Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 451 - 451 1 Sudden Serious Illness

451: Chapter 1 Sudden Serious Illness 451: Chapter 1 Sudden Serious Illness “Vireta Polytechnic University’s third laboratory experienced a biochemical escape incident.

Repeat, Vireta Polytechnic University’s third laboratory experienced—”

Boom!

An ear-splitting roar interrupted the campus alarms echoing throughout, and judging by the scale of the smoke and dust on the streets, a small building must have collapsed.

The grade two, class B students of Cangshou Middle School calmly packed up their things and, with a remarkably composed attitude, waited alongside their teacher for further notice, not even a token scream could be heard.

“…we expect containment to be completed within three minutes.

During this period, there will be minor tremors and noise.

Please maintain regular class order,” the intermittent broadcast announced.

Thus, the students once again took out their personal terminals, and the young teacher up on the lectern nonchalantly continued, “Let’s turn to page 25 of the PPT and continue…” Everything appeared orderly—no student rose to run about, showcasing the professional composure of the school’s faculty and students, and a calmness far beyond that of ordinary people.

Daydreaming, Milais looked out the window to his right, speculating how this accident might conclude.

“Sss!” He gasped as his leg got jabbed hard.

Rubbing his thigh, Milais whispered, “What’s up, Shiyu Shiqi?”

His new desk mate since last month—a quirky girl from Zero Island—was glaring at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Look to the left,” Shiyu Shiqi whispered.

Milais glanced left to see a chameleon, roughly twenty meters tall, nestled on the playground, its tongue out in a lash, swallowing three basketball hoops in one gulp.

“The lab coats must’ve modified its optical camouflage capability,” Milais murmured, “otherwise there’s no reason it could bypass the detection devices to get in.”

“Is now really the time for explanations?!”

The biochemical chameleon seemed to notice the little figures inside the cubic box—the classroom—approaching with each lurching crawl.

Its slender tongue shot out from its mouth as though it could penetrate the reinforced glass and impale the people behind it.

Shiyu Shiqi, without a word, pulled out two handguns: “Only an idiot would continue class, Shiqi is getting out of here!”

Before she finished speaking, the chameleon’s pink tongue spontaneously ignited.

Like an underground volcano erupting on the playground, blinding flames shot up like pillars, instantly turning the twenty-meter creature to ash.

Half a second later, only a carbonized skeleton remained on the playground, the foul smell of charring drifting into the classroom.

Milais thought to himself that Miss Kardesia, passing by, must have handled it.

Usually, Mr.

Gongsun was in charge of these things, but he may have been busy today.

He turned his gaze away from the window to find the entire class and the teacher focused on his desk mate, who was standing up with the guns in hand.

“Teacher,” Shiyu Shiqi calmly explained as she put away her guns, “Milais said big trouble was coming and told me to run first.”

Milais nearly tumbled off his stool.

“Teacher, I didn’t!”

“Milais and Shiyu Shiqi, come to the teacher’s office after class.”

Class B’s math lesson resumed amid laughter.

The city of Cangqiong remained serene as ever.

·

On the 66th floor of the Cangshou District Integrated Office Building, the command center switched to daily mode in the absence of dragon-slaying activities.

A 3D projection of the entire city of Cangqiong hovered in the main hall, with red dots occasionally lighting up across different areas, marking incidents occurring in the present tense.

The red dot in the central area had extinguished a second earlier, thanks to a superpower user who happened to pass by and took care of the raging biochemical animal.

Li Jun was unfazed by this.

The minor troubles within Cangqiong could typically be handled by the school authorities themselves; they were tasked with bigger issues or deeper matters.

Li Jun checked the data once more then beckoned and asked, “How have the Shiyus been this week?”

His colleague, with thick glasses as if bottle-bottomed, quickly stepped forward to answer, “Overall, quite cooperative, no bloodshed conflicts triggered.

We’ve arranged special psychological counselors for a few with extreme personalities, hoping to get them to voluntarily agree to the research—it’s going to take some time.”

“There’s no rush on that; research is secondary, stability is primary,” Li Jun focused as he noticed several red dots on the projection extinguished one by one within a few seconds.

“Special agents again?”

“Yes, they’ve been quite active lately,” said the thick-glasses colleague, probing, “Are we getting involved?”

As per the rules, such minor issues should not require the intervention of the Impermanence Law Enforcers.

Li Jun calculated the time and chuckled, “We’re about to hand over, let’s not discuss it further.”

Thick Glasses got the hint and stepped back.

After issuing a few instructions, Li Jun left the command center alone and knocked on his superior’s office.

“Come in!” Director Liu’s voice sounded especially cheerful.

Li Jun entered and saw his boss seated by the window, comfortably enjoying a pot of tea and a book.

“Director, the handover work has gone smoothly these past few days, but everyone feels that the special agents are acting a bit hastily.”

“Haste is normal.

The person coming over from the Union is much more aggressive than me—they have to prepare early, don’t they?” Liu Zhongwu said smilingly, “Just wait and see, he is bound to make big moves within a few days of taking office.”

This sounded somewhat strange.

The “Rainbow Winged Lord”, who managed Cangdu three years ago, was not particularly aggressive; he was only interested in scientific research results.

Could it be that the Union was changing people this time?

Li Jun only dared to ponder in his mind; this was not something he was entitled to inquire about.

“So, what will we do at that time…?”

“Cooperate, of course, cooperate fully,” Liu Zhongwu cheerfully sipped his tea, “Remember the handover three years ago, zeal!

We finally got this place sorted out.”

Li Jun smiled at the remark, “It all came together at that time.”

“Indeed, Mr.

Qin was quite agitated.”

