Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 385 - 385 80 The Final Bet

385: Chapter 80: The Final Bet 385: Chapter 80: The Final Bet “I’ve never told you that you are my clone?” Shiyu Genmi said.

Shiyu Zhongyi bowed his head in thought.

“No.” He spoke calmly, “But I conducted my own investigation previously, so I’ve known for a while.”

“Ah~~~” Shiyu Genmi nodded in understanding, “Truly worthy of being my son, truly worthy of being me.”

He cowered and chuckled mischievously, just like a father with a poor taste in jokes talking to his son.

“Then why haven’t you rebelled?”

“…”

A Sword of Justice materialized in Shiyu Zhongyi’s hand.

He pointed the tip of his rapier at his “father’s” neck, subtly adjusting its position as if searching for an angle to deliver a fatal blow without causing pain.

He seemed to find the right position and the Sword of Justice thrust upward like lightning!

The blade didn’t touch Genmi’s skin; it passed close to his hair.

Shiyu Zhongyi lifted the handle of the sword and tapped it lightly, yet firmly, on his father’s head.

Thump.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Shiyu Genmi clutched his head and wailed, “You unfilial son!”

“I have feelings too, Father.” Shiyu Zhongyi said seriously, “It hurts me that you still doubt me at this point.”

“Do you really take me for your dad?”

“You gave me the best education, the best living environment, and even put me in charge of your business.

You told me stories, took me to watch TV, listen to songs, and even to amusement parks, allowing me to interact with my brothers and sisters…

You made my life very happy, so you are my father.”

Shiyu Genmi rolled his eyes: “Hey, is that enough?

What about blood relations?”

“Father isn’t just about blood relations,” Shiyu Zhongyi said.

“True indeed…” Shiyu Genmi yawned, “Blood connections mean nothing.”

His eyes were blank and empty, resembling those of a dying man.

His body was rapidly melting and regenerating in various places, under the power of the Curse Scale, enduring a constant struggle between healing and deadly curses, suffering incessantly…

Fortunately, he had grown accustomed to this feeling.

Shiyu Genmi weakly raised his hand and slapped the Hidden Law Master beside him.

“Red Mage has been stopped by the Gun of Punishment, you can leave now.”

His hand slapped the Hidden Law Master’s face, again and again.

Slap, slap, slap.

The force growing stronger, the sound almost as loud as a slap.

Anyone would have been annoyed by this, even close friends wouldn’t tolerate such mockery.

However, the black-clad Creator Realm Mage made no move, standing quietly enduring the humiliation, mechanically responding, “My mission is…”

“Have some shame, old man,” Shiyu Genmi sneered, “You are a Creator Realm Mage after all, and yet you willingly became an emotionless puppet?

I am embarrassed for you.”

“Genmi…” The Hidden Law Master’s expressionless face betrayed no emotion.

Shiyu Zhongyi carefully observed his father’s expression, sensing that besides scorn, there seemed to be other emotions in Genmi’s eyes—like a fierce fire, not of hatred…

but of rage.

But just as he made this connection, the emotion in Shiyu Genmi’s eyes suddenly vanished.

His face once again wore a half-smiling expression as he spoke in a friendly tone akin to close friends.

“Your task is completed, leave now.”

The Hidden Law Master spoke no more.

He stood up, walked out of the shrine, and disappeared into the forest on the mountain.

Shiyu Genmi sighed, seemingly relieved.

“Father,” Shiyu Zhongyi hesitated.

But eventually, unable to keep his words to himself, he asked sincerely, “Are they your friends?”

“If you think so, then they are,” Shiyu Genmi smiled.

He tousled Zhongyi’s hair, reverting to his usual ruthless demeanor.

“They have entered the network.

Stop Gongsun Ce from drawing his sword at all costs.

Don’t let Shiyu Lianyi curse me.

No need to specifically target Shiyu Ling; she’s useless.”

“Understood.”

“The timing of the authority transfer is up to you.”

“Understood.

Please take care.”

Shiyu Zhongyi activated the Void Phase Skill, handing over the integrated terminal, akin to a remote control, to Shiyu Genmi.

The butler-like young man once again gripped the Sword of Justice, stepping out of the shrine, and launched a radiant strike towards the approaching crimson spaceship!

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“Abandon ship and behead him!

Kill him at once!”

Gongsun Ce took the lead, leaping from the damaged spaceship with two teammates, rushing toward the nearby shrine.

At the end of the long mountain trail was a charred torii gate, behind which lay a dusty ground, broken bricks, and the charred remains of the main shrine that had burned in the fire.

The sword light that had destroyed the spaceship emanated from the entrance of the shrine where Shiyu Zhongyi stood, holding his sword with one hand, ready for the imminent arrival of the group.

“Lianyi, curse Shiyu Genmi!”

“I’ve tried, but I always end up connecting with Shiyu Zhongyi,” Shiyu Lianyi said seriously, “The connection has been diverted; this is the power of the Spirit Temple!”

Gongsun Ce used telekinesis to pull the two downwards, firmly blocking the Sword of Justice’s shots with force, and striving to close the distance with Shiyu Zhongyi.

The three descended amidst a shower of radiant light, closing the distance to about a hundred meters from Zhongyi.

This time, the butler-dressed young man stood on an Array designed in the imperial style, from which threads of light emanated below his feet, forming a pattern resembling a Compass.

Inside the Compass, the trigrams and heavenly stems rotated clockwise, while the outer layer lacked the earthly branches and solar terms it should have, extending dense threads like a spider web across the entire shrine.

Gongsun Ce had a vague recollection of this device, having encountered related miscellaneous studies before.