Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 202 - 202 8 24 Hours Part 4

202: Chapter 8: 24 Hours Part 4 202: Chapter 8: 24 Hours Part 4 No way, I couldn’t set such a precedent.

A terrifying speculation appeared in his mind—this time, splitting a day into three parts, next time, would he have to split an hour into 60 minutes to use?!

Who knew to what extent he would be tormented before it ended!

“After careful consideration, I still have to leave Ah Ce the freedom to sleep at night.”

“You didn’t really plan on letting me sleep, did you?!”

“Moreover, today I discovered a major issue…” she shook her head, “let’s talk about this after we get home.”

Qin Qianbai fell silent and followed him quietly.

A chill ran down the spine of the young man with gray hair.

He thought he had unintentionally made the girl angry again, but after thinking it over, he couldn’t find any reason.

Yet, there was a vague sense of coldness in his heart, as if he had done something wrong, a strange feeling of weightlessness emanating from within his body.

It was as if something invisible was falling bit by bit.

·

It wasn’t time for rush hour at 4 p.m.

yet, so the two took a bus and returned to their apartment in the Thorn District.

Qin Qianbai did not even ask for his opinion and naturally followed him into the apartment.

She sat on the sofa, looking at him with an expression that hadn’t changed, yet she seemed as sharp as if holding a longsword in her hands.

He was increasingly unable to understand the girl’s thoughts…

If it was merely a prank, there was no need to adopt such a demeanor.

Did the young miss want to discuss some serious issues?

But she had been in high spirits when they departed today, so what had changed her attitude?

Gongsun Ce asked a bit nervously, “Um…

so, what is the matter, Young Miss?”

Qin Qianbai was reflecting.

Yesterday, she and Kardesia had planned out today’s activities; the variety of action plans were enough to fill the 24 hours.

Yet now, she no longer intended to execute the original plan.

Because in today’s battle, she vaguely discovered a new issue…

It was even trickier than “dullness” and “lack of emotional intelligence.”

If her speculation was correct, even if they changed their operation time to 48 hours or 72 hours, the relationship between her and this idiot was unlikely to progress.

“Ah Ce, answer me one question.

This is not an order, you can answer as usual.”

The young man with gray hair was surprised and said, “Then I don’t have to tell the truth.”

“Right, lying is fine too.”

The girl asked seriously.

“What are Ah Ce’s thoughts on youth and love?”

·

Youth and love.

It was a question that didn’t necessarily require lying, since they had already had many discussions on this topic in their small community.

Gongsun Ce’s tense nerves relaxed.

He was terrified, thinking his close friend was contemplating something frightening, but it turned out to be merely reflections on life like a teenager in puberty.

“So-called youth is the time spent with friends, regardless of whether it has meaning or not, the pleasant or awkward incidents and the process of solving problems are the essence of youth.”

“Regardless of whether it has meaning…,” the girl stared into his eyes, “meaning it doesn’t matter whether it has any real significance.”

“Life itself is a period difficult to find meaning in, Young Miss,” Gongsun Ce propped his chin, “Who can claim that their fully committed activities definitely carry undeniable significance?

When facing major rights and wrongs—like Dragon Disasters or citywide Superpower User rampages—we can make immediate decisions; those involve others and bystanders, therefore there is an unquestionable ‘right’ and ‘wrong’.”

Protecting everyone’s lives is correct.

Resisting disasters is correct.

Stopping the Dragon Disaster from occurring is correct.

Killing the true culprits behind the disasters is correct.

No matter how cunning the enemy’s rhetoric, his fundamental correctness wouldn’t waver in the slightest.

In the face of “major events,” he didn’t need to consider whether there was meaning or not.

His sense of justice, conscience, and beliefs he had always held would automatically help him make decisions.

“But when it comes to an individual’s private life, the criteria of right and wrong can’t measure it, and it becomes necessary to consider the presence of meaning.

Mr.

Gongsun’s daily life is just like that of an ordinary college student, eating, drinking, sleeping, playing—it’s hard to say there’s substantial meaning in any of that.”

Qin Qianbai understood him well, so he could comfortably share his perhaps disheartening words to others.

After all, no one dictates that one must maintain a positive attitude toward their entire life, right?

Gongsun Ce said leisurely, “I think humans are beings seeking the unattainable within a brief span of their lives—dreams, ideals, love, or something else.

Those who find or think they find that thing attain a meaning different from most people’s.

And many others live a life without real significance like me.”

“However, meaninglessness isn’t necessarily something sad, right?

If you delve deep, everything that humans cherish will disappear after a few decades, a hundred years.

From a macro perspective, humans, compared to the Earth, compared to the universe, are minuscule creatures even less significant than dust.

Except for a few historical figures that impacted human history, most people’s lives lack visible meaning…

This brief period is vibrant, distinctive yet fleeting, just like the youth we will eventually lose.”

He spoke without stopping, extremely eager, completely unaware of the strange atmosphere brewing in the room, where dense, dark emotions surged out due to his words, making the room unbearably suffocating.

It was as if a wine bottle’s cork had been pulled out, joyously releasing its content, except that what was stored inside was not wine but thick mud.