Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 213 - 213 4 Dream Interpretation Upper Part

213: Chapter 4 Dream Interpretation Upper Part 213: Chapter 4 Dream Interpretation Upper Part Gongsun Ce’s superpower seemed to have finally stopped going berserk, but what tormented him now was something new.

From the heart of the gray-haired young man emerged black and red spots of light, coalescing into the form of a sword and surging upwards.

The power that had slain the Colored Glaze Dragon in mid-February reappeared, threatening to puncture a hole in Yan Qi’s residence and shoot straight up into the sky!

Beneath Gongsun Ce, the Array shone brightly, pulling the black and red light into the paper.

But the power of the Final Sword immediately began a desperate struggle, staining the rice paper and the Array pitch black.

Shiyu Lianyi asked in a low voice, “Should I make a deal?”

“What’s the rush?”

Yan Qi picked up his brush and drew a pentagram that had once sealed the sword and the pupil.

The ink mark rapidly expanded, transforming into a one-meter radius imprint beneath his palm.

Sky Extreme slapped the imprint and shouted, “Stop!”

The pentagram covered Gongsun Ce’s body, and the power of the Final Sword momentarily subsided.

Yan Qi immediately spoke, “In the name of justice, righteousness, and moral righteousness, bind this damned kid!”

No sooner had these words been spoken than Gongsun Ce’s body was covered in a layer of white.

The white substance firmly bound the slumbering youth, thoroughly sealing back the black and red sword light.

Shiyu Lianyi, despite his strong mental fortitude, couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear.

He was entirely certain that if no one had intervened just then, his dear friend would have perished, and what followed would have been even more horrifying…

The young man in a suit said helplessly, “Mr.

Yan, I can’t learn this.”

“You think you can learn this?” Yan Qi scoffed, “Just wait and see what happens next before you make a decision.”

Gongsun Ce looked excitedly at the swaying building, anticipating something to break through the ground and give him some relief.

But the apartment building only shook for a while before gradually stabilizing.

He ran to the window in disbelief and found that the scene outside had suddenly changed.

An overwhelming white substance covered the entire desert, preventing even a grain of sand from stirring, and he felt utterly bewildered as if he were in an endless snowy plain.

As the external environment stabilized, the surging negative emotions inside Gongsun Ce were suddenly suppressed as well, as if someone had struck his head with a heavy hammer, causing a dizzying throbbing but also plunging him into a strange calm.

Gongsun Ce was stunned for a few seconds before finally realizing what had happened.

He looked at Miss Alandia in the chair, who, for some reason had picked up his discarded Book Without Words and was flipping through it with relish.

“Are you toxic or what?

What’s there to look at?

Can you leave me alone?” Gongsun Ce said frantically, “Do you enjoy watching me go insane?

To see me struggle with the reality after realizing its true nature?

Are you a sadist, how can you bear to torment a poor soul like this?

Or is this some peculiar way of showing affection, holding someone by the neck while feeding them sugar?”

The Knight of Dawn replied without lifting her head.

“Self-abuse is the achievement of the weak, self-harm is the monument of the lowly.”

With that one sentence, all his unvoiced grievances were stuffed back down his throat.

Trash talk and provocation never worked on this woman.

Gongsun Ce grabbed the silver-haired woman’s shoulders and pleaded in a low voice, “Miss Alandia, I’m like this now…

Could you say something nice?

When the hot-blooded male protagonist risks his life in battle, at least there’s a spiritual backer or partner or goddess shouting from behind, ‘Don’t give up,’ ‘I believe in you,’ ‘You’re the handsomest in the world.’ Right now, I’m as miserable as I was three years ago, I’m truly at my breaking point.

You need to say something nice to comfort me, so I can stand up once more with the courage to seek out Spirit Light or whatever treasure to face this goddamn reality!”

Miss Alandia laughed.

Her smile was slight, the corners of her mouth just barely curving up.

