Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 323 - 323 54 No Coincidence Too Small for A Novel Part 2

323: Chapter 54: No Coincidence Too Small for A Novel Part 2 323: Chapter 54: No Coincidence Too Small for A Novel Part 2 Sun Ce had no knowledge of the elderly man’s speculations; he just felt he was feeling better, probably able to hold on for a while longer.

He gently pushed open the door of the hospital room, where the blue-haired woman slept unprotected in bed.

Shiyu Ling’s face looked tender when her eyes were closed, betraying none of her usual fierce woman demeanor, nor did she resemble the exaggerated expression of the adventurer.

She seemed like the sister who grew up a few years before you in the neighborhood, always joking with you, occasionally arguing over childish topics, but when you were bullied by the bad kids on the way home from school, she would run over angrily, waving her backpack to scare the bullies away.

How ridiculous, he thought, why would he come up with such absurd associations?

That was Shiyu Ling…

He wanted to laugh at himself, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The image of the woman standing in front of him persisted stubbornly in his mind, refusing to dissipate.

She was okay.

This fact truly steadied Sun Ce’s heart as if gravity had finally brought a floater back to solid ground.

Only now did he finally feel like he had his feet firmly on the earth.

The tension receded like the tide, leaving guilt and self-reproach on the dried-up beach, piercing his heart like needles.

“Why did you save me?”

Sun Ce clasped his hands tightly, his head hanging weakly.

“I was supposed to help you…

it was my duty to protect you…!”

“If I really died…!” Sun Ce rubbed his face hard.

He took a while to open his eyes again and met with a pair of night sky-like black pupils.

The blue-haired woman had woken up at some point and turned her head to look at him, motionless.

Shiyu Ling’s lips moved slightly.

Her voice was very light but sounded terribly lazy.

“Yuck…

that’s so gross…”

…………

The air in the hospital room was cold as the Arctic.

The Superpower User looked like an ice sculpture.

Shiyu Ling blinked slowly.

Then, in that same tone, she continued.

“It makes me want to vomit psychologically, and it’s so stupid…”

Crack.

The ice sculpture named Sun Ce shattered, and someone’s soul stuttered,

“You, you, you…”

“Ah, I’ve been listening since ‘Why did you save me.'”

The gray-haired young man’s expression was that of a duck caught by the neck.

“How to put it, your voice almost crying,” said Shiyu Ling, taking a breath, “— made me try to suppress my laughter so hard it hurt my wounds, hahaha!”

“Gah!”

“Can’t blame me, it’s just too foolish!

Ten times dumber than when you got blasted as a child!

Ah, it hurts so much, laughing all over…”

“Don’t talk anymore ahhhh!”

The young man covering his face in an agonized shriek, and the Hunter who started screaming in the middle of laughing, turned the sentimental atmosphere in the hospital room into something as lighthearted as a sitcom from ten years ago.

The old black doctor resting on the first floor, hearing the commotion downstairs, sighed at how wonderful youth was.

Sun Ce silently sat beside the hospital bed, doing his best to pretend he was a stone statue.

Shiyu Ling, having just woken up, moved her neck and didn’t feel the somewhat hard collar.

“Where’s the collar?”

Sun Ce took out the collar from his pocket: “This thing is no longer necessary.”

How could he possibly allow her to wear a self-destruct device now?

To use such a thing on a partner who saved his life would be utterly shameful.

“Ah~~~ then I quit, I’m going traveling.”

“Sure, wait until the mission is over before you go, it’s still too dangerous now,” said Sun Ce seriously, “I’ll find you a safer place to rest, then I’ll send you off.”

Shiyu Ling squinted her eyes and said somberly, “Seems like your brain couldn’t escape being crushed after all…”

“Why do you joke every time I try to be serious?!”

“I’ll return the same words to you, who confessed during a life and death battle, huh?”

“Guh-Wah!” The Superpower User let out the sound of a ninja who had been severely wounded, as Shiyu Ling pursued relentlessly, “Only with the love I have for Miss Shiyu could I return from the brink of death!

It is the Power of Love that created the miracle!”

Mimicking Gongsun Ce’s tone with dramatic flair, she found immense satisfaction in seeing someone’s defenses crumble.

Then, upon coming to her senses, she pondered her current predicament and realized that maybe, perhaps, probably…

“Hey, is it really appropriate for you to say that given your current situation?”

“Shut up!” Shiyu Ling shrieked, turning her head away, “My wounds started hurting again all because of you!”

Such illogical displacement of anger.

