Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 339 - 339 61 Mr

339: Chapter 61 Mr.

Lan_2 339: Chapter 61 Mr.

Lan_2 “Ha, quite like it,” the Superpower User chuckled, “do you care so much about how you are addressed?”

A blue flame gathered at the crossroads forming a long table.

This bizarre blue figure sat at the table, enthusiastically talking.

“Names are important!

Do you like ‘friend’?

Or maybe ‘buddy’?”

“These terms are quite down-to-earth,” Gongsun Ce couldn’t help saying, “Logically speaking, you are also a formidable character, so why be so…”

“Approachable?”

“Something like that.”

“Isn’t it nice to be friendly?”

“It lacks majesty.”

The blue figure slapped the table and shook his head, “Then how do you think I should speak and act?

Let me guess…”

He placed one hand over his chest and dramatically raised the other, exaggeratingly chanting a long sentence.

The ecstatic expression on his face resembled a third-rate poet singing solo in an empty opera house.

“I should stay at the end of the road, sitting alone in an ancient temple.

In the deepest part of the grand spectacle lies a throne made of bones and steel, that is my serene blue throne.

I sit silently with my eyes closed, watching the hurried passage of time in the world, as seas change and fields move.”

“One day, a talented young man will step into my kingdom.

He will be astonished by the traces of the past, and overwhelmed by the immortal power.

His steps are as light as air, not wanting to disturb me.

Yet he does not know that the king never sleeps, only closes his eyes.”

His words seemed to carry a magic power, allowing Gongsun Ce to envision the scene depicted.

In a place far beyond, the structure he described truly existed.

A creature indescribable sat deep within the temple, its eyes opening wide as the sky, its voice like a thousand Sword Soldiers clashing, billions of lives roaring!

“I will rise, moving aside the bones and debris, issuing a roar from eons past to the ignorant.

I am the Eternal King, the lord of the Wilderness!

Thus, the ancient temple crumbles, and I awaken from the long past.

Turmoil and strife descend upon the land, and the transformation of the world begins!”

In a moment, the imagined creature and the being before him overlapped, both speaking as if ringing in a new era.

The presence of that being made Gongsun Ce’s soul stiffen, his footing trembling uncontrollably.

It was just one person speaking, yet it felt as if the sky and earth were splitting, a thrilling shock to the spirit.

This made the Superpower User irrationally believe him.

His words were no mere fiction…

He truly possessed the power to change the world!

But in an instant, the blue figure’s aura disappeared.

It turned back into that friendly, frivolous guy, sitting at the table with Gongsun Ce’s demeanor, legs crossed like a profligate son, saying, “Does this match your imagination?”

The Superpower User held his chest, gasping heavily.

It took him a great effort to finally catch his breath.

“It matches very well…

so why…?”

The blue figure looked puzzled.

“Hey, I wanted to come and chat with you, so of course I should be the one to come over.

Is there anyone in this world who wants to talk to someone, but expects the other to find him?”

There are those, like royalty and nobles.

“Besides, sitting on a chair and putting on airs about how great I am, does that benefit communication?

I think not, it just makes everyone seem like a fool.”

Gongsun Ce’s face streamed with cold sweat.

“I thought important people would put on some airs.”

“Important people.” The blue figure waved his hand dismissively, “No.

There’s no such thing.

Me, you, and all life that has ever existed are the same.

There’s never been a distinction between big and small, nor a hierarchy.

The only real difference is strength and weakness, which has nothing to do with so-called status—a strong man is no nobler than a weak one, and vice versa.”

Gongsun Ce thought it was the devil’s temptation.

Even so, he had to admit, the temptation quite suited his taste.

He cared about names, disliked concepts of hierarchy and superiority, came from the same depths of the path, from the Desolate Form path, very familiar with the King of Destiny, claimed to be the lord of the Wilderness…

Gongsun Ce quickly locked his thoughts.

He couldn’t think any further; continuing would indeed drive him mad.

The blue figure waved at him, “So have you decided what to call me?”

“Just call me Gongsun Ce,” the Superpower User hastily replied, “and then I dare not know your name anymore.

Can I call you Mr.

Lan?”

“Why not?” Mr.

Lan grinned widely, “Relax, Gongsun Ce.

I’m just taking this rare opportunity to say hello and have a chat with you.

I won’t throw you into the depths of the path like the King of Destiny.”

I thank you very kindly.

“Whatever you wish to say, I’m all ears.”

“Very good, I like straightforwardness,” Mr.

Lan shook his head, “When do you plan to visit me?

I invited you before, but I see you weren’t very pleased.”

Gongsun Ce stared at the candlesticks and blue carpet, his eyes twitching.

“I really am not interested, thank you.

There are plenty of people in this world suitable for practicing the Desolate Form.

You can find other, more talented individuals…”

“Who should I look for?

Capro?

Tierlos?

Xu Junyi?” Mr.

Lan named three evil spellcasters, sending shivers down the Superpower User’s spine.

“No offense, they’re not very smart.

They act fine when chatting with me, but once they leave, they lose their minds.

I too wish for a good communicator as a representative!”

Gongsun Ce forced a smile, “Maybe you could look for other options beyond these evil spellcasters.”

“It’s the same question, who then?” Mr.

Lan sighed with his face, “Kong Wang!

Such a talented boy, went for the Void Phase.

Will!

A good lad, but he doesn’t want to deal with me.

Yan Qi!

He would be perfect, but just like you, he’s unwilling to come.”