Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 359 - 359 69 Sunshine

359: Chapter 69: Sunshine 359: Chapter 69: Sunshine “Are you courting death?!

This is the devil’s territory!”

The hoodlums shouted urgently, “Don’t cause trouble for everyone, stay away from here!!”

They didn’t seem to be bluffing, but genuinely afraid of something.

Before Shiyu Ling had time to clear his thoughts, there came a blast and the roar of animals from behind them.

Everyone turned back simultaneously, witnessing a monstrous beast rampaging crazily—it was a biochemical experiment subject that had broken containment in the central district!

Humans would read the signs and heed the warnings of veterans, but animals didn’t care about such things.

Like a resurrected corpse, the Biochemical Cat leapt over the dead zone boundary amidst the hoodlums gasping for breath.

It satisfied its curiosity but paid the price for it.

As if some defense mechanism had triggered, the ten-meter-tall beast froze in mid-air.

Its body was diced into countless cubes; not only its solid bones but also its sharp nails were evenly sliced by the invisible blades.

Once a fierce beast, its flesh chunks now compressed by powerful forces and crushed like a squashed green fruit, blood fell from the sky, causing a small bout of green acid rain.

The bloody scene was enough to turn anyone’s stomach for 24 hours, leaving the hoodlums pale-faced.

“The devil is in a bad mood today!

Run!!”

The hoodlums bolted as if flying, and Gongsun Ce, grabbing the perplexed female Hunter, took cover behind a car.

An invisible force surged from deep within the dead zone, bringing terrible storms and kinetic energy.

The car’s hood shattered into distorted fragments in the blink of an eye, the explosion extinguished by telekinesis before it could happen, and the entire vehicle was twisted, flattened, and torn behind them in a uniform display of an invisible disintegration show!

The violent act stopped three seconds later, leaving nothing but a trunk of what once was a car.

Shiyu Ling, taking cover behind the trunk, didn’t look too good.

“Your telekinesis wasn’t quite like this before, was it?”

“Did I ever tell you that the worse the mood, the stronger the superpower?”

“You only said the worse the mood, the easier it is to go berserk.”

“Same thing.”

They stood up from behind the half trunk, with Gongsun Ce leading the way.

He hesitated for a moment before extending his hand to the female Hunter, saying somewhat awkwardly, “Just, you know…

for safety…”

Shiyu Ling curled her lip and grabbed his hand.

“Of course, for safety.

You must have had the same concern when you lifted my skirt, such a courteous gentleman.”

Gongsun Ce lamented, “Can we not bring that up?

I was just joking!”

“Oh, the little villain is shy now.”

“Alright, let’s drop it, please…”

The silver-haired young man led his companion to the entrance of the dead zone.

As they stepped forward, they felt a great resistance, as if obstructed by an invisible wall of air.

The boy’s voice came from deep inside, marked by the unique stubbornness and rawness of adolescence.

“No.”

“How old are you.” Gongsun Ce sighed.

“Enough is enough.

It’s not the time to sulk in an alley as though the whole world owes you eight hundred million.

That won’t make things better.”

From deep within the dead zone, the child whispered lowly, “She can’t.”

“She can.

She pulled you out of there on the ship.”

The child fell silent, but the resistance of telekinesis still remained.

It was like moving through a force eight gale, where they were occasionally forced back a few steps.

Gongsun Ce’s patience wore thin after five minutes, and he roared, “Stop being temperamental!”

The surroundings suddenly shifted.

They moved from the entrance of the dead zone to an extremely deep, long dark alley.

The sides of the alley, like hotel corridors, were lined with numerous doors of various colors.

Intersecting wires divided the narrow sky above into irregular grids.

It looked like a storm was coming; the deep gray sky and the oppressive low pressure were suffocating.

The damp weather caused large drops of water to condense on the walls, the liquid dripping down as if the city was crying.

They looked back and couldn’t see the entrance to the alley, only a dense black behind them.

Gongsun Ce blankly said, “It’s not like this inside the dead zone…

and it’s the end of the year, the weather shouldn’t be this humid.”

“This is your dream, your soul.

It’s the manifestation of your mood and emotions back then.” Shiyu Ling was used to it.

“Don’t mix dreams with reality too rigidly, let’s go.”

The two moved forward without any resistance.

Finally, they reached the end of the alley, where a child in black clothes sat against the wall with his hands on his knees.

He looked like he had grown since they first arrived, his eyes no longer showing sadness or helplessness, only a dull murkiness devoid of emotion.

“So…

why here?

I have a house of my own in the dead zone…”

Shiyu Ling remembered the city of the sky during the rain and the child crying in that alley.

“Up to this moment, all your experiences have just led you deeper into that alley.” She said softly.

“You have never truly left that alley.”

