Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 248 - 248 17 Shiyu Attacks

248: Chapter 17 Shiyu Attacks 248: Chapter 17 Shiyu Attacks “Qiluo!

Help me out!”

After hearing Gongsun Ce’s call for help, the voice of an idol singer came from the smartphone in the living room.

“Miss Alice, I’m going to record this and post it online…”

“That’s perfect!

Feel free to show the Empire girls his foolish face.

I’ll enjoy it even more!”

Gongsun Ce shouted hoarsely, “Send it to Mr.

Shiyu!

Qiluo, send it to Shiyu Lianyi!”

“Selecting recipient, Shiyu Lianyi~”

Shiyu Ling snorted fiercely, letting go and stepping back to his bed.

Gongsun Ce clutched his chest, feeling conflicted.

“You really are despicable.

I don’t even know what to say…”

Shiyu Ling headed to the living room and came back with some beer.

She used a pillow as a backrest and tossed a canned beer to Gongsun Ce.

“Test this for poison with your handkerchief.”

“Why should I do such a thing for you?”

Shiyu Ling yawned and said, “Because if I get poisoned, your conscience won’t let you live with it.”

…You scoundrel!

Gongsun Ce, gritting his teeth, took out a Slime handkerchief and let it sip a drop of beer.

The oddly green Slime didn’t change color, indicating the beer was not poisoned.

He tossed the beer back with telekinesis, annoyed, and Shiyu Ling caught it.

She used an energy-detecting rune again, and seeing no abnormalities, she finally drank confidently.

“Living must be exhausting for you,” the superpower user couldn’t help but jab.

“Ha!” She put the beer can down ungracefully, “One must be careful or die miserably.

I thought you’d learned your lesson by now.”

If even local supporters can’t be trusted, better not do the mission at all.

Chuyun’s old lady seemed to hold a high position; he thought she wouldn’t stoop to using such lowly tactics like poisoning to harm him.

“What do you think?” Shiyu Ling asked abruptly.

“This mission?

We are likely bait,” the superpower user replied calmly.

Ultimately, any sane decision-maker would not have him and Shiyu Ling teamed up on a mission.

Even with Qiluo’s assistance, this duo was always at risk of infighting.

In a real fight, if Shiyu Ling gave an order to strike him from behind, the superpower user’s life might be in jeopardy.

He was well aware of his own limitations.

Letting Gongsun Ce take down some formidable foe or rescue someone fit his capabilities.

But having Gongsun Ce disguise himself and traverse half the country to uncover the truth about someone?

That was not his forte.

“You carry secrets obtained from your defection, and I have the secret of slaying a giant dragon; using us as bait is appropriate,” he said, closing his eyes and lying on the bed, “The heads of the Martial Arts Association might be tempted when they see this situation.

Once their forces are divided, the real fight becomes simpler.”

“Willingly being used, even tools aren’t as conscientious as you.”

What’s wrong with being used if it removes a threat?

He didn’t speak further but asked Shiyu Ling, “You really despise the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect.”

“Not really, I just dislike their theories.”

The gray-haired youth opened his eyes.

Shiyu Ling was still leaning against the headrest, eyes gazing at the ceiling, lost in thought.

“You don’t believe in the so-called vortex of fate.”

She scoffed, “Karma?

The transformation of calamities?

If those were real, why didn’t a Lord of God appear to save me during my suffering?”

Maybe because you’re evil too.

Gongsun Ce didn’t voice this thought.

Unlike Shiyu Ling, he had no interest in picking at people’s wounds.

After his conversation with the old witch, he felt irritable.

Fortune, connections, vortexes—people and powers on Zero Island were restrained by the influence of the Void Light Dragon.

And with the advice he had received, he had to tread lightly.

But if his fortune remained poor tomorrow, was he to just keep waiting here?

Wait for the day the Void Light Dragon improves his fortune?

“Just this once, I agree with you; it’s better if fate doesn’t exist.”

He picked up the smartphone with telekinesis and said goodnight to Qiluo.

After arranging the nighttime shifts, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

·

Late at night, in the sky-high city.

Shiyu Lianyi pushed open the iron gate and entered a room devoid of furniture.

His last visit here was to interrogate a dragon worshipper; but this time, it was to meet someone.

The person, carrying a silver briefcase and wearing a long coat, stood against the wall and reached out a hand as he approached.

“Nice to meet you, Shiyu Lianyi.

Thank you for assisting with this mission.”

“Your reputation is well-known in our field,” the man in the suit said with a smile, “I’m honored to be of help.”

“What’s the cost of this transaction?”

“I won’t be free to move for a few days,” Shiyu Lianyi said with a resigned shake of his head, “Let’s get started.”

He took off his gloves and shook hands with the client, “The cost is…”

A second later, the deal was sealed.

