Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 347 - 347 63rd Decaying Sadness of Old Age Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows Part 1_3

347: 63rd Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 1)_3 347: 63rd Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 1)_3 Glamorous on the outside, filthy within—this was the perfect description of Weiyuan City, and even Zero Island as a whole.

Where had the traditional elegance boasted in promotional brochures gone?

Where was the highly technological, high-welfare society promoted by the Giant Unions?

The successful denizens of Weiyuan’s city center, despite their plush lives, still suffered from complex occupational diseases due to terrifying workplace pressure; the commoners scraping by in these little alleys worried about next week’s meals; looking around Dahe Island and those unattended, dilapidated towns…

No one was happy.

Zuiyan’s ninja instincts told him to focus his attention on contemplating measures to counter the anti-divination techniques.

However, the experiences of his disciples and the information they brought had tired his heart.

He saw a small convenience store ahead.

“Controller-san, buy me a bottle of alcohol.”

“With pleasure!”

The car stopped beside the convenience store.

The young ninja asked cautiously, “What would you like?”

“Just get anything,” “Understood!”

The Controller removed his mask, entering the convenience store in common attire.

The old ninja took this opportunity to indulge in his memories.

When did it all start going wrong?

Weiyuan City wasn’t always like this.

It must have been the last few years of the previous century…

Secret wars.

That’s what people nowadays call the last decade of the last century, and it’s a fitting name.

By then, war had already begun.

The existence of Yongguang and Ustus cruelly divided the world into two poles.

Ideology, origins, political systems, and ways of life…

two gigantic entities, entirely different in every aspect, sharing borders and expanding inflations of power and contradictions, setting war as an item on the schedule.

For several years in a row, with no major Calamity God descending, the last line of defense against war was also overlooked.

The conflict intensified, the actions of the behemoths affected the entire world, and following the official success of nuclear weapons testing, even children could smell gunpowder in the air.

The distant Kingdom of Morton could maintain neutrality with the impressive influence of its Inner World, but the same could not be said for Zero Island.

Empire, United States, everyone had to choose.

Armaments replaced one another at a frenzied pace, every month plans that seemed sheer fantasy were approved, rapidly implemented.

A war without gunfire that swept up the Inner World, breaking a millennia of seclusion tradition among Impermanence Law Enforcers; every nation needed more, stronger Impermanence Law Enforcers…

Yongguang’s Imperial Academy Supervisors, Ustus’s superspies, Morton’s Holy Sword Knights…

all countries were in motion…

Giant Unions, Martial Arts Association, and even the dragged-in priests, Zero Island’s big shots argued fiercely every day, all under one shared premise: Zero Island could not remain aloof from the impending war, it had to have its own Creator Realm Expert!

The young Shiyu Genmi came into everyone’s sight.

In tumultuous times, he inherited his father’s enterprise with incredible skill, becoming the youngest member in meetings.

The Shiyu Plan was repeatedly discussed…

The achievements of various countries were conveyed through secret channels…

the young Creator Realm Expert made the older folk anxious…

To add insult to injury, a disaster more terrifying than the war arose.

An Evil Spirit known as the Red Mage descended on Qiongge Island.

The extermination team was wiped out, the Martial Arts Association greatly weakened, forced to accept the overture of the Evil Spirit…

Liu Wu replaced the late Sakata as the new President…

Finally, everyone resolved, with the support of foreign tycoons, to approve the Shiyu Plan.

As a result, on the day the new century arrived, the calamity of the azure skies fell.

The appearance of the Dragon Species brought all countries back to their senses, the secret war ended, so unceremoniously that Zero Island was too late to react, hardly daring to believe.

The war was over.

But what of the progressing plans?

Could they be abandoned now, after all this time?

How laughable.

He too was one of the decision-makers.

Who could have foreseen back then that Shiyu Genmi would employ such unrestrained methods?

No, that was an excuse; he should have realized it when he first heard the plan.

Now he regretted.

Wasn’t he the one truly without realization…

“Aieeee…

Is there anyone?

Please save me!!”

The cry for help from the filthy alleyway pulled the old man from his reverie.

Such acts of violence were common in the suburbs; he had seen plenty.

“Behave and I’ll pay you,” “I’m not an Oiran…

please!” “Shut up!” Another man’s voice, followed by the sound of a clear slap.

“I don’t care who you are.

I am a ninja!

I’ll drain your blood!”

The Controller opened the car door, presenting the bottle of alcohol with respect.

It was Kikumasamune, cheap sake.

“Zuiyan-san…” The Controller sat in the driver’s seat, his hands trembling slightly, as if mustering the courage to say something.

“Knock them out, then remove the face mask,” “Understood!”

With the zeal characteristic of youth, he dashed out like a hot-blooded young man of justice, completely lacking the demeanor of a ninja.

“Yahh!” “Guwah!” “Yahh!

Guwah!”

They were actually three amateur ninjas.

In less than a minute, everything was over.

The woman’s tearful apologies, followed by the Controller demonstrating his speechcraft as taught in the ninja manual, and then he returned with two unconscious ninjas.

“Here, Zuiyan-san.”

The old ninja got out of the car.

The unconscious ninjas lay in sewage, underneath their face masks were a human male and a mosquito head.

Zuiyan opened the bottle and took a drink, exhaling a breath tinged with drunkenness.

Utilizing a convenient technique, he interrogated the two on the spot, results matching what the Controller had said…

resembling disguised personal identities…

unable to discern human nature.

“Dispose of them,” “…Understood!”

Weiyuan City had two fewer amateur ninjas.

Weiyuan City had two more troubled individuals.

Elsewhere, outside Zero Island, people would say this was a coincidence.

But on Zero Island, the old folks would say it was the work of the Huojin God.

The Void Light Dragon had shown him this scene.

What could it be suggesting?

Zuiyan screwed the cap back on the bottle; he didn’t feel like drinking anymore.

The two troubled individuals headed toward the car, noticing the convenience store clerk waiting in front of it.

“Sorry for the disturbance, you actually gave me too much cash,” said the middle-aged man with a mask.

He took off his hat and extended a few coins to Yamaoka.

“Sorry to trouble you!” Yamaoka replied reflexively, then frowned.

“No…

I don’t think I overpaid.”

“Is that so?” Yamaoka noticed the clerk’s gaze trailing behind him, and that’s when…!

Immediately after, the young ninja heard the old man speak in a strangely unfamiliar tone.

It was a voice laden with nostalgia, one he had only heard once before.

“Long time no see, Wildfire-san.”

The clerk pulled down his mask, revealing a ninja’s face mask.

“Domo, Zuiyan-san.” A former disciple, paying respect to the master from whom he had parted ways.

“Do you have time for a drink?”