Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 450 - 450 11 There is No Road in Front of the Mountain Part 2_2

450: Chapter 11 There is No Road in Front of the Mountain (Part 2)_2 450: Chapter 11 There is No Road in Front of the Mountain (Part 2)_2 So that’s it, I completely understand now.

Chuyun squeezed into the seat ahead and patted her junior’s shoulder.

The expression on Gongsun Ce’s face as he turned around could almost be described as tear-filled.

“Senior sister…!”

“Don’t say anything, I’ll take over for one round.

Little Ce, go buy me some candy~”

Gongsun Ce dashed off like a rabbit, and Chuyun took his place, adjusting the joystick slightly.

(It’s pretty similar to the old machine back home…) Thinking such thoughts, she smiled at the female university student to her right.

“Sorry, am I disturbing you?”

“Not at all,” Qin Qianbai shook her head, “I just wanted to vent a little.”

“That’s good.”

Chuyun casually drew a Spiritual Correspondence Rune and placed the talisman in her pocket, so there was no need to worry about others overhearing their conversation.

She switched on the random character selection mode, and the computer automatically chose a high school girl dressed as a youthful female character and a summoner boy wearing a hat.

Tap tap tap—the light keystroke sounds resonated as the high school girl, after charging up for long, delivered a one-hit knockout punch with suspicious special effects.

“I used to play this often after school~” Chuyun whistled, “So, it’s really because of that elder, huh?”

“Is that how Miss Chuyun sees it?”

Miss Chuyun.

There’s a deliberate sense of distance…even being cautious around a high school student like me.

“How should I put it, I feel like you have a competitive spirit towards him…” Chuyun swung the joystick around, “but I don’t sense any malice, from either side.

That competitive spirit isn’t so strong that you feel ‘I must beat him.'”

“Quite perceptive.”

“Of course, my ‘skill’ is built on that kind of psychology.”

The desire to win stems to the motivation to become stronger, which is the basis of the True Word Talisman.

To be effective whenever, to influence situations any time—that’s the desire for “strength.” It’s different from the desire to definitely beat someone, to definitely accomplish something.

The latter is sharper, more direct, treating “getting stronger” as a means rather than an end, which could be deemed as getting stronger for others.

From the performance during the battle, Chuyun thinks that this doll-like miss, like herself, belongs to the former who sees “strength” as an end, wanting to grow stronger for her own sake.

It’s odd to think of her solely focusing on comparing herself with the Ming Guest at the pinnacle.

However, it’s probably not wise to ask more.

She wasn’t very close to Qin Qianbai, so personal matters like that would be better left to her junior to handle.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

Another game ended, and the character controlled by Qin Qianbai died outright.

The Qin family’s daughter let go of the joystick and suddenly asked,

“Miss Chuyun, what do you think about taking over the shrine?”

“I’m quite okay with it,” Chuyun replied easily, “Some people like big places, so there will be those who like smaller ones.

Some prefer lively lives, others love quiet days.

I’m the down-to-earth type who prefers the latter.”

Qin Qianbai turned to look at her.

“Is that entirely of your own volition?”

How could it be?

Elders’ opinions, grandmother’s expectations, various factors have an influence, definitely.

Chuyun slipped her hand into her pocket and countered, “Miss Qin, do you still remember my romantic expectations?”

“A kind-hearted man who is content to remain in his corner.”

“Right, right, after Miss Orianna’s girlish enthusiasm deeply shook me, I went back and pondered again, wondering what my ideal type really is…” The little witch said shyly, “But after thinking it over, I realized that such overly idealized types seemed to leave the ground beneath my feet empty.

It was then I realized I wasn’t just talking about professional needs, but also my own considerations.”

“I see.”

“But, off the topic~” Chuyun grinned mischievously, “Once the elders confirmed my aspirations, they cheekily brought up the topic of an arranged marriage.

I had to respectfully decline that!

I bluntly said ‘if you bring this up again, I’ll abandon inheriting the shrine and go traveling with an older man,’ and they never dared to mention it again.”

