Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 411 - 411 90 Aftermath

411: Chapter 90: Aftermath 411: Chapter 90: Aftermath Gongsun Ce sat expressionlessly at the start of the road.

He had thought that he should have awakened after being pushed out of the shrine, yet reality was not so kind.

When the silver-haired youth opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the heart’s depths, at the starting point of the seven paths.

He instinctively had a bad guess, and a look in a certain direction immediately confirmed it.

Mr.

Lan sat at a wooden table at the entrance of the Desolate Form, fiercely battling with a wine bottle cork.

With a pop, the cork flew off, and the wine splashed.

This odd fellow pulled out a glass from nowhere and poured himself a full cup.

“To our brave warrior who has slain another evil dragon!”

“Thanks a lot—for nothing!” the Superpower User retorted.

“I don’t even have a cup; am I supposed to drink air?!”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with you,” Mr.

Lan replied as he blew at the bottle mouth, “but you wouldn’t dare accept it.”

“If I were bold enough to drink your wine, I’d have gone mad long ago.”

Despite saying this, Gongsun Ce was somewhat tempted.

After such a fight, he truly needed a celebration.

As if sensing the Superpower User’s thoughts, Mr.

Lan pulled a roasted chicken from the wooden table.

“Can you keep it classy?” Gongsun Ce said helplessly.

“Look at the elegance of the King of Destiny!

And here you are, drinking wine and eating roast chicken!”

Mr.

Lan tore off a chicken leg: “I hate his methods the most.

To talk to him, people must travel a great distance!

Tsk tsk tsk, to be called ‘Lord of God’ by Zero Island for so many years and still respond to it, he’s as self-righteous as the guys from Brahma’s appearance, truly deserves retribution from Shiyu Genmi.”

I think the King of Destiny doesn’t think highly of you either; he clearly snorted with disdain when he mentioned you.

Gongsun Ce sighed.

“Not to mention anything else, what’s the difference between you and gods?

Just the power outbreaks alone have the whole world on edge; I can’t even imagine what it’d been like in your prime.”

Mr.

Lan pondered, holding the chicken leg, and said, “The grand Dao is all worn out.”

“You really are into online novels, huh!”

“Why not?

I have a lot of free time, apart from those who left, I’m the most idle,” Mr.

Lan crunched on the chicken bones, gnawing them like french fries, “And let me tell you, buddy, strong as it is, power has nothing to do with being a so-called god.”

“To us mere mortals, it’s much the same.”

“Which god asks a human female to help comb his hair?

Which god shivers in a dark room?

Which god gnaws on a chicken leg in front of college students?”

Mr.

Lan countered, “Most importantly, have you ever seen any disgraceful god watching his own power go berserk?”

Gongsun Ce didn’t know what to say to that.

He recalled the mannerisms of these people, from the autistic-like grey-clothed person, the young man controlling fate, to this overly free Mr.

Lan—they all seemed far removed from the so-called “omniscient, omnipotent” godliness.

They appeared more like manifestations of intense emotions or ideals…

Like mortals with immense strength.

“There never were any gods in this world, buddy!

Even the steward of celestial circles makes mistakes,” Mr.

Lan lightly quipped, swaying his head like a punk listening to Anti-God Dao music in the streets.

“I must admit you make some sense,” Gongsun Ce pushed his glasses up.

“So you’re the same, right?”

“Who knows?” Mr.

Lan smiled with the face he had three years ago.

“If you’re interested, you’re welcome to join me for an all-night discussion…”

“Allow me to decline!”

“Then there’s nothing I can do,” Mr.

Lan threw the chicken bone away and jumped off the wooden table with the wine bottle in hand.

The Superpower User became tense for a moment, noticing that Mr.

Lan’s feet crossed the path entrance at that moment!

“Your power has grown stronger,” Gongsun Ce speculated, “No, the range you can influence has widened.”

“You folks have slain three dragons already, buddy.

Some changes in the world are to be expected, otherwise how would we honor your struggles?”

Mr.

Lan stepped in front of him, his eyes burning with faint blue flames like the devil’s gaze rising from the abyss, yet they also resembled the intimate look of a dear friend.

“What changes?” Gongsun Ce countered, “You’re becoming stronger and then you bring another Monarch Dragon back to smash everything to ruins?”

“You see, you’re talking to me with biased perspectives again,” Mr.

Lan sighed.

“Be honest with yourself, Gongsun Ce!

Think about everything you’ve been through up to now.

Shiyu Genmi, Red Mage, and those others you’ve defeated in the past, each could turn a country upside down with their own power alone…”

“Compared to those paranoid, extreme, and evil individuals, do you truly find the so-called Monarch Dragon more terrifying?”

Gongsun Ce found it hard to object.

Compared to the mindless giant dragon, the human heart had indeed become a more terrifying entity.

This wasn’t exaggeration but a reality.

Shiyu Genmi alone almost caused the destruction of Zero Island, and it was the same with the Country…

Who could say such events wouldn’t occur again?

Yet he still remembered the calm expression of the King of Destiny when he spoke of annihilating Zero Island, remembered the evil spellcasters who went mad talking to Mr.

Lan.

Hence, Gongsun Ce responded in this way.

“And you are one of the most extreme people in the world.”

“That’s debatable!”

The blue figure merely smiled, conjuring a blue, empty glass and tossing it to the silver-haired youth.

“Once again, to your unending victories, to your ambitious drive, to your dragon-slaying endeavors flourishing like wildfire.”

Mr.

Lan clinked his own glass against the empty one and downed the drink in one gulp: “God bless the brave, ever victorious, bathed in glory!”