It was clearly a case of suffering the consequences of her own actions.

“My bad, my bad.

Want some water?

I’ll get you some.”

“Not thirsty,” came a voice from the sickbed, “So hungry.”

“Linai’s out getting food, so just wait a bit.”

“I’m dying here…”

She muttered a few complaints under her breath, then quietened down.

The sound of steady breathing arose, and Shiyu Ling fell into a deep sleep once more.

·

Step by step, the Superpower User ascended the staircase.

The dual exhaustion of body and mind made him want to collapse there and then, but the discordant alarm in his mind kept ringing, making it hard for him to relax.

It was all too coincidental, wasn’t it?

The only reliable, highly skilled underground doctor within reach lived in Kuku Jili Town.

Even if Gongsun Ce hadn’t taken part in the Gathering Prayer Festival and hadn’t received vital intelligence, after breaking through the waterfall blockade, it was very likely he would head here.

The old man from Tanamura knew Wildfire, therefore he must have connections with the ninjas.

The wasteland to the west of the town was where Shiyu Lianyi had once stayed.

Another coincidence…

It made him involuntarily think of the vortex above Zero Island and the links above each person’s head.

Are we all just puppets under Huojin God?

Seemingly acting of our own will, yet actually being drawn by invisible threads, carrying out predetermined actions in line with the so-called godly powers?

And what about those priests, witches, and gods who could see the connections, those who had lived on this island for thousands of years, how did they view this matter?

Gongsun Ce remembered the ninja’s speech at the festival: Everything is under the watchful gaze of the great Huojin God.

“Just spectating is fine, but don’t get personally involved,” Gongsun Ce said with mixed emotions.

He climbed up another floor to see Tanamura sipping tea at a small table.

“I really appreciate your help this time.”

“Business is business, no need for thanks.” The old medic set down his teacup, “How’s Wildfire-san doing these days?

Still alive?”

Gongsun Ce chose his words carefully: “He’s still active as a ninja.”

“That stubborn fellow…” The old medic smiled nostalgically.

The old man was not only skilled in medicine and acquainted with Wildfire, but now lived in such a remote place.

He must have had his own story, but what of it?

Everyone in the world has their own tale, and to offer help for old times’ sake deserved thanks.

Tanamura caught his gaze.

“Want to hear about it?

The power struggles of the Martial Arts Association, and the filthy Weiyuan City.” The Superpower User shook his head repeatedly.

“Not interested.”

“That’s the right attitude.

That kind of trash is worthless.”

The Superpower User thought of the bottles and jars on the basement floor.

“Do you have medicines for combat here?”

“The stimulant from earlier is already the limit.

The forces you used today were too strong; don’t expect to fight using normal medicines for a while,” Tanamura shook his head, “Besides, I won’t say anything if the ninjas don’t come, but if they do come looking, I will tell the truth.

Because I want to live.”

Gongsun Ce nodded calmly.

“It’s already more than enough.”

Just then, Linai entered the clinic holding a takeout bag, lifting the plastic bag with a smile.

“We’ve got fried rice and sushi~”

“Fantastic, Miss Linai, I’m starving,” Gongsun Ce thought of conserving his energy and took the sushi platter with his hands.

He was just about to open it when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

It was a reminder from Qiluo.

Gongsun Ce pulled out his phone.

“This is…?” The content of the warning filled him with doubt.

Half a minute later, someone knocked on the clinic’s door.

“Is Tanamura-san here?

Tanamura-san!!” The visitor’s voice was exceedingly weak.

Linai cautiously pulled out a stick, but the old medic signaled for them not to act rashly.

“Sorry, but the clinic is closed today…”

“Please, I need help!

I am a disciple of Zuiyan-san!” The old man, who was about to activate the defense mechanism, froze in his action.

“Please!” Bang!

The old, worn-out door broke open with brute force, and a young man covered in scars stood at the clinic’s entrance.

He supported an unconscious companion and dragged another large figure behind him.

There was blood everywhere in front of the clinic, and what caused their grievous wounds were ninja shurikens and kunai!

The light in Yamaoka’s eyes was almost extinguished, but when he saw the old man, it miraculously brightened again.

“Please save my companions…!”

Then, as hope ignited within the young man, he fell into an abyss.

He saw the individuals seated on the couch, the gray-haired bespectacled young man, the girl in a hoodie…!

It was absurd, almost like a cruel joke by the Huojin God.

Forces that had fought a bloody battle at the waterfall, now met once again mere hours later!