Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 465 - 465 7 Dreams of the Past

465: Chapter 7: Dreams of the Past 465: Chapter 7: Dreams of the Past “I strongly suggest that both of you head back to your own homes to rest,” Gongsun Ce earnestly said.

“Seeing you two like this makes me very uncomfortable.”

It was nine o’clock in the evening, inside Gongsun Ce’s house, where a gray-haired young man was sitting properly on the sofa, watched over by his two best friends who had brought stools solely for this purpose.

Their serious gazes made Gongsun Ce especially nervous as he continued to try to persuade them, “This really isn’t anything special…”

“Ah Ce, just sit there and keep quiet.”

“Okay, fine.”

Gongsun Ce shut his mouth and caved to the oppressive looks from his neighbor.

Shiyu Lianyi was the first to ask for details about what had just happened.

“Qin Qianbai, who were the two people Gongsun was fighting?”

“Mr.

Shiyu, you remember the disturbance at the end of February, right?”

The young man in the suit nodded silently.

That battle with Wing of Death was the most thrilling moment of his life.

Kardesia had nearly fallen to the corpse’s superpowers—just thinking about it made his heart clench, as if it were being gripped by a hand.

“The Wing of Death, led by the ‘Corpse,’ was the strongest superpower organization in the city of the sky until three years ago,” Qin Qianbai said, looking out the window as if remembering the past.

“The reason is simple.

Other organizations had at most one high-risk superpower user, while Wing of Death had two: their leader ‘The Corpse,’ John Garcia, and his deputy ‘The Raider,’ Budman Avis.”

“No wonder the influence of Wing of Death spans two wings,” Shiyu Lianyi immediately realized.

In battles between superpower users and Impermanence Law Enforcers, the strategic importance of top-level fighters far outweighs that of the ordinary participants.

Superpower users like Gongsun Ce and Kardesia could effortlessly take on a thousand foes; even common Manifestation Mages could hardly match them.

Thus, superpower organizations are inevitably centered around “the strongest fighting force.” Whichever side had more high-end fighters was stronger overall—a simple rule understood by anyone in the city’s power combat environment.

“Budman Avis is a despicable man.

Three years ago, he betrayed The Corpse and, with Aorus, initialized a series of disturbances…

That’s why Ah Ce and I both detest them.”

Shiyu Lianyi thought for a moment and then understood.

“That time, right.

When I first came to the Sky City, I saw the first grand chapter in the Demon’s Bizarre Tales, where the Demon fought alone against three major organizations…”

Just then, Gongsun Ce, who had been quiet, finally couldn’t hold back: “What the hell is Demon’s Bizarre Tales?!”

“It’s the second season of a long serialized post on the forums,” Shiyu Lianyi explained.

“The first season was called ‘Legends of Sky Heroes.'”

“Absurd!” Gongsun Ce exclaimed, slapping his thigh.

“Why didn’t they ask me to write ‘Legends of Sky Heroes’?”

Is that really where he’s fixing his attention?

Thud.

The young man who spoke out of turn was gently yet firmly knocked on the head by his neighbor.

Gongsun Ce flopped onto the sofa, clutching his forehead and sighing.

“Just seeing those two makes me feel awful.

Aorus and Budman are definitely plotting something again, including that weird guy who might be from the Mind System…

I have a bad feeling about this!”

Shiyu Lianyi sharply caught the words his friend used.

He frowned and asked, “Gongsun, do you think that person is a superpower user?”

“He probably is…”

All Gongsun Ce could remember was the cryptic warning the man left behind; however, the feeling he had upon meeting him was unmistakably real.

If he couldn’t recognize that, his ten years of combat experience were a waste.

Gongsun Ce pushed up his glasses and confidently asserted, “No mistake, that man is definitely a superpower user.”

“I understand, Gongsun.

Let’s not think about this for now.

The priority is to ensure you are in normal condition,” Shiyu Lianyi firmly said.

“Until you’re back to normal, let us take care of the trivial matters.”

Gongsun Ce widened his eyes and quickly turned to say, “Don’t misunderstand, Miss!

Even though Mr.

Shiyu may sound exaggerated, this really isn’t—”

“You see, that look of desperation,” Qin Qianbai observed, staring into his eyes.

“Can’t even handle one pathetic trick from Budman and still trying to say ‘I’m fine’?”

Gongsun Ce guiltily said, “I really am fine, just a bit tired…”

“We’ll push through tonight,” Shiyu Lianyi’s smile appeared almost devilish at that moment.

“Gongsun, got any good ideas?”

Gongsun Ce rolled his eyes and suggested, “We can play mature galgames on the TV in the living room!”

“Good idea, please go ahead, Qin Qianbai.”

“Ah Ce’s laptop is here…

ah, it’s got a new password.” Qin Qianbai looked at his neighbor’s coat pocket.

“Qiluo, go.”

“Coming~” Gongsun Ce’s phone chirped cheerfully.

“I’ll go call Kardesia over too~”

“No, you three!!” Gongsun Ce screamed, “I was wrong!

Let’s watch a sitcom, can we watch a sitcom?”

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“♪~”

Steam blurred the mirror, faintly reflecting the shadows of two figures, one large and one small.

Water droplets fell on the woman’s smooth back, the warmth tinting her skin a seductive red.

A small hand turned off the showerhead, lathered shampoo into foam, and applied it to the woman’s gray-blue hair.

Ayane hummed a tune while rubbing bubbles into her friend’s hair.

“Little Manaka, girls look prettier with long hair~”

“Short hair is convenient,” the doctor said.

“And suits me better.”

For Ayane, with her elementary school-sized frame, washing the hair of her twenty-two-year-old friend was challenging.

Even with the doctor seated on a stool, she had to tiptoe to reach her head.