Superhumans of the Dome City

Chapter 1496: Chapter 57: Dragons Among Men

The man completely fell in love with the battlefield, throwing himself into the combat with passion and love.

The battlefield is the fairest place in the world; luck and power are both parts of "strength." Only the strongest can survive until the end. He plunders flesh and weapons from the defeated, enhancing his power with each victory. From that day on, his laughter never ceased, and he was happy for his survival.

Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with mere victories. In the slaughter between two worlds, he saw many losers and weaklings, each one a former version of himself. The lives of those people had no meaning and found no satisfaction; isn’t it pitiable for those who have never won even once in their lives?

He tried to make a change.

He shared his spoils with others.

—— You too can have wealth.

He began teaching his skills to the weak.

—— You too can become powerful.

He fought on the battlefield with his followers, celebrating victories together.

—— You too can know the meaning of battle and life.

His team gradually expanded, and more lives followed him. Many, after learning the skills, turned against him, at which he just smiled. Others, after becoming strong, established their own paths, which he highly praised.

Followers got injured in the struggle, died in battle, but they had no complaints.

Every person, whether alive or dead, gave their all. In a struggle unrelated to destiny, they achieved a life without regret.

Their lives had value, their existence had meaning. He, they, were alive in this world!

However, when the man reached the end of the mortal world, when he witnessed the battle of the kings, he realized the truth.

The war was about to end.

The infinite would fall to destiny, the war would soon halt. The world would return to its former state of injustice, chaos, and waiting to die under the sky. Life would be controlled by the intangible fate, never to savor the taste of victory, never to feel the meaning of battle again. In that world, there were countless unfortunate ones who couldn’t gain value from the opportunity of war and never experience the highest meaning.

The man who found himself through battle lost his smile at that moment.

What of the dreams of the unfortunate ones? Where would they find the opportunity to pursue and become strong? Who would grant the victory that they couldn’t savor?

This war involved all beings; it was no longer just your personal enmity. Why should it end by your will?

You are about to achieve the ultimate victory, but what about me? What about us?

Why should only you have power? Why should only you have eternal life? Why should only you rule the world by your will while the rest of us live below your throne?

This is not fair.

This is not fair!

So, the man stormed onto the king’s battlefield. Thus, the man became a new king out of anger. The entrance of the third king brought about ultimate chaos, starting the eternal blood war, where the undying giant dragons slaughtered each other. He sang and laughed proudly in the center of the battlefield, celebrating the meaning of life, inciting a new struggle!

"Battle is the essence of life, struggle is the source of evolution. Everyone should have a chance to ascend through struggle. How could I hand over the only opportunity to become the victor to you, this ’protagonist’!"

Blue light and calamity fire exploded upon impact, and kings and mortals were simultaneously repelled. King Pingdeng leaped from the giant dragon’s body, charging fiercely towards Gongsun Ce. Marks covered his skin, but his injuries didn’t hinder the king’s movements. His fists were mighty and domineering, like an invincible force. A fierce punch aimed directly at Gongsun Ce’s temple!

Gongsun Ce was nearly struck dead by this punch, but with sheer willpower, he grabbed the king’s right arm. His face was dyed with blood, resembling a demon driven to desperation. He jumped up with beast-like agility, roaring fiercely as he counterattacked, targeting King Pingdeng’s face with an equally frenzied punch.

The two in a death match both recoiled from their injuries, the electric-like pain tearing through their bodies, almost shattering their spirits in a deadlock of agony. Yet no one retreated, no one evaded. This was a fight in which the will reigns supreme; they would not tolerate defeat, even if it meant being pulverized. In their blood, the men roared, shouting words that struck directly at the heart.

"Meaning, victory, fairness, all sound so pleasant. But is your reincarnation truly for all beings?" Gongsun Ce grabbed King Pingdeng by the collar, "Isn’t it, King Pingdeng! You haven’t explained the truth yet; what really happens after each cycle ends!"

"——Oh?"

King Pingdeng’s laughter rose high, flames of anger igniting in Gongsun Ce’s eyes as he discovered the man’s final trap.

The eternal face like that of the interlocutor, the rules tirelessly emphasized, and the ultimate cycle achievable only through unification—how many clues were seen through! Another obvious stratagem laying bare from the start, despicable in its blatant intentions, nauseating in its clear deceit.

"Desolate Fighting God’s cycle is a world of equality for all beings, but if every cycle requires King Pingdeng to be overthrown, then this ’King of Equality’ who always loses isn’t ’fair’."

This was an audacious trap.

If each cycle ends with "Jihui Bureau killing King Pingdeng," then King Pingdeng would die thirty-three trillion times, Jihui Bureau would win thirty-three trillion times, and this would naturally be unfair according to the immutable eternal law. Beneath the surface of the three rules must exist an underlying premise, in line with the repeated notion by the king, "The victor can take everything from the defeated."