all the material in my phone will be exposed right under Qiluo’s eyes, including the stash of manga I’ve hoarded.”

Gongsun Ce’s face turned pitch black, “Come on, guys, give me some advice.

I don’t want to give up the comfort of reading comics in bed at midnight, but I dread social death even more in front of a female friend.”

Shiyu Lianyi sincerely suggested, “Just delete all that stuff.”

The grey-haired young man was clearly reluctant to accept his buddy’s advice, “Big brother?”

“You can choose to transfer them to an external drive first, then buy a new offline device as an emergency backup,” Mo Yuankai said gravely, “But I can’t guarantee it won’t give you away…

In principle, once you start this program, whether you have any privacy is all up to Miss Qiluo’s conscience.

I can’t do anything if she really wants to snoop.”

Gongsun Ce looked back at the young man in the suit, his eyes pleading and helpless.

“Mr.

Shiyu, do you think my Netherworld Eye can see Qiluo’s ghost coming out of the phone?”

He didn’t know and didn’t want to know.

Shiyu Lianyi shook his head, “I suggest you ask Mr.

Yan Qi…”

“I will not give him any chance to laugh at me, never.”

“Then the only suggestion I have is to switch to physical books, which you should be able to buy in this city.”

Gongsun Ce cried out in agony as he collapsed on the sofa, sadly raising his hand.

“How about you keep my manga for me in the meantime?”

Mr.

Shiyu imagined the scene of his friend asking to borrow his phone to read untoward comics in the future and shuddered.

“You better give them to Mo Yuankai!”

·

In the end, Gongsun Ce backed up the material from his phone at his brother’s place, planning to find a chance to restore it later.

The rest of the day passed just like the recent ones: resting in the dorm in the afternoon, going to learn the Impermanence Skill with Yan Qi in the evening, and only returning home after one in the morning to fall asleep immediately.

Gongsun Ce slept in a single breath until the alarm woke him at eight o’clock the next morning.

He reached out groggily, not finding his glasses but unexpectedly felt a touch of skin.

Just awakened, Gongsun Ce murmured unconsciously, “Where are my glasses?”

“Right here.”

Someone handed him his glasses, and Gongsun Ce thanked them before putting them on.

It was then that he finally saw the situation clearly: he was lying in his own bed, with a very familiar-looking girl standing by the bed.

She was looking down at him, her soft hair resting on the blanket, her hand still in the motion of handing over the glasses.

“Good morning, miss.”

“Good morning, Ah Ce.”

“Just to confirm.

This is my home, my bedroom, my bed, these understandings are all correct, right?”

“Mhm.”

Gongsun Ce slowly nodded and took off his glasses to put them back on the bedside table.

He lay back down bit by bit, wrapped his head in the blanket, and called out weakly:

“Help…

There’s an illegal intrusion…”