Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 90 - 90 10 Reaching Out to the Fading Figure

90: Chapter 10 Reaching Out to the Fading Figure 90: Chapter 10 Reaching Out to the Fading Figure 7:30 PM, Thorn District.

Kaldesia and Shiyu Lianyi were walking on the road to the Pigeon Station.

“Damn Gongsun Ce!

Even in college he’s still pulling these childish revenges!”

The blonde in a top hat complained while vigorously swinging her shopping bags beside the young man.

The dinner for their first club activity consisted of instant noodles and fast food packs, personally cooked by the host of the apartment, among which a certain bowl of noodles had turned as red as fire, so one could assume it had something deeply personal to do with the cook’s emotions.

Just how many packets of chili powder were needed to achieve that color?

The young man in a suit pressed his hands down in a calming gesture, “After all, Gongsun was chased for several streets…”

Kaldesia was dismissive.

“Hmph!

By all accounts, he got what he deserved!”

“But, it was Kaldesia who pulled the trigger.”

The youth, who hadn’t even been at the scene of the incident, made a judgment as if he had seen everything with his own eyes.

The blonde girl giggled.

“The way that guy was frantically chased around was hilarious, wasn’t it?

Even the organizations couldn’t manage that when they ganged up on him!”

Flustered, clumsy, and sprinting away, the ash-haired youth rarely exhibited behavior that matched these descriptions.

Gongsun Ce always managed to present himself as calm and collected…

when he wasn’t acting on impulse.

Such a person screaming and seeking refuge from assassins was indeed a sight that friends would find amusingly satisfying.

The suit-clad youth recalled the image of someone hiding behind him and chuckled in agreement, “It is funny.”

The blonde tapped her companion’s face with her finger.

“Lianyi, you’re up to no good at times like these.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Come on!

Just break it to them already, it would have been easier!”

As Kaldesia’s finger jabbed here and there, he had no choice but to tilt his head slightly to avoid her poking.

“I think, it’s better to leave this kind of thing to them, don’t you?

As their friends, we can’t just impose ‘I think this is…’ on them, nor can we express our unilateral views to them.

In other words, a bystander should remain conscious of their role as a bystander.”

The blonde glared at him, frustrated as if she hadn’t heard a word.

She set down her shopping bags and raised her two index fingers like a fighting game character about to unleash a special move, her voice resembling that of a supervillain declaring war.

“Don’t you move!

Let me poke!!”

Shiyu Lianyi helplessly stood still, allowing someone to poke him to their satisfaction.

“You’re not wrong,” Kaldesia said, picking up her shopping bags again, “but a blockhead who doesn’t understand others’ feelings sure deserves to be run over by a tractor!”

How the punishment for a dull boy had gone from a horse to a large piece of farming equipment.

Should we embrace technological advancement even here, or try to preserve some basic humanity in the tumultuous tide of these progressive times?

“That line is especially persuasive coming from you, Kaldesia.”

“Huh?!

Lianyi, are you doubting my social skills?”

The term ‘social skills’ sounded like some convenient ability from a novel with different levels providing different effects.

The young man in the suit had no doubt about her interpersonal skills.

He just thought that Kaldesia Spencer was in no position to criticize others specifically for being ‘obtuse.’

“What do you mean?” he asked, not quite following, but quickly changed the subject before the other could react, “Speaking of which, we haven’t seen much of the Superpower Organizations lately.”

The quick-witted girl immediately shifted her attention.

“I’m one of the first Superpower Users who came here, and even if there are kids who still love superpower fighting, they should have graduated from playing house by now.

Brawling and marking territories in the streets and alleys, it’s a wonder they manage to pull off such foolish acts!”

“What you’re saying is, the users in various organizations have also graduated from it.”

The blonde closed her eyes in thought.

Shiyu Lianyi chuckled inwardly.

She probably wanted to appear like a sleuth deep in contemplation, but unfortunately, she looked more like a student dozing off during an exam.

The drowsy student finally woke from her slumber, “Quite a few must have graduated with age…

Also, in recent years, the idiots from Cangshou District actually managed to accomplish something real.”

The moment politicians and bureaucrats became the topic, the top-hat-wearing lady was on a roll.

“You can’t even imagine how badly they used to screw up!

In broad daylight, you could see steel giants and biobeasts brawling in the streets, juvenile delinquents from organizations fighting in schools and the streets, white-coats kidnapping children with their cronies for experiments, turning a decent city into a den of thieves!

And when all that needed to be dealt with was done, the grey-clad men would slowly come out to carry out aftercare, patching up the damaged buildings, and at year’s end they’d proclaim with official pomp, that our city’s accident fatality rate had gone down by a few percentage points this year…

Bah!”

“In my opinion, the people of the Country can only work together in this place: lock the gates in Cangshou District and they warmly discuss how to turn a deaf ear.

In less than a decade, the art of neglect has made more progress in the capital of the heavens than it has in the past hundred years.

Grab any schoolteacher and you can hear the same nonsense from the Country, the platitudes of the United States, and the officialese of the Empire.

If you asked where the investment money went since the city infrastructure hasn’t seen significant updates in ten years, they would have a heap of excuses to give you…”

The blonde wasn’t ready to drop the subject, though the Zero Island youth let her criticisms in one ear and out the other, adeptly forgetting everything.

Her impassioned commentary went on for about five minutes, and when they were about to cross into the Central District boundary, Kaldesia suddenly realized, “So what about these people—we’ve walked past the Pigeon Station?!”