Initially, Gongsun Ce always thought her distant and formal smile was mocking him, or mocking someone else more foolish or incompetent than herself.

Only later did he notice the good intentions in her eyes and realize that she was just not good at expressing herself.

Her tone was as calm as ever, without much fluctuation.

“Ce, I’m not your mother, nor am I your lover.”

Gongsun Ce covered his face and lay on the bed, pretending to be dead.

He had never been so grateful that there were only the two of them here.

If others heard her words, he would really be too ashamed to face anyone for the rest of his life.

“Thank you so much, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to wound me,” Gongsun Ce said with his eyes closed, “Now that we’re both finished, we can stay in this little room torturing each other until the world ends.”

Gongsun Ce was acutely aware of what would happen next.

The naturally glowing Spirit Light should have been a treasure hidden deep within his heart.

Now that he had recognized his negative and pessimistic nature, he couldn’t find the Spirit Light within the depths of his heart.

Without finding the Spirit Light, he couldn’t return, and if he couldn’t return, he would have to stay in this place indefinitely.

Unless some hero descended to rescue him from within, Gongsun Ce would become vegetative, lying dry outside for a lifetime.

The Knight of Dawn casually flipped through the blank book, seemingly uninterested in continuing the conversation.

Gongsun Ce, unable to hold back, asked, “Seriously, is it that interesting?

With not a single word, what can you make out of it?”

Miss Alandia closed the book.

“You’ve studied dream interpretation.”

He had.

Not in a university psychology elective, but in a private tutoring session with Yan Qi.

In the world of Impermanence Law Enforcers, dreams are closely linked to the heart.

They believe the heart is detached from the physical realm, yet corresponds to the real world as an “illusion.” The heart contains powers unknown to the average person, powers stemming from one’s experiences, past, mental state, and the true nature of things they have seen or have yet to see.

Under normal circumstances, human thought cannot comprehend the power of the heart, and these real yet intangible concepts are difficult to define concretely through language and text, thus they can only appear in the form of “symbols.”

Symbols encompass all motives and intents, all intuitions and perceptions, all ideals and irrational thoughts, conclusions, generalizations, as well as all emotional changes.

They embody everything in the human heart, but to the ordinary person, they often appear as baffling as flowers through the fog.

“Everything that appears in dreams is symbolic, the deeper you go, the more information the symbols contain,” Gongsun Ce answered listlessly, “The way to interpret the symbolic meanings is through dream interpretation.”

“Basically correct,” Alandia returned the Book Without Words to him, “try to interpret the dream.”

Gongsun Ce lifted his knuckles, tapped the cover, and said dryly, “The outside is exquisitely crafted, the inside is empty, reflecting my own superficial essence.

The absence of a single word inside illustrates that I live a life without purpose, a life of emptiness; the layers of decoration and the shell on the outside show that I have long been aware of my own nature, yet I conceal it with grandiose displays, relying on self-deception to survive.

Because realizing my own nature has led me to feel shattered, and without deceiving myself, I cannot go on living.

Eight or nine times out of ten, I would fall into depravity or even commit suicide.”

He threw the book on the bed and fell silent.

“A reasonable interpretation,” Alandia evaluated.

“Oh, I’m all too familiar with your tactics,” Gongsun Ce said with a grin, “First, you raise interest—’very reasonable!’ Then you change your tone—’but it lacks a key factor, so it’s incorrect.’ To hell with this, it’s my dream; do you understand me better than I do?”

Alandia stood up and positioned herself in the center of the room, beginning her speech in a tone he was familiar with.

“Baseless assumptions can lead to a multitude of reasonable conjectures,” she said, lifting a finger to her deerstalker’s brim, “but only by finding real evidence can you reach the one correct reasoning.”

Always remember to formulate thoughts through a complete chain of logic…

Gongsun Ce continued the thought in his mind, then sighed, “Miss Knight, we’re not solving a case right now.

This is my dream; there’s no reasonableness or logic here.