“Amazing.”

The young mistress nodded, understanding the foreign witch’s perspective.

Being both a personal request and others’ expectations, and because her own direction aligns with the external world, she can maintain such a content and accepting attitude.

However, if the discrepancy between the two is too great, she would decisively choose to protect her own freedom.

Chuyun had achieved a delicate balance between these two aspects, enabling her to smoothly become the shrine’s inheritor.

She understood why Ah Ce called this girl ‘senior sister.’ In some ways, Chuyun Linai seemed more mature than these university students.

She looked at the controller and thought, this kind of playful quarreling really had no actual meaning.

Just like she had told Ah Ce, she was just slacking off at the moment.

The realm of martial arts wouldn’t break through because of winning or losing a game, and a fake defeat couldn’t become the opportunity to see beyond the desire for victory.

One must truly understand the reasons for battle and the ways of survival before a martial artist’s heart could become stronger.

In this regard, Chuyun Linai’s outlook on life was an important reference…

a “senior’s” reference.

“Speaking of which, since Miss Qin isn’t the type to dwell on winning or losing…” the little witch started the next game, “shall I win another round then?”

“No,” Qin Qianbai grasped the controller, “No more slacking.

It’s time to get serious now.”

“Are we getting serious in a love battle too?” Linai asked abruptly.

“Grmph.”

Taking advantage of the moment the lady was distracted, Linai took the opportunity to control her character and execute a combo move.

“Ahaha, looks like I win another round~!”

When Gongsun Ce returned with candies, what he saw were the two fiercely competing at the arcade machine.

The spectacular duel on the screen drew admiring exclamations from the onlookers.

“So strong!

I lost~” Linai let go of the joystick and leaned back into the seat.

“Amazing, senior!” Gongsun Ce handed her a lollipop and whispered in admiration, “How did you do it?”

Linai, with the candy in her mouth, looked up at him, her pretty ponytail hanging on the back of the chair, her bright pupils reflecting the young man’s upside-down face.

“Want to know?”

“Want to know.”

“I won’t tell you.” Linai bit the candy in half, “It’s a secret among girls~”

You sly fox.

·

After the chaotic battle in the arcade, there was a dinner followed by a drinking session and late-night karaoke; even Shiyu Lianyi, who was part of the group, was almost drunk as they staggered through the streets of Weiyuan City.

“Aw was, I’m definitely done…” Qiluo mumbled dizzily.

Linai struggled to drag the half-drunk idol.

“You guys…

drinking in front of a high school student like me…

burp!”

“What does it matter…” Shiyu Ling lazily slung his arm over Gongsun Ce, “I drank too much, carry me back.”

“You get off Ah Ce first.” The girl forcefully grabbed the Hunter’s arm.

“If you’re jealous, go hug him yourself.

I’m not getting down, what about that?”

“Could you please not hit Mr.

Gongsun while you fight?” Gongsun Ce cried out, “They’re drunk!

Mr.

Shiyu, save me!”

“The wind is so strong tonight, Kardesia.” “Exactly, can’t hear a thing~” The lovey-dovey couple at their side frustratingly ignored their friend’s plea for help with annoying tacit agreement.

Amidst the laughter, Linai rubbed her eyes.

“This is bad.” The little witch said, “I really drank too much, I’m even seeing middle-aged men now.”

The hallucination was surprisingly realistic, perfectly capturing that man’s demeanor: his tall stature, carefree attitude, the casually draped black coat, and that annoying smirk at the corner of his mouth.

The drunken illusion walked a few steps forward and tapped her on the head.

“Ow, that hurt!” Linai held her head and cried out in pain, “The hallucination hit me!”

“How much did you drink to become this silly?” Yan Qi smacked his disciple on the head like whacking a mole, “Had enough fun, hmm?”

He loosened his grip and pinched his chin mockingly.

“Vacation’s over, time for all of you to go back to heaven and be locked up!”

The superpower users’ excursion ended abruptly with that shout and amidst the college students’ wails of despair.

(The end of Volume 3, Interlude.)