Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 460 - 460 5 New Hatreds and Old Grudges_2

460: Chapter 5 New Hatreds and Old Grudges_2 460: Chapter 5 New Hatreds and Old Grudges_2 She leaned on the railing, greeting the uninvited guest.

“Ayane.”

“Fair-weather doll, fair-weather doll, let’s hope tomorrow brings good weather♪

If not, I’ll chop off your head♪”

The girl in the red skirt finished her rhyme and lifted her head, eagerly waving at the doctor.

“I haven’t visited you in a long time, Little Manaka~!”

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“I always have the doctor prescribe my medicine.” Gongsun Ce said, “You know the style of the folks in white coats; they don’t mind slipping something extra into your cold medicine.”

“The doctor is also in a white coat.” Shiyu Lianyi reminded him.

“But before that, she was a Superpower User like me, one of the very first.” Gongsun Ce shrugged.

“She doesn’t get involved in anything, cooperated with the officials early on, and just gives treatments to earn enough money.

No one wants to provoke her, and no one wants to meddle with her.

Who knows whether one day you might not heavily pay for her help?

So, the doctor always has it good.”

That was the apparent reason.

Whenever it came to those associated with the white coats, they were never trustworthy.

He didn’t truly trust the “doctor’s” abilities but rather Little Manaka, the Superpower User he’d known since childhood… but there was no need to elaborate on that with Mr.

Shiyu.

“Kardesia is pretty close to her…” Shiyu Lianyi pondered.

“Of course, they’ve been in the same school since childhood.”

The duo headed back to the Thorn District, and Shiyu Lianyi insisted on spending the night together, leaving Gongsun Ce, touched by the gesture, unable to refuse.

He led his best friend towards his home, increasingly feeling the strangeness of it all.

Why couldn’t he sleep tonight?

Was Yan Qi afraid that he’d encounter something if he fell asleep?

What else could he encounter?

He had never practiced the Spiritual Image path, the Silent King had yet to show himself, really only Mr.

Lan, that jokester, might come to chat with him… he meant no harm… besides, why would such prominent figures need him?

The Final Sword.

He murmured to himself.

Having him meant having control over the Final Sword.

So that’s why everyone treated him so well.

If they didn’t handle this fellow carefully, the thing in his heart would explode and wipe everyone out.

Wasn’t that why Yan Qi worried so much about him?

He’d even had Shiyu Lianyi follow him specifically to take decisive actions at critical moments… to prevent him from going berserk… to keep the sword here…

“!”

Gongsun Ce clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, the pain helping him regain his senses.

He stood still, sweating coldly.

What nonsensical things was he thinking?

Had his malignancy made him lose his conscience?

Here it came again, the unwarranted suspicions, suspicions that inexplicably grew into uncontrollable anxiety and fear.

Continuing this way, he would eventually break down, descending into madness before turning into a monster.

“Gongsun?” Mr.

Shiyu’s voice came from behind him, filled with concern.

“I…” His voice was hoarse.

“Let me be alone for a bit.

I’ll take a walk in the park, just five minutes, and I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for Shiyu Lianyi to respond, he turned and ran toward the park across the street.

Powered by telekinesis, he was as fast as the wind, running desperately as if that could help him escape the intangible, colorless fears.

Thud thud thud, thud thud thud.

His footsteps sounded especially heavy.

He entered the park through a side gate.

The green plants looked gray in the dark night.

He stepped on several ants.

Green caterpillars crawled on the leaves.

Would this caterpillar turn into a butterfly in summer?

Wasn’t it scared?

It was about to leave this familiar environment, flying into the sky with fragile wings… What a strange and terrifying thing that must be…

“Huff…

hah…

hah!”

Gongsun Ce stopped, leaning on his knees, gasping loudly.

He had run to the center of the park, standing next to the pale thorns, the same entrance to the underground he and Shiyu Ling had visited together.

Better now.

He told himself.

Sweating helps, being alone helps.

He needed to be alone…

needed peace…

“— Clang clang Yi, clang clang Yi, boom bang boom bang!”

A series of piercing musical sounds pricked Gongsun Ce’s eardrums like needles, causing the emotionally fragile young man to jump on the spot.

He instinctively shouted in protest, but his voice was immediately drowned out by even louder sounds.

“…

The touch of gravity pulls down the soul, bodies burn and fly up with grease!

Behold the stars and the earth, the traces of a Created World!

Silent Universe—”

The piercing noise came from a gaunt, long-haired man.

Wearing punk-style spiked leather clothes, he held a graffiti-covered bony guitar.

His face was painted with pale foundation, and with black paint, three converging spikes were drawn, resembling the common “Ba pattern” on taiko drums.

This man, just standing there like a piece of performance art, was playing the final notes with nearly snapping strings, dragging out sharp high notes as he sang the last lyrics.

“We are in the universe!”

“The lyrics changed, huh!

The original was in Zero Island Language, right!” Gongsun Ce yelled, “And do you know what time it is?!

It’s five past nine, and you’re singing Anti-God Dao·Heavy Metal in a residential area; believe it or not, the seniors will drown you with their spittle!”

The street singer, holding his guitar, looked at him in shock, his tone filled with disbelief.

“…

You’ve heard this song?”

I’ve already heard this tune so much on Zero Island that I’ve grown calluses on my ears.