–

At the same time, on the 77th floor of Jiushijiu Tower.

Shiyu Genmi tossed a biscuit to the man in black sitting on the couch, who blandly thanked him and started eating.

The man in the white suit sat on his office chair and couldn’t stop laughing.

He turned and asked, “Who did Hidden Law Master get into a fight with?”

The man beside the window spread his hands wide: “Sky Extreme~Ming Guest~Mr.

Xuan Zhi~~!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Shiyu Genmi held his stomach, laughing so hard that he even started to cry.

He pulled out a handkerchief to dab at the corners of his eyes, then glared at his old friend with a sinister look.

“Did you leave something out, old friend?

Shouldn’t there be a part for your Faceless God as well?”

Faceless God remained serious, showing none of the malevolence he had when scheming against the man in black.

“Why would you say that?

Though I wear white, my heart is truly sincere!”

Shiyu Genmi shrugged, thinking if you’re happy playing, I’m happy to play the fool.

“Got the data for the Colored glaze Dragon?

Give me a precise number on its residual strength.”

The man in the top hat sighed, “Less than one-tenth remains, yet its influence lingers.

The skill manifesting in mind isn’t enough to confront this!”

The monarch’s residual concern was less than one-tenth, yet it was enough to assimilate the consciousness of those in the Manifestation Realm.

This was slightly unexpected; he thought the numbers would have been higher.

Shiyu Genmi tapped on the desk, paused for a moment and then said, “Any chance of improving the unification skill technique?”

“One in a hundred.”

It’s time to put some effort into strengthening consciousness.

“Hey, lend me Hidden Law Master for a few days for experiments!”

Faceless God shook his head like a bobble-head doll: “No way, no way!

Hidden Law Master is my dear friend!”

Shiyu Genmi couldn’t be bothered to argue with this pretentious fool.

He flopped onto the desk, yawning as he spoke, “Alright, then I’ll just have to think of something else.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, someone is planning a kidnapping…”

He picked up the phone, ordering like a bad-tempered father returning home late at night: “Hey, Lianyi!

You’ve seen the meeting notes, right?

Someone’s planning to kidnap your father.

Send your brothers and sisters first thing tomorrow to Purple Island to smash the shrine!

Assign those after 05, smash all six major sites until someone shows up!”

He hung up the phone and took a beer from the fridge, savoring it contently.

Faceless God just sighed, “That’s against the rules!”

“I could be dead in six months anyway,” Shiyu Genmi put down his beer can, chuckling, “Martial Arts Association and the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect are going at it, and I’ll cheer them from the afterlife.

My time is near; anything I do is with a clear conscience…”

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, standing shoulder to shoulder with Faceless God, looking down at the glittering city below.

The man’s once carefree and calm smile now carried a chill of grim determination.

“Anything I do is with a clear conscience.”

–

Morning, Dahe Island.

Just as dawn began to break, a giant dragon worshipper energetically sprang from his bed to his computer desk.

“Today’s fortune prediction!” He rolled the dice; the hundred-sided dice spun around, revealing a gray number: 20.

“Ah damn!” The long-haired man shook his head, “If prayers come through, give him another chance to roll.

Got it, I understand…

But bad luck two days in a row, these two have really rotten luck.”

–

The next morning.

In front of the torii gate, the white-robed priest rubbed his eyes wearily, having been on duty all night, and now it was time for a shift change.

Just as he was about to turn back, he saw a dense crowd approaching along the path, accompanied by the roaring sound of motorcycles and tires grinding on gravel.

The priest quickly perked up, signaling his colleague to go back and report, while he stepped forward alone and yelled, “The shrine isn’t open yet!

If you want to visit, come back in the morning!”

On closer inspection, he realized this bunch all had slickly styled hair, dressed in black, with toothpicks or cigarette butts in their mouths.

Their bikes bore ostentatious flags with slogans.

The priest grew alert.

Delinquents?

No kids like that in the nearby villages!

The leader of the delinquents, a man in a black leather jacket with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, noticed the priest’s gaze quickly scanning the flags: “Struggle through the Night,” “The Eighth Wonder,” “Focus on Technology,” “Shiyu”…

Shiyu!

“To think they’re claiming to be Shiyu!

What a damned joke!” The priest pulled out a stack of talisman paper, but the punk with the exploding hairstyle grabbed his wrist and blew smoke in his face.

Behind him, the delinquents shouted robustly, “Are you blind, damn it!

You’ve messed with Shiyu Lingba, damn it!!”

A second later, the unconscious white-robed priest was sent flying past the torii, becoming the first visitor of the day at Huangquan Shrine.

Shiyu Lingba lit another cigarette for himself and made a gesture.

“Smash.”