Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 279 - 279 37 Interwoven Dreams End

279: Chapter 37: Interwoven Dreams (End) 279: Chapter 37: Interwoven Dreams (End) The world of dreams shattered like a broken mirror into countless fragments, and the father-like figure of Shiyu Genmi turned into gray sand.

Shiyu Ling vanished, and all plunged into darkness, followed by the emergence of a new scene.

Gongsun Ce once again stood before Shiyu Lianyi’s prison cell, this time the door was open, and the boy stood alone in front of it.

Before Shiyu Lianyi could speak, Gongsun Ce spoke first.

“It is now the afternoon of August 27th.

Shiyu Genmi took Shiyu Ling to the research facility for adjustment.

It’s time for you to act.”

The young Shiyu Lianyi looked down at the floor, motionless.

He gloomily said, “Sister Ling now, at least, is happier than either of us…”

“The longer you immerse yourself in false happiness, the greater the pain when you realize it.” Gongsun Ce clenched his fist.

“We must confront the truth, no matter how cruel it may be…

because only after clarifying the past can we truly move towards the future.”

“…”

Shiyu Lianyi fell silent for a long time, a very long time.

Finally, he sliced open the palm of his hand and drew a blood-colored pattern on the back of his hand.

“Curse Aspect: Manifest, Filthy Sun Day: Curse Scale.”

Shiyu Lianyi began to act, Gongsun Ce following behind him.

They exited the dim corridor and reached the bizarre hall.

This time, there were people in the hall, three researchers wearing white coats smoking in the corner.

When they saw them, one shouted, “Test subject number one is out—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as Gongsun Ce grabbed a chair and smashed it hard on his head.

The researcher screamed in agony as he fell, bleeding, and the gray-haired youth furiously charged at the other two.

“Find Shiyu Ling.” Shiyu Lianyi started running.

The fallen researcher pulled out a handgun, and Gongsun Ce stomped on his wrist.

“Gua-!” He was then grabbed by the third person from behind, maintaining this posture as he slammed them against the wall!

“Gua-!” After breaking free, he elbowed the researcher in the chest!

“Aba-!”

The researchers were actually quite weak physically, and within a few seconds, Gongsun Ce had knocked down two of them.

He grabbed the last researcher by the collar and smashed his head against the wall.

“Aba-!”

“Never had a street fight, huh?” the Superpower User gasped for breath, releasing the unconscious researcher and turning to chase after Shiyu Lianyi.

He ran at full speed, passing one tightly closed door after another.

According to the timing from the last event, he should have already reached the endpoint, but this time the corridor seemed impossibly long, as if it had no end!

Gongsun Ce had read something similar in Rina’s notes,—some Clarity Dreams are hard to get through in the end because the subconscious resists the probing of the truth.

Shiyu Ling had made the dream into this chaotic form, hiding the truth in the deepest part, even altering the dream’s structure towards the end, she absolutely did not want to recall what happened on this day…

“But you have to face it, Shiyu Ling!” the young man roared, “Unless you want to deceive yourself forever like I once did!”

Gongsun Ce kept running, his leg muscles aching, his body dripping with sweat, and he was almost unsure whether he was in a dream or reality.

He ran for a few more minutes, then half an hour, then an indescribable length of time…

Finally, this invisible contest came to an end.

The force that trapped him relented, and Gongsun Ce reached the end of the corridor.

The door to the laboratory was open, and the young Shiyu Lianyi stood in front of him.

Beside the boy lay about a dozen bodies, blood flowing from all their orifices, looking extremely horrific.

The young Shiyu Ling stood in a dress, trembling in the corner.

She did not understand what had happened, why all the uncles had fallen, why her brother had suddenly turned into this frightening figure.

“Lianyi, what, what happened to you…”

“I’m sorry, Sister Ling,” Shiyu Lianyi walked up to the girl, touching her face with his finger, “I’m sorry.”

Young Shiyu Ling widened her eyes in confusion as Shiyu Genmi and a man in a white coat burst in through the side door.

Shiyu Genmi reached forward with his hand, and the white-coated man shot out a shuriken from his sleeve, everything seemed frozen at that moment, only the boy’s voice echoed in the air.

“The cost is losing consciousness within a year, the return is awakening your memory.”

He was paying the price, Curse Scale’s deal was sealed.

The shuriken stabbed into his back, and the unconscious boy fell.

Young Shiyu Ling subconsciously supported the unconscious boy, looking towards her father not far away.

Her pupils shrank, her facial expression rapidly changing—astonishment, confusion, anger, fear, disbelief…

She sat dazed on the ground, unable to say a word.

“Oh, my goodness…” Shiyu Genmi sighed exaggeratedly, “What should I say?

My best test subject ruined my smoothest experiment plan.

Even bad luck should have its limits!”

He waved at the girl, “Did you remember everything, little princess?”

The man was still smiling, using the same nickname, the same tone as before.

How utterly heartless a man must be to carry out such cruel acts!

The girl’s lips trembled, she heard the man continuing to laugh and ask.

“Quick, tell Daddy, is your Spiritual Image Skill still functional?”

“Ah, ah…”

Unconsciously, she made a meaningless sound.

Then finally, this voice turned into a desperate wail.

“Aaaahhhhhh——!!!!”

Collapsed, she held her head, sobbing, leaning against the wall and screamed.

“Everything is fake…

Everything is fake, fake!!!”

“How could that be, little princess?

At least you truly loved Daddy, didn’t you?” Shiyu Genmi still smiled, seemingly amused.