Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 1 Song Shi
"According to the fourth agreement of the 'Medical Experiment Volunteer Service Contract' you signed, the relevant subsidy of 150,000 credit points for this medical experiment will be deposited into the designated account within seven days. Please process it as soon as possible."

"Note: This contract fully complies with the standards of the Ethics Review Committee. If you have any objections, please submit an appeal within two days."

"——In summary, please go to the 'Third Institute of Plosser Mental Psychiatry' in three days to receive the final preoperative maintenance to adapt to this medical experiment."

Song Shi closed his eyes.

He will project the unfolding "Medical Experiment Volunteer Service Contract" directly onto the personal terminal interface of the retina through the eye implant.

Perhaps it was because he was too surprised at his resurrection, or perhaps it was because he had lost the powerful spiritual power he originally possessed, and he was feeling uncomfortable with his current fragile body.

At this moment, Song Shi was in a rather subtle mood.

He adjusted his breathing and slowly opened his eyes.

This is not a very big room. It is spotless and the walls are so white that it makes people feel uneasy. The light from the ceiling is quite gentle, but this does not make Song Shi feel better.

At this moment, he was sitting in a row of seats against the wall. One seat to the right, there was a man in a suit and tie with short brown hair, who was clasping his fingers and lowering his head.

There were only the two of them in the room.

No. That's not quite accurate.

Song Shi glanced at the door. Although the door was closed, he knew that there was a security guard with a gun standing outside the door. It was the other party who brought him to this room not long ago.

His only responsibility is to ensure that "volunteers" like himself do not give up and run away because they cannot bear the pressure when the medical trial is about to begin.

When faced with "volunteers" whose prosthetic implants and internet access have been locked up in advance, a stun gun is enough to make them behave themselves again.

Of course, it is impossible for the other party to use live ammunition in such situations. If they accidentally use too much force, the carefully selected "volunteers" may be injured or even killed. Few people can afford the accusation of maliciously damaging company property, even if the other party is a security guard hired by the company.

——But none of this matters right now.

Song Shi slowly sat up straight.

Although Song Shi's signature and personal certification were clearly visible at the end of this "Medical Experiment Volunteer Service Contract", it followed the principle of voluntariness and the entire signing process was recorded on video. However, Song Shi felt that he should still have some room for appeal.

Because he is not the real "Song Shi".

Or at least, it’s not this current body, the “Song Shi” who has the same name and surname as himself for some reason.

He is a fourth-ring psychic of the Great Source path, a freelance bounty hunter, and the murderer of the Imperial family.

Instead, he was an orphan from an orphanage in a city called Palose in another country [Corporate Alliance].

of course.

Looking at his right hand, which had an implanted data interface on the wrist and was obviously a semi-prosthetic limb, Song Shi understood that there was no difference between the two now.

".Tsk."

There is no need to close your eyes, the memory of the previous moment is still vivid in your mind.

Because he was trying to assassinate the prince of the empire, especially when the other party was not a branch of the royal bloodline, but an "Emperor Elector" who had the formal right of inheritance to the empire and ranked third in the sequence.

As a result, he suffered unprecedented revenge, facing perhaps the most powerful country in the world. Even though he had reached the pinnacle of a fourth-ring psychic, powerful enough to change the terrain for miles with a single blow, he was still unable to resist.

So he died, on the seventh day after he successfully assassinated the Emperor-Emperor, in a deserted wasteland, where he was besieged and killed by a group of religious lunatics in the Empire.

Song Shi was certain that facing a psychic who was also at the fourth ring and the opponent's all-out final attack, his body would collapse, his soul would be destroyed, and his psychic path would be shattered. He would absolutely die, his body would be shattered and burned to ashes.

Even if you use the "brain in a jar" to can yourself and create a cognitive illusion, you can't do it.

But the next second, when I opened my eyes again, I found myself here.

From the [Vampsta Empire] that ruled one part of the world, with a holy emperor and a unified political and religious empire, appeared in the territory of the [Corporate Alliance] composed of nine giant companies that dominated the western region of the planet.

Two completely different countries.

