Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1330 - 4: I Will Defeat the Demon Within (Part 2)

"Ah..." Shiyu Lianyi hit his palm, "That, for Gongsun right now, is just perfect."

Orianna had just visited Zero Island earlier this year, so she only needed a moment to understand her friend’s thought process.

"You’re not talking about that, are you?" Orianna said desperately, "You’re not talking about Anti-God Dao: Black Metal, are you?"

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"Racing down the highways of the midnight city! Clad in flames, I’m the rider from hell!

Mighty hammer smashing brains and bones! Tonight, no one will survive, as the undead and I lament!

Tonight is the time of annihilation, oh oh! A night of slaughter~~~!"

Plar Art Square in the eastern district of the capital welcomed a group of fresh-faced young artists today. These foreign youth, armed with modified electric guitars, were headbanging, trying to introduce the people of the eastern district to midnight psychedelic ballads from another island nation. Their performance drew a scarce audience; most housewives found it too noisy and were about to check their watches to complain, while the old-timers thought the lyrics had no artistic merit. Only a small group of kids who had just finished school resonated deeply, clamoring below the stage.

"Wow... I can already imagine how the daily news will report this," said the acting captain, blending into the eastern district arts by example. "Little dachshund Sara wagged her short tail as she looked at the passionate gray-haired youth on stage, "You know, just curious, how did they come up with this idea?"

Orianna hid under the shade of a tree, trying to disguise herself as a golden potted plant.

"I have no idea!" she said desperately, "They thought of it, they thought it was good, and they just did it!"

"I’ll help you add that to the interview, just say the acting captain is decisive and acts swiftly." The little dachshund stood up straight, glanced at the big clock, "Remember to remind them to finish five minutes early, once it hits public time, the housewives will have an excuse to report them."

Gongsun Ce finished the concert half a minute before the deadline, walked off the stage to high-five a group of kids, whistling away as carefree as a rock star in incognito. He slung his guitar over his shoulder, leaving the center of the square, sat on a stone bench on the eastern side, and watched the fading light of the setting sun.

"I have to say, it feels pretty good to rant on a public platform." Gongsun Ce felt a sense of relief, "Do you want to try it with me next time?"

The last time he asked this was during a concert in the State of Real Sound, with the Silent King staring at him from the audience. Now, the Silent King hovered beside him, her gaze full of disdain: [Intellectually deficient].

"If being a little dumb makes life happier, why be so smart?" Gongsun Ce said, "I guess you’re not interested in enjoying life, so I’m guessing you have something to say... about my Manifestation Method?"

The Silent King floated in front of Gongsun Ce, holding his right hand. Her gaze swept over the gloves that restrained power, and she shook her head. It was the first time she formally spoke today.

"Your efforts are meaningless. Your Manifestation Method is essentially an incomplete Breakthrough Skill. No matter how you restrain or limit it, the urge to destroy the world will still drive you to become a Demon God."

"But Captain Mekoro achieved it, Yan Qi did it, so I can definitely do it too." Gongsun Ce shrugged, "If you just think you can’t and don’t bother trying, you’re as good as finished. That would be admitting you’re dead, and those who believe they’re going to die will certainly die."

"But you are my seed." the Silent King said, "You keep avoiding my power, yet you continually use my power. My authority is the foundation of your strength up to now. The stronger you become, the closer you approach my thoughts, until you fully become one of my kin."

She let go, looking over the capital’s streets in the sunset. After the concert, children scattered, their laughter drifting far away. At this moment, there was no sign of murder and hatred on the Eternal King’s body. It seemed that even the ancient madman was softened by this ordinary human world, letting the sharpness of a sword fade from her presence.

"If you long for a mundane life in this hypocritical cage... then don’t use your Breakthrough Skill anymore." the Silent King said, "Because I will eventually break free from this cage, and at that moment, you will certainly be assimilated by me, personally destroying what you cherish."

The so-called softening was the youth’s illusion. Perhaps she would genuinely harbor feelings of pity for the world, but she wouldn’t abandon her eternal reason because of it. She was the Silent King, the madman of the mortal world’s destruction, and she would forever repeat the madness even she abhorred until she fulfilled the eternal reason rooted deep in her heart.

Gongsun Ce pushed his glasses, the lenses reflecting sunlight, concealing his eyes.

"I think you’re a bit too confident." he said flippantly, "You say I will ultimately be assimilated by your eternal reason, but have you ever considered another possibility, that I might defeat you and change you?"

Gongsun Ce let out an unruly laugh, exuding an air of defiance: "Is the Eternal King that amazing? What makes you so sure you’ll win? I’ve always survived against the odds and gambled small for great returns, and I bet on myself to win this time too!"

The Silent King had a strange sense of déjà vu, realizing the young man’s expression at this moment was reminiscent of Yan Qi from the past. These people’s foolishness was so similar, just like her back then. She had nothing more to say and moved away from the seed’s side, fading from the mortal world. Just then, a hand blocked the King’s path, as Gongsun Ce leapt up with his electric guitar like a bandit in an animation.

"No time to lose, let’s start now!" Gongsun Ce exclaimed passionately, "Come on! Use this passionate and sincere melody to change your stubborn heart—"

"Stop singing." the Silent King said, "Your singing isn’t good."

"How could you say that!"

Feeling somewhat satisfied, the Silent King departed into the sunset. Gongsun Ce sat back on the bench, a forlorn expression on his face, strumming a series of melancholy notes. He felt that the afternoon’s efforts weren’t wasted, at least he had some new ideas for improving his Manifestation Method after talking with the Silent King...

But the struggle against the urge to destroy remains a long and arduous battle.