Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1297 - 137: Fulfillment of Ten Thousand Wishes (Part 2)

"Hey, hey, are you kidding me?" Kerky said incredulously, "I put in so much effort, and yet four years ago the troupe fell apart!"

"You overworked yourself!" Gongsun Ce replied irritably, "You shameless sidekick of that Grey, how dare you boast here. Get lost!"

"So Grey’s cover was blown? How did she die?"

"I killed her with my own hands."

"Oh~"

Kerky sighed and fell silent. She placed her hands behind her head, quietly walking beside Gongsun Ce. The sigh carried no trace of regret or resentment, as if she had long anticipated such an outcome. It seemed this woman was a madman driven by the despair of chasing dreams; even when witnessing the death of an old friend, she felt no pity. At most, she would jovially visit the grave, sing a song, and utter some nonsense like, "Sister, safe journey, I’ll be there soon" as her farewell.

"You look like you like me a lot!" Kerky said.

"Bullshit, I was just thinking how hopeless you are, wasting half a second of my feelings on you." Gongsun Ce shouted back, "Are you done yet? The dead are dead, no need for appearances. Once you’ve asked your questions, move on."

Now, only three companions remained in the maze. After exchanging a few sarcastic remarks with Kerky, Shiyu Genmi chose a different path and left. The Red Mage too retreated silently. Only Jane Della lingered behind, looking as if she had questions but stubbornly stayed silent. She exclaimed, "I didn’t want to ask you anything!"

In truth, Gongsun Ce understood her thoughts, but he wasn’t kind enough to clear up old enemies’ doubts. Whatever, who cares; the dead are dead, and it doesn’t matter anymore. The three walked silently through the winding maze paths, with that Crystal Mountain still distant like a mirage. Once the dead asked about post-death consequences, they spoke no more.

No apologies. No remorse. No understanding. Forgiveness was even more out of the question. Talking about "irrelevant" matters as before was the lowest baseline because Gongsun Ce was someone still alive in the world. If everyone had already died, they could laugh away their grievances as unrelated ghosts below, but since he was alive, there would be no reconciliation.

Never forget the tragedies caused by enemies and never forgive those evil adversaries of the past; that is the responsibility of the living.

"If you want to kill each other, just draw your blades. Why emit killing intent?" Kerky crossed her arms, blushing slightly, "You’re so twisted, Mr. Gongsun; I’m getting excited..."

"Shut up! What kind of weird excitement do you have that this gets you high?!" Gongsun Ce was exasperated.

"Although I can take the initiative, I prefer being passive in bed."

"Don’t so casually shift the topic to something indecent! Give it up already. Mr. Gongsun is now a man with a girlfriend; your antics didn’t work back then and have no impact on me now!"

Kerky looked him up and down, then sneered, "Tch, still a virgin."

Jane Della burst into shrill laughter as Gongsun Ce tapped his knuckles, "Okay, I’ve changed my mind. I’ll just finish our old grudge right here once and for all."

"Hehehe, someone’s sensitive spot got prodded and he’s fuming!" Kerky chuckled, taking a step back as she tossed him a black dagger, "Spare my life, Mr. Gongsun, just for this joke."

Gongsun Ce caught the dagger, frowning as he inspected it, "This..."

"Details of Fantasy’s End - Dark Night Blade, use them if they help, discard them if not." Kerky turned away, "Sorry for extinguishing your stars."

The Dark Night Blade, Kerky Hyde’s pseudo-Creation Realm, an eerie power that almost killed Alandia. No one could ever recreate it after her death, yet she casually tossed the secrets of the Creation Realm Skill aside as if throwing away trash.

She stood with her back to Gongsun Ce, scratching her head awkwardly, like a goofy senior who tricked an unsuspecting junior: "Don’t misunderstand, I’m not seeking your forgiveness, don’t have the time... I was just really wrong back then, thinking you were the same, not realizing you really walked out. It wasn’t fair to you... though putting it that way is odd, offering a weapon as recompense is pretty nasty. Anyway, what I mean is..."

Not finding better words, she finally lowered her hands and softly repeated, "...Sorry."

Gongsun Ce held the dagger, remaining silent for a moment, "You should repent to everyone back then."

Kerky turned back with a cold, sinister smile, reverting to that murderous villain: "No way, I couldn’t care less about that city!"

Death doesn’t change a person’s nature; a villain remains a villain, a murderer remains a murderer. Realizing this, Gongsun Ce felt inexplicably relieved. He sheathed the dagger into his cloak, and in an instant, the Crystal Mountain Range in the distance became tangible, and a light appeared on the road ahead. He exited the maze, stepping into a bustling noise like a crowded market.

The moment he walked out of the maze, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, grateful he hadn’t encountered Situ Yi who had just died.

The maze’s exit connected to a plain at the mountain’s base, where a small town of crystal buildings stood, their arrangement like an assembly of fantasy races from old fantasy games. The town buzzed intensely, with hundreds, even thousands of people within; they conversed, argued, and embraced in tears. They often huddled in circles, forming distinct groups, where the "resurrected" stood on the periphery and the living stood at the core, responding to their inquiries.