Even the bodies are different.

No, maybe not “the next second”, such a light-hearted term.

Deep in the brain, there is a vague pain that seems to tear the whole head apart.

There was no need to close his eyes. Song Shi saw a split screen in front of him, with two completely different scenes overlapping alternately, as if a road suddenly split into two, leading to different worlds.

Song Shi looked to the right.

The first time I walked on the street, I awakened my psychic power in a fight, and for the first time I mastered the art of "psychic power" and felt this extraordinary power. At first, I used parts from the scrapyard to piece together a gun, then earned a reward for the first time, replaced my implants, and continued to go deeper on the path of psychic power.
Study, fight, bounty, power.

Twenty years later, when he officially entered the fourth ring of the peak psychic realm, no one could ignore him, whether as a bounty hunter or a psychic, and he even had a certain qualification to participate in the world's situation.

In the end, the once famous bounty hunter Song Shi was surrounded and killed by the imperial army because he successfully assassinated an imperial prince.

Song Shi looked to the left again.

From an abandoned baby in swaddling clothes who was randomly thrown on the street, to becoming one of the propaganda products of the coalition government's "social resettlement project", he was lucky enough to enter the Romond Welfare Home and avoid freezing to death at night. The next day, he was picked up and boiled into egg white paste, or waxed and made into a specimen statue.

But after the initial publicity period, the financial allocation to the Lomond Welfare Home built by the coalition government began to decline again and again.

Because a publicity project is meaningless if no one pays attention to it.

More than ten years after the welfare home was established, in the city of Palose, which was ruled by the [Corporate Alliance].

Whether it was the wave of unemployment caused by the explosion in the old industrial zone, or the corporate war between the subsidiaries of the two giant companies, [Southern Heavy Industry] and [Time Pass], which almost destroyed half of the city in a fight for rare minerals in the suburbs of the city, they all attracted the attention of the people of this city far more than the situation of the vulnerable groups.

Because of this, although it was established under the auspices of the coalition government, the situation of the welfare home has been deteriorating over the past decade or so. Even though it has moved from the "White Gate District" where the rich gather to the "Deep Moss District" in the city slums, it is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain expenses.

The coalition government did nothing.

The children who have left the orphanage and entered society have either been separated from their parents early or have not been doing well, so the help they receive is just a drop in the bucket. If nothing unexpected happens, in two years, the entire orphanage will no longer be able to support itself and will be sold off.

"Is this why you come to this institute as a 'volunteer' in exchange for a subsidy for medical experiments?"

Two completely different scenes, mixed up in the mind, surging in the memory, making people feel overwhelmed. But these scenes contain emotions.

——The feeling of being at a loss when killing someone for the first time, the excitement when earning a bounty for the first time; the high spirits when entering the third ring of psychic realm in the seventh year of awakening psychic powers; the pleasure of seeing his hometown burned to the ground and deciding to take revenge on the instigator of the war, and finally beheading the prince with his own hands.

- The care and kindness shown to him by everyone in the welfare home in the past; the conversation between Aunt Nancy and the old director that he heard by chance, and the deep sense of powerlessness he felt when he learned the real situation of the welfare home; the first time he saw the old director, who was always serious and frightened by the children, cry; he chose to secretly become a drug trial volunteer in exchange for compensation, hoping to help the welfare home overcome the difficulties, and the tossing and turning and fear before making the decision.

Only those that beat in your heart are real.

It is hard to tell whether all this is just someone else's memory or one's own experience? Is it "Song Shi the bounty hunter" who was reborn here, or is it "Song Shi the welfare home" who got the former's memory?
Song Shi took a deep breath, tapped his chest gently, and slowly suppressed the surging emotions.

At this moment, his head still ached slightly, and he had many questions in his mind about this "rebirth" happening to him, and was even wary, but he couldn't worry too much at this moment.

Yes, "rebirth".

Through the eye implant, the current time can be projected directly onto the upper right corner of the personal terminal interface on the retina, clearly displaying the current time.

通用新历2150年，11月23日，下午21时20分。

Twenty years ago, I died in battle.