Gongsun Ce chuckled to lighten the mood, “You make me sound so fragile, everyday is a bad day…”

He struggled to curl up the corners of his mouth, but could not manage a smile.

They exchanged glances with the silent child and took a step forward.

That’s when a strange sensation arose, doors on both sides of the alley opened and closed, as if countless invisible people were moving back and forth, while they, beings with physical forms, couldn’t touch anything—as if they had become real ghosts!

Gongsun Ce remembered the last point of the dream, a helplessly transitional experience, when he heard his companion say, “It’s started.”

Numerous doors slammed shut, and the ghosts returned behind them.

Then, a red door opened, and a blonde girl in a school uniform and long skirt walked out.

Kardesia walked with a backpack slung over one shoulder, moving toward the silent youth like a little rebellious girl.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!

Do you really plan to stay in this place for the rest of your life?

The school has been rebuilt—we can go back to living normally now.”

Gongsun Ce, a young boy, spoke slowly as if it had been a long time since he had interacted with anyone.

“School?

Us?

Hurting innocent classmates?”

“We are already in control—”

“I heard you demolished a school building last week.

I could try harder and surpass your record, destroy the playground or tear down the entire campus, maybe even kill a few foolish souls along the way.”

Enraged, Kardesia trembled all over and stamped her foot, hurling a dozen fireballs at the former prison mate.

“Just rot here until you die!”

The flames were blocked by a telekinetic barrier.

The Red Lion stormed back to the door, slamming it shut with a loud bang.

“Your words are really charming.”

“I…sigh.”

They ceased talking and just watched in silence.

After a while, a door with a wing-pattern opened, and a young man wearing a skull mask entered the alley.

He spoke coldly, “Long time no see, demon.”

“John Garcia.

I heard you disfigured your face.”

“I am now a skeleton chief.” The skeleton chief merely stood in front of the door, not moving.

“I have founded an organization to fight against what this city and my experiences have done to me.

I plan to take my revenge on everything.”

“You’re making this city worse.” The child deep in the alley spoke with disgust, “You and Aorus are birds of a feather; I won’t join you in the dirt.”

“Then the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies.”

The skeleton chief seemed to have anticipated this; he closed the door briskly, without a hint of sentimentality.

“I’m not surprised the skeleton chief has come to this.

What surprises me more is that he came to invite you.”

“You know we are now in Wing of Death’s territory, Lethal Wing.”

The next door that opened had a smiley face painted on it.

The new visitor was someone Shiyu Ling had never seen before.

He appeared to be a few years older than Gongsun Ce, with a handsome face.

His black hair was cut short, and he wore a black school uniform with a longsword strapped to his waist.

“Hey, demon!” the black-haired youth whistled.

“Your new nickname is pretty cool.”

“Chi Zijing…

you dyed your hair.”

“Flashy hair isn’t a good look.” He stepped out from the doorway, extending his hand.

“I have a few friends planning to set up a small platform to provide a channel for mutual aid.

They said the organization needed a figurehead so they roped me in to be the billboard, so I thought I might as well invite you to try it out—if there’s more fighter power, I can slack off more.”

“My joining would terrify everyone.”

“People aren’t as timorous now.”

“No thanks,” the youth in the alley replied, cold as ice.

“Given the situation, I see no meaning in this action.”

Chi Zijing tried to persuade him a few more times without success.

He shrugged, saying, “At least we’re not enemies?”

“No.”

“Ha…

well, follow your heart then.

I’ll come find you for tea someday if you ever want to come out.”

Chi Zijing then left, and no more doors opened afterward.

They stood beside the boy, like two ghosts ignored by everyone.

“You refuse to be a perpetrator or a ruler, you reject doing something different; you refuse every hand that reaches out, merely curling up in the depths of darkness; you think your presence harms others, so you choose not to leave the prison you built for yourself—you don’t harm others, but you don’t do anything either, just living alone in self-loathing,” Shiyu Ling commented.

“Your comment warms my heart.”

Shiyu Ling gently poked his hand with her fingernail.

“Of course, big sis has seen you through so many bad days.”

Lightning streaked across the distant horizon, thunder sounded, and torrential rain fell through their transparent bodies, soaking the child’s black hair.

Every day was terrible.

There was no hope of improvement.

Thus, he used a cage to separate himself from others, escaping the outside world in darkness, numbing himself.

Gongsun Ce remained silent.

A fire of nameless origin rose in Shiyu Ling’s heart; she wanted to grab the annoying kid by his collar, pull him out of this dreary alley.

Just as she was about to act, she heard footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap.

Regular footsteps came from behind them, yet no doors opened.

She turned around and saw a figure emerging from the shadow that blocked the entrance.

The visitor from beyond the alley was an enigmatic figure, shrouded entirely in shadow, his features indiscernible.

But Shiyu Ling knew who it was.

She had seen this superpower user in her intertwining dreams.