Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 301 - 301 45 Gathering Wishes Festival Complete _2

301: Chapter 45: Gathering Wishes Festival (Complete) _2 301: Chapter 45: Gathering Wishes Festival (Complete) _2 Gongsun Ce noticed that the old god in hiding was in a bad mood, and a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.

“You don’t have to be so pessimistic.

Although modern technology is a bit hard to understand, it’s not necessarily devoid of sentiment,” he said, pulling out a Heart Phase Weapon gifted by a doctor from his briefcase, the White Face model 3.5.

“How about taking a look at this?”

This Heart Phase Weapon was manufactured by Cecil Laboratory, and from his understanding of the folks in white coats, this device was definitely a creation of technology, or at least one from the realm of the skies.

Ta Bei disdainfully received the mask, glanced at it dismissively, then took a closer look.

A light suddenly brightened in his eyes.

“Which workshop made this!”

“It’s a specialty from my homeland, a product of modern industry.

Would you like it as a gift if you’re interested?”

“No need,” Ta Bei set the mask aside, “Modern industry…

too weird…

such a bizarre article…

I need to ask the witch!”

The old blacksmith hopped away on one leg, and Shiyu Ling rolled her eyes, saying, “You’ve probably just convinced Zero Island’s oldest traditional craftsman to switch professions, and I’m not sure if this counts as building up virtue or lacking it.”

“Isn’t it good if old craftsmen want to learn something new?

Maybe in a little while, Ta Bei will be able to figure out how to make a Heart Phase mechanical gun.”

“Lacking virtue!” Shiyu Ling sighed deeply.

“Truly lacking virtue!”

Gongsun Ce took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

In just over a minute, it would be midnight.

Recalling the warning of the fox god, he hastily made his way towards the unremoved fortune-telling stall.

·

Meanwhile, at the other end of the street.

Sakura Dance wore a fox mask and stood before the God of Yuzhuan.

The fox proprietress smiled warmly, “Are you upset about Fu Jian’s reaction?”

“How could I be?” The witch shook her head, “Grandmother is just using this opportunity to vent her dissatisfaction.

In reality, she wants to sabotage the ritual, preventing me from participating in the Calamity God Festival.”

“That temperamental individual…

It was she who initially proposed it, yet she backs out when it comes down to it.

After a long time together, she must see you as her real granddaughter,” said the fox god, her words laced with complaints yet showing no sign of blame, “Forgive her, Sakura Dance.

She is already old.”

“How could I blame her?” Sakura Dance spoke softly.

She raised her index and little finger on her right hand, making a fox-like “Window of the Fox” gesture and gently touched the nose of the proprietress with the fox mouth she mimed.

The proprietress shook her head repeatedly as if tickled.

A glint of gold sparkled between Sakura Dance’s fingers, soon vanishing.

With the elderly Fu Jian using the situation to her advantage, the dance that Sakura Dance should have performed was forcefully interrupted for a novice to complete.

But rituals aren’t essentially about results; they are just steps to connect with the divine.

When a god appears directly before humans, there is no need for intricate rituals.

Communication can be achieved.

At this moment, the clock pointed to 12, heralding a new day.

Sakura Dance relaxed her gesture and gazed up at the clear night sky.

“In this way, all the necessary Zhi Pi are collected.”

“Yidou Nengmai’s portion, just like before, will be provided during the Calamity God Festival,” the fox proprietress’s tail drooped, “What do you think yourself, Sakura Dance?”

“I was once a god of Zero Island, then a witch of Zero Island, and now a ninja of Zero Island,” Sakura Dance took off her mask, looking back at the god, “Be it a god or a human, all that needs to be done is fulfilling one’s duty, nothing more.”

The ninja clad in white leapt onto the rooftop, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The fox god, pondering her old friend’s words, silently sighed.

“The Festival of Wishes is a ceremony to fulfil wishes, Sakura Dance.

Your duty is completed, but what then is your wish…”

·

As the clock struck 12, the superpower user sat back in front of the fortune-telling stall.

“Let’s see who the last guest is.”

Though he said this, he had a premonition about this guest’s identity.

So, when he caught a glimpse of a piece of gray clothing, Gongsun Ce was not particularly surprised.

However, when the person in gray came out of the alleyways revealing their full appearance, the superpower user stared in astonishment.

The visitor was dressed in gray, crowned with gold, attired exactly like the legendary Yidou Nengmai, but beneath that golden crown was the face of another person—a face identical to Linai’s!

Reversion to ancestry?

Clone?

A secret plan of the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect?

A myriad of possibilities flew through the superpower user’s mind while Shiyu Ling confidently made a declaration.

“Possession of that witch, huh?

Even a respected god resorts to such petty tricks.”

Possession…

had it taken over Linai’s body?

Gongsun Ce finally understood, as this was a reasonable explanation since Linai was indeed Yidou Nengmai’s witch, and embodying a god was part of her job.

Immediately, he understood the intention behind the god’s action.

“Don’t be disrespectful, Miss Shiyu.

Lord Yidou Nengmai is using possession out of consideration for your feelings.”

After all, Shiyu Ling didn’t possess the Netherworld Eyes.

“Linai” sat down at Gongsun Ce’s table, reaching out her hand.

She spoke with Linai’s voice, yet with a distinctly different tone.

“Please give it to me.”

The superpower user hesitated, then remembered something.

He took out the beans gifted by the Wandering God and gently placed them in “Linai’s” palm.

“Lord Huojin God is embarrassed,” the voice of the god carried a trace of laughter, “Clever humans, you’ve done too much, too well.

Everything tonight should let you long possess the golden threads.”

Shiyu Ling responded, “So Huojin God plans to play dumb, huh?

Its favorite thing is the so-called ‘fickle fate,’ it can’t stand continuous good fortune.

And this fellow can’t bear to step in personally, sending you, his wife, to smooth things over.

What a child, really quite amusing!”