Twenty years ago, at this point in time, those artificial intelligences hiding in the abyss had not yet launched the [Second Freedom Revolution], and the [World Purification Holy War] proposal of the Vampsta Empire had just been handed over to the emperor's desk and had not yet turned into a terrifying army sweeping across the future world. The group of giant corporations like gods in the [Corporate Alliance] still looked down on all living beings and the world, and the ideal country [Eden] had not yet fallen.

But right now, none of this has anything to do with Song Shi.

Song Shi's gaze shifted away from the security guard outside the door, and he looked around again, and finally looked to the side, fixing his gaze on the man who remained silent and had his head lowered.

——The top priority now is to get out of here as soon as possible.

Just now, he had read the "Medical Experiment Volunteer Service Contract" signed by "himself".

The goal of this medical experiment is [Implant Mental Tolerance].

It has a more popular name, called cyberpsychosis.

Because of the continuous implantation of prosthetics and various modifications to the body, a person's mental breakdown and mental decline will occur, turning him into a poor creature with no self-awareness anymore. This is cyberpsychosis.

In this age where prosthetic implants are commonplace, in the city of Palose, videos of cyber maniacs killing people can be seen on streaming media every day.

This research institute, which belongs to the giant enterprise [Emerald Pharmaceuticals], has gathered a group of carefully selected volunteers to conduct clinical trials of a new inhibitory drug.

This drug suppresses "cyberpsychosis".

So where are the cyberpsychopaths?
right here.

According to memory and the contents of the contract, this medical experiment, which is subsidized by up to 150,000 credit points, will first force the volunteers to be transformed into "cyber psychopaths" before conducting clinical trials of new drugs.

The 150,000 credit points provided by this research institute are more like an expense of directly buying out your entire ownership rather than an experimental subsidy!

From the moment the volunteers of this experiment enter this institute, regardless of whether they survive or not, they will be under the control of the institute from now on and will no longer have any personal rights.

Like a commodity.

Therefore, we must prepare for a strategic shift.

Song Shixin thought.

No matter what the reason for his "rebirth" is, whether it is true or false, or whether there is some conspiracy hidden, but in any case, being a guinea pig is not Song Shi's wish.

Especially if it turns into something like "cyberpsychosis".

He had seen too much bad behavior of giant companies in his previous life, and he had no expectations of the character of those high-ranking directors.

In fact, he has killed a few people before.

But that's all in the past.

Looking at the "Implant List" on the personal terminal interface, Song Shi couldn't help feeling helpless.

The limbs are original, as are the internal organs, which flow with blood instead of oil and coolant.

The only thing that can be considered a "prosthetic" is the right hand that has undergone certain modifications and has been implanted with a data port and enhanced skin, as well as a brain-computer interface.

And now.

An orphan who was half-tricked into coming here, from an orphanage, and who had just reached adulthood, did not even have all the implants. On this list of pitiful implants, the most valuable one was probably the personal terminal chip provided by the United Government.

In fact, one of the reasons why the institute allowed Song Shi to pass a series of tests and become a volunteer for the trial of the new "cyberpsychosis" drug was that Song Shi was at the level of "having implants but not many" - they needed volunteers in different states to serve as sufficient samples.

Not to mention psychic powers, he's not even at the first level of [Awakening], he's just an ordinary person.

The power of materialism is very powerful, but the power of idealism is even more direct.

This test will begin in twenty minutes.

In this situation, even if Song Shi has a lot of psychic skills in his hands, as well as the selection and combination of various implants, it is impossible for him to break out of this research institute alone and destroy all the enemies that block his way.

Could it be that just because a person has a strong will, he can block the large-caliber steel core bullets of a smart rifle?
Oh, that really works.

However, that requires the path of [consensus], which is at least the third stage, when thoughts have begun to influence reality. This is something that can be done by psychic powers.

All in all, I want to get out of here.

I need to find a partner.

Song Shi looked at the silent man in a suit and tie sitting not far away and greeted him.

"Yo"

"Company man, at this moment, are you still unwilling to take off your skin?"

(End of this chapter)