Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 217 - 217 6 I've Become Stronger

217: Chapter 6 I’ve Become Stronger 217: Chapter 6 I’ve Become Stronger Gongsun Ce took a few minutes to call his parents, telling his dad and mom that he hadn’t been involved in any superpower brawls lately, that Skyspace City was stable, friends were doing well, and everything was fine.

Mr.

Gongsun bluntly said that he didn’t quite believe the part about not fighting, to which Gongsun Ce replied, “Really, really, dad, how could I lie to you?” His mom said, “Child, you’re almost 20; it’s time for you to date.” Gongsun Ce said, “It’s too early, too early, mom, don’t worry…”

After the conversation, he hung up the phone and let out a sigh.

Sometimes, talking to parents isn’t about discussing anything particularly important; it’s just that hearing each other’s voice can be reassuring.

Gongsun Ce walked back inside the villa and sat down at the dining table.

He clenched his fist and said deeply, “I feel like I’ve become stronger.”

Yan Qi, holding a small wine glass, glanced sideways and laughed with a snort, his disdain apparent.

Shiyu Lianyi, bringing out a plate of fried rice, cooperated by asking, “In what way specifically?”

The superpower user looked down and shoveled two big mouthfuls of rice, “Thinking speed has increased, I feel stronger than before, and my reflexes seem sharper.”

He took off his glasses and glared at the young man in the suit close by, “And my vision seems to have…

improved a bit?”

Shiyu Lianyi’s professional knowledge told him that the enhancements brought by Spirit Light didn’t include improved eyesight.

Holding back a smile, he solemnly echoed, “Impressive, Gongsun.”

Gongsun Ce smacked his lips, half-doubtful, “And my appetite’s smaller?

I can’t believe I’m not very hungry.”

Having slept from midnight the previous day until noon, he should have been starving upon waking up, but his stomach stubbornly claimed it could hold out a while longer, suggesting with a bit more perseverance, he might even make it to dinner.

Gongsun Ce thought this was the strangest thing.

Almost every superpower user was a big eater—eating much and getting hungry quickly—because using superpowers often required a significant amount of energy and stamina, and the most convenient and fastest way to replenish energy was through eating.

This is why high-calorie food stores, catering to the energy-releasing superpower users—who consumed the most energy and had the largest appetites—could be found everywhere throughout Skyspace City.

Ignoring the exceptional case of Qiluo and taking the four-person group as an example: Kardesia, who ignited fires every few days, undoubtedly had the biggest appetite, followed by the martial artist and superpower user Qin Qianbai, condescending to second place.

Gongsun Ce regretfully stood a step below them on the third-place podium, while Shiyu Lianyi’s appetite was basically indistinguishable from that of an average person.

Girls who eat whatever they want and still maintain good figures could probably only be found here.

Gongsun Ce put on his glasses and after a moment of thought, asked, “Does Spirit Light provide a new source of energy?

Mr.

Shiyu, does your small appetite have something to do with you being an Impermanence Law Enforcer?”

Shiyu Lianyi nodded and explained, “Your broad understanding isn’t wrong.

Spirit Light is the strength hidden within our hearts.

It is the foundation that drives the Impermanence Skill, and we can also use it as an energy supplement for our superpowers.”

It seemed that by igniting his Spirit Light, he had acquired a new source of energy, as if his heart had been equipped with a permanent enhancement buff.

Gongsun Ce came up with this common-sense explanation and thought that superpowers—or the power of the Dragon Species—came from the human heart, and the Impermanence Skill also drew from an inner strength.

Now that he knew the Spirit Light of the Impermanence Skill could act as a supplementary energy for his superpower, he wondered if a connection existed between the illusory soul and the tangible heart…

Gongsun Ce looked at the man in black and said, “Superpowers and the Impermanence Skill…”

Yan Qi’s eyes widened.

“Said so much you can’t remember?

Ask less, think less, ponder less!”

Gongsun Ce didn’t get angry but merely replied meekly, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Yan Qi felt goosebumps rising on his arms.

He shook his hands vigorously and exclaimed, “Get him a mental health check!

His brain’s definitely got a problem!”

Gongsun Ce slammed the table in annoyance, “Even being good-tempered isn’t allowed, huh?

You need me to shout and scream at you every day to feel comfortable?”

The middle-aged painter took a sip of his drink, reassured, “There’s still hope, not a permanent split personality.”

“Buzz off.”

Shiyu Lianyi almost laughed out loud.

He realized that if this went on, the two wouldn’t stop, and quickly intervened to smooth things over.

“Gongsun, you seem more candid now than before.”

“Do I?

I feel like I haven’t…” Gongsun Ce subconsciously retorted, and then fell silent.

He silently finished a large plate of fried rice, and in the process, carefully reviewed his dream experiences, from the desert to the Skyspace City residence, from the tunnel to the old apartment building, and finally to the confirmation of his Heart Connection.

Gongsun Ce recalled the eerie state just before Awakening and broke out in a cold sweat.

The silver-haired youth said with retrospective fear, “My goodness, after I decided on the Silent Phase, I was like a madman, almost barging into the path of the Silent Phase without any preparation.”

Yan Qi scrutinized him, skepticism still in his eyes, “That’s what’s most fatal, Gongsun.

Your talents meant that trouble was inevitable at the end of your first dream entry.

How did you wake up on your own?”

The superpower user was embarrassingly stuck, thinking he couldn’t just say he woke up because he remembered being hugged by a girl lately.

He rubbed his face and said with articulate clarity, “It concerns personal secrets, so let’s not talk about that!”

Yan Qi crossed his legs and sarcastically “Oh~” in response, then didn’t press further.

Gongsun Ce remembered another strange event, the carpeted path of the Desolate Form.

Deep in his heart, he could laugh it off, but here in reality, the more he thought about it, the more chilling it became.