Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 58 - 35 Resurrection

58: Chapter 35 Resurrection

58 -35 Resurrection

Time reverted to 9:59.

Inside the belly of the Dragon of the Vaulted Sky.

Shiyu Ling and the Colored Glaze Disaster had both departed, while the immobile giant dragon worshippers had vanished under the light.

The pure white narcissus flowers gradually faded, leaving the underground space utterly empty.

Only a lifeless body remained.

Gongsun Ce lay motionless in a pool of blood.

Click, click.

In the vast space devoid of any life, the sound of mechanical operations echoed.

The sound came from a door that led to the interior of a white tower aboveground.

The heavy iron door that Gongsun Ce and Shiyu Ling had transcended using their superpowers.

Almost simultaneously as the door opened, two shadows shot out, appearing beside the corpse in the blink of an eye.

Their speed was so fast that only a Biochemical Eagle with enhanced vision could have seen what had just happened.

If that Biochemical Eagle could talk, it would describe the scene like this: a masked human female dragging another male human by the arm, sprinting at a ruthlessly fast pace over the shortest distance like a dinosaur carrying its prey!

Their speed was so great that it broke through the air barrier, causing a piercing sonic boom in the underground space.

The masked woman stopped beside Gongsun Ce’s corpse and released her companion’s right hand.

Her poor fellow traveler lay silently on the ground, overcome not by practical jokes or pranks, but by the sheer velocity that had just shocked his system.

If he were to describe it, he might say it was “like being strapped to the side of a roller coaster during a sprint.”

“Please.”

“Leave it to me.”

Normally, he might have played a prank on her, but now was not the time for jokes.

Shiyu Lianyi removed his right glove, revealing the back of his hand that he always kept hidden under white fabric.

He had never done this in public before, and those who knew him didn’t think much of it, assuming that a man as beautiful as he would have nice hands.

However, the reality was the opposite.

His hand was covered with scars—scars from punctures, burns, cuts from sharp objects, and chemical burns…

Not an inch of unmarred skin could be found, only layers upon layers of old scars.

Hideously ugly, unbearable to look at, repulsive.

These hands did not represent any pleasant memories.

The man, however, showed no displeasure as this act, like a pre-battle declaration, was a necessary step to enhance the Impermanence Skill.

“The price is one month’s memory of spending time with a friend, and the reward is a five-minute delay in death.”

He placed his ugly hand on the face of his dead friend and whispered softly,

“Calamity Phase·Manifestation, Curse Scale·Day of Filth.”

Shiyu Lianyi was a Calamity Mage.

He possessed the power to change fortunes, influence fate, and reverse causality.

It was a power that could bring about death, but also one that could reverse it.

As reality was altered, a corresponding price was taken.

Treasured memories vanished, and unwillingly forgotten memories were erased, leaving no trace in his mind.

Although it wasn’t the first time he had paid such a price, he still felt regret—more accurately, sorrow.

But the sorrow was fleeting, and regret never came.

Memories mattered because they were spent with people who were cherished.

If his friend were gone, the shared experiences would lose all meaning.

“…Puh!”

The “corpse”‘s skin regained the warmth of a living person; the gravely injured gray-haired young man coughed up blood.

Shiyu Lianyi put his glove back on and smiled, “It’s been 3 minutes and 40 seconds since your last death.

The surgery was successful, but the patient will die again in about 1 minute and 20 seconds.”

“Great.”

The masked woman visibly relaxed as she heard the revived superpower user make a sound.

“Dragon…

Disaster…”

His first words upon waking up were about that.

She felt a headache coming on from her friend’s comment but figured that this was typical of the idiot.

In a gentle tone, the masked woman replied, “Yan Qi is above, no one has died.”

“Good…” muttered the once-again dying corpse on the ground, “Help…

hand…

uh…”

The masked woman lifted the fatally wounded college student, positioning his hand over the hole in his chest.

A white substance appeared in Gongsun Ce’s hands.

It was undoubtedly the ability he often relied on during battle, the flip side of the Instant Spiral, a white substance counter to unseen forces.

This substance became a pure white heart.

The superpower user seemed to have exhausted all his strength in creating the white heart and couldn’t utter a word now.

The masked woman placed her hand on the young man’s hand and gently moved the white heart into his chest cavity.

At this moment, the white substance exhibited a quality completely unrelated to sturdiness—it connected spontaneously to the damaged blood vessels and filled the spot where the heart had been.

The heart began to beat inside Gongsun Ce’s body, allowing them to hear the sound of a human heartbeat once again.

“Puh!”

The gray-haired young man coughed up blood again, and somehow this tickled Shiyu Lianyi’s funny bone.

He almost burst into laughter.