I’m more than happy to be your assistant, running around the streets of Supibia with you, but that approach won’t work now.

How can there be evidence and logic when interpreting symbols?”

The silver-haired woman shook her finger.

“There is a self-consistent logic within dreams, it all depends on whether you can interpret it.”

She took off the deerstalker and placed it on Gongsun Ce’s head.

“Now I’m your assistant, and you will discover your own truth.”

Gongsun Ce opened his mouth in dull shock, feeling the lingering warmth of the hat, unsure of what to say for a moment.

He awkwardly took back the book, whispering, “…I’ll try.”

The Superpower User began to reconstruct logic, viewing everything he had encountered from a rational standpoint.

First, he stepped into the absurd desert, where there was no memory or reason—black suns, spaceships, deserts; these symbols contained many messages but seemed irrelevant to his essence and thus should be discarded.

Then he entered the apartment, climbing upwards yet falling below, indicating he recognized that the ascension was also a journey inward, seeking self.

This was another obvious symbol: the nature of dreams is opposite to reality.

Gongsun Ce first entered the Sky Extreme city’s room and saw a different side to his close friends.

As expected, his friends also became the opposite of their usual selves, showing ‘inner’ faces shaped by impressions and prejudices.

They all looked like monsters yet harbored no malice, indicating he trusted his friends and understood the absurdity of the larger environment of Sky Extreme, taking it as a superficial aspect of daily life.

Their suggestion that he stay was naturally his own resistance to delving deeper into his heart.

After that, he encountered his big brother.

Mo Yuankai, who was always bright and forthright, was now hiding in darkness, an inversion of his normal self.

In the tunnel, he saw the false Spirit Light appearing as torches, akin to the cover on the outside of the small book, a self-created illusion.

Mo Yuankai said he had to look into a mirror to go deeper, which meant…

“Miss Alandia, what does one see in a mirror?”

“You see yourself.”

Yes, one sees oneself.

He had gone into the dream to probe his inner heart, foolishly seeking his true self, and therefore needed the courage to confront what’s within.

Now he saw his own negative nature, but he hadn’t found the Spirit Light, which meant his journey wasn’t finished.

Gongsun Ce had reached the deepest layer of the dream.

He asked himself, what should he do after facing his inner self?

He touched the deerstalker on his head.

Why not approach it as if solving a case?

He had found a nonsensical book, a ‘puzzle’, and what he should do was…

“Find the reason behind this book’s existence,” Gongsun Ce murmured, “Find out why it’s without words.”

If Gongsun Ce’s inner depths were nothing but emptiness, then what he would find at the end should be a stack of blank papers, a wisp of air, or other inherently empty things.

The object appeared to be a book, and a book must have content, even if it’s just a title.

The young man leaped from the bed, excitedly saying, “Where am I, Alandia?”

“You’re inside your past residence,” the Dawn Knight responded fluidly.

“An old house, where a family of three lived.

You shouldn’t be here, I should be here, who else should be here?”

“Your family.”

He grabbed the book, pushed the door open, and led the silver-haired woman into the deserted living room.

The wall clock displayed the current time—5 PM; Gongsun Ce’s parents were still at work and certainly not at home.

According to usual logic, pursuing the truth required finding out what had happened in the past.

But this was a dream, and he had to interpret logic in the sequence of the dream.

Recalling the process that brought him here, he suddenly understood.

“To reach higher levels, one must descend into the abyss; to chase the past, one must look to the future.”

Gongsun Ce took off the clock’s face, moving the hands, “Advance time, let’s see what happened here in the past!”

As the minute hand spun around, the still air of the old living room began to blur, and three illusory shadows appeared where there should have been nothing.

They gathered around the dining table, engaged in a serious discussion; when the clock pointed to half-past seven, the shadows solidified, and their voices and movements emerged.

This time Gongsun Ce could see clearly.

The figures that appeared were his parents…

And his younger self.