Liu Zhongwu reminisced about the past while patiently waiting for news from an old friend.

More important than the trivial matters of Cangqiong was the message he awaited…

A message pertaining to the end of the road.

·

“You go over the whole thing from beginning to end, again,” Yan Qi said with a displeased face, “Repeat every single word those people said to you.”

“Seriously?

Do you have memory issues?” Gongsun Ce glared and protested, “I already told you everything on the night we met in Zero Island, didn’t I?”

Yan Qi sneered, “Cut the crap, spill it!”

Rolling his eyes, Gongsun Ce begrudgingly recounted everything related to the kings at the end of the road.

He started with describing Mr.

Lan’s behavior and speech, then moved on to talk about the encounter with the King of Destiny after the fight with the Void Light Dragon, and ended with the voice in the Final Sword and some of his own speculations.

“…There are three things I’m very concerned about.

One is the voice in the Final Sword calling the Red Mage ‘Constant Law Enforcer,’ another is them calling me a seed of the Silent King, and the last is Mr.

Lan’s power becoming noticeably stronger in the end,” Gongsun Ce said, “As for their relation to the Monarch Dragon, I don’t dare to speculate wildly, but there’s definitely a connection.”

Thinking back to the term “Dragon Species,” he genuinely felt that the kings at the end of the road and the Monarch Dragons might very well be one and the same.

Yan Qi didn’t look at him again; instead, he turned to look at Shiyu Lianyi on the sofa, who, with headphones on, was intently monitoring the parameters on some strange equipment.

“Everything is normal so far,” Shiyu Lianyi reported.

Yan Qi nodded, “Keep going, Gongsun kid.”

“What, what else to say…” Gongsun Ce clenched his lips tightly, “There’s nothing left to say…”

“And then there was the man in gray you met before you and Shiyu Ling dreamt,” Yan Qi said impatiently, “Don’t dawdle, snap to it!

Just tell the part about him!”

“…”

Gongsun Ce fell oddly quiet, the usually chatty superpower user now unwilling to utter even a word of retort.

It was only after a good while that the superpower user shivered and said, “Can we turn on the heater first?

I feel a tad cold in the room…”

Yan Qi chuckled in frustration, “Look at the state you’re in right now!”

Inside the dark villa in Cangshou District, all the curtains were drawn shut, and not a single light was on; it was daytime yet the place felt as haunting as a ghost house.

Yan Qi sat in an armchair in the living room, Shiyu Lianyi was on the couch, but in this dim setting, a quick scan didn’t reveal where Gongsun Ce might be.

One had to concentrate and adjust to the darkness before noticing a lumpy, dark thing in the corner of the living room…

It was a thick quilt.

The quilt stood erect like an igloo with only two gleaming spots visible at the “entrance,” which were the lenses of Gongsun Ce’s glasses.

The superpower user within the quilt trembled, shouting with all his might, “No!

Don’t be so loud!”

The middle-aged painter completely gave up on continuing the conversation with this fool and gestured to Shiyu Lianyi to take over.

Mr.

Shiyu adjusted his tone, nearly coddling as he spoke, “Gongsun, just say a few words, alright?

You can be free once you’re done, I promise.”

“Oh, oh,” Gongsun Ce agreed nervously.

“He… It… spoke to me at the end of the road, leading me into Shiyu Ling’s dream… It felt like entering from the opposite end of another path… It said I must make the Spirit Light divine within a year or else… it would be bad…”

Gongsun Ce’s tone was erratic, like the delirious mumbling of a madman in his sleep.

“Just like the other kings… devoid of human malice… It… had a sharp voice… was highly responsive… neurotic… didn’t want to hear me speak… couldn’t approach as a human… as a droplet, imagine being a drop of water… It, I, I remember Its appearance…”

Gongsun Ce’s speech stopped abruptly.

After several swallowing sounds, he finally spoke again with heavy breaths as if coming from bellows.

“It was tall, but with a small head, wearing a gray and white robe, donning a tall gray crown… Long hair, with only one eye visible… Its skin was a ghastly white… as if bloodless… that robe was like mist…”

“Yes, mist… I, I thought It looked familiar right then… I remember… I figured it out…!

The aura beside It… Its appearance…”

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

The heartbeat quickened, deep and drum-like.

Gongsun Ce’s eyes bulged, pupils shrinking like needles.

“… identical to the Netherworld Dragon!!”

Memories flooded in like a tide, bringing with them an ingrained fear and unforgettable anguish and sorrow.

He covered his ears, screaming hysterically, “Aaaaaah!”

Smack!

Yan Qi quickly leaped from his chair and, without another word, slapped Gongsun Ce across the face.

Gongsun Ce stared blankly, holding his left cheek, and furiously threw the quilt at his master.

“How dare you hit me?!

Even my dad has never hit me!”

Yan Qi grabbed the quilt and slapped it onto the face of his disciple.

“Do you remember what you were saying?”

Gongsun Ce pressed the quilt against him, trying to recall his recent statements.

“… Huh?”

Yan Qi yanked open the curtains, letting the warm sunlight pour in and disperse the gloomy atmosphere.

Gongsun Ce let out a scream, shielding his eyes like a person who had not seen the light in ages.

Before the painter could even ask, Shiyu Lianyi promptly answered, “Starting with the last question answered, all indicators showed abnormalities; fluctuations peaked when describing the unknown individual’s appearance.”

Regaining his senses, Gongsun Ce shivered, “What the heck happened to me just now?”

Yan Qi’s demeanor was like a judge delivering a verdict, that bizarre talking voice striking Gongsun Ce’s heart like a hammer.

“— You’ve gone malignant, idiot!”