Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1308 - 40: Fulfillment of All Wishes (End) (2)

So, Mo Yuankai laughed too, more relaxed than any day in the past four years. Gongsun Ce patted him on the back and, with a mutual understanding, didn’t ask about the thug incident.

"Big brother, shouldn’t you explain now?" Gongsun Ce asked, "What exactly happened? Such a big thing, and you never mentioned it?"

Mo Yuankai wiped his nose, a bit embarrassed: "Actually, after the fight four years ago, I had an unexpected gain. The Colored glaze Dragon left a scale that completely healed my injuries. But as you know, there’s no free lunch. After merging with the Colored glaze Scale, I experienced some side effects... Since that day, I could hear the King of Greed speaking in my mind."

Gongsun Ce was stunned for a while: "...Big brother, you’ve been directly connected to the King of Greed for four years?"

Mo Yuankai nodded with a silly smile.

"...You withstood her erosion for a full four years?!" Gongsun Ce was incredulous, "Wait, do you mean that every day for those four years... you could actually use your superpower directly?"

"I could, but just exerting a bit more effort would basically summon the Kong Hua Realm. The Colored glaze Dragon wasn’t dead before, once I used the power, the consequences would be unimaginable." Mo Yuankai scratched his head, "This time, it was too important to lose, so I dared to gamble. I couldn’t easily share this with you guys; if I did, enhancing my self-awareness might accidentally unlock my ability. So, I had to keep it secret... Sorry."

He was actually the world’s number one superpower user all along, never having lost his power. Each crisis during those four years made him want to jump out like before, but he restrained his desire. Whenever he clenched his fists, he chose to let go, quietly helping from the rear, placing his trust in his companions.

"Big brother, I admire you." Gongsun Ce hugged him tightly, "You’re an amazing hero."

"Wow, that’s so mushy I’m getting goosebumps." Mo Yuankai laughed, "Let’s go, take one more look at everyone before they leave. You won’t be able to see them again after."

They soared through the air together, bidding farewell to old acquaintances. They visited former acquaintances of the Country, the superpower users who were once their enemies in Cangdu, and some friends they knew in the past who had died early.

The strongest deceased faded away the slowest, and the two were not surprised to find the high echelons of the Country—be they alive or undead—reverently surrounding King Morton, asking him one mythological question after another. The old king answered every question, thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of being worshipped and respected, like a hearty patriarch or a movie star.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." Alandia asked the final question, "I want to know the truth of the Holy Sword myth."

This was the most popular segment of King Morton’s adventure stories, describing Morton’s journey into the deep mountains with his companions to find the Holy Sword. His companions all fell on the adventure, leaving only King Morton to pull the sword. This story is considered the beginning of the tradition of mutual respect and trust between kings and knights. But four years ago, another version emerged: In fact, everyone saw the Holy Sword, but Morton killed his companions to monopolize the power.

The people of the Country became tense upon hearing this question. The old king, tugging his chin beard, spoke nonchalantly: "Just like the play four years ago, he didn’t lie about the conclusion."

The sound of gasps filled the room, leaving half of the listeners pale. The Dawn Knight, seemingly unsurprised: "But I think that is not the whole story of the past. At that time, the Final Sword was sealed within the Crystal Mountain, and the power of the Kong Hua Realm might have incited the observers’ greed... just like the beast transformations we’re accustomed to."

The past revealed a new turn. Alandia’s conjecture was based on reality and was more logical. The people’s eyes were full of longing, hoping for an affirmative reply, a "yes," even if just a nod. But the old king did nothing; his eyes gleamed cunningly, looking more like a mischievous child than a king.

"You and Situ Yi have derived two hypotheses from one fact. But do these two hypotheses have any substantial differences?" King Morton blinked, "The fact is, King Morton personally killed his friends. The fact is, King Morton sealed three kinds of powers, establishing Morton Kingdom. The fact is, King Morton was a womanizing man. That’s all, children.

King Morton died eighteen hundred years ago. The reasons he did these things have nothing to do with him now. His image depends on what future generations want to believe. Why not pick an explanation for the past that you favor? It’s your right!"

He laughed heartily and soared into the sky, leaving behind descendants filled with helplessness. Alandia was quite disappointed.

"I really want to know the truth back then."

"But how can you be sure if he was lying or not?" Gongsun Ce asked.

The Dawn Knight thought for a while, then smiled helplessly like everyone else. They watched as the Holy King ascended into the firmament, the figures of the dead gathered in a place indistinguishable between good and evil. Nobles stood next to commoners, and the most wicked stood not far from the righteous, shining resplendently in the colorful aurora, like golden souls in Heaven.

Only a few loners stood alone, Kerky Hyde at the very edge, playing with a knife, greeted the Resurrection Mage. The old mage gave her a head full of scoldings. She listened with a grin and, after the elder finished scolding, wished him good health, which only made the old mage even angrier.