Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 35 The storm is coming
The room was a bit messy, obviously having been ransacked.

Milton looked around but found nothing of value.

He sighed and walked out of the room, closing the door again.

Then Milton looked ahead.

It was now nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and the corridor was already crowded with passers-by.

The hot and turbid air fermented wildly in the narrow corridor.

Most of them were wrapped in thick coats whose original colors could no longer be seen, leaning against the wall indifferently, crowded together. From time to time, there was a wisp of smoke drifting away, and low coughs were heard.

For even more people, their inferior implanted eyeballs light up, and they are obviously browsing something - some of them are no longer satisfied with this, and put on "virtual reality devices" that have long been covered with stains, and immerse themselves completely in the bizarre world of the Internet.

Maybe it’s a simulated movie, maybe it’s a virtual online game, maybe it’s various live broadcast rooms, or something else.

Looking at the scenes in front of him, Milton couldn't help but smile.

"Cough-cough-"

Milton coughed lightly and clapped his hands: "Everyone, does anyone know the resident of this room?"

After the words, there was silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

No response.

Only a few people raised their heads slightly, glanced at Milton, and then went back to their own work.

"Two hundred credits."

The next moment, Milton raised a finger and raised his voice:

"If anyone knows the information about this resident, I'll pay you 200 credit points on the spot. Credit points, black coins, purchasing on behalf of others. Anything is fine. You can choose the payment method."

This time, the crowd finally reacted and became a little agitated.

Soon, a middle-aged man wrapped in a blackened quilt stood up. He moved his feet with difficulty and squeezed towards Milton through the crowded aisle.

"I know."

It seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was very hoarse: "There was a kid named Song Shi inside. I remember he seemed to be working illegally in the Mendi Manufacturing Factory."

He thought for a moment and added, "The kid came back last night."

"uh-huh."

Milton said cheerfully, "Credit points?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said simply: "Digital black currency."

Milton nodded and took something out of his arms.

When they saw the thing clearly, the breathing sounds around them became noticeably faster.

It was a whole stack of data cards of various styles.

Milton simply took out a card and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Then, he smiled and lifted up his coat, revealing a gleaming pistol hanging at his waist and large traces of implant modification.

Then, the many gazes that were focused on him with a sense of scrutiny were all retracted.

"——Everyone, I mean everyone."

Milton clapped his hands vigorously once again, and this time, most people raised their heads and looked over.

His implanted prosthetic eye flashed: "The resident of this room is "Song Shi", I have sent his photo to you all."

"Although most people won't pay attention to you, I know that you have your own way of survival. Share the places where expired food is discarded, the locations of power storage piles that can be used to steal electricity, the opening hours of charity relief stations, and the patrol routes of patrolmen. You have your own communication chat group."

"——Send my words and Song Shi's photo! Tell the rest of you! Find the place where he appeared, 200 credit points, take a photo of him, 400 credit points."

Milton paused and said loudly: "And if anyone can determine his current location, I can offer 4,000 credits or items of equal value!"

"Trust me! High-quality sugar, offline addresses of favorite anchors, scarce medicines, and even temporary passes to enter the White Gate District! I definitely have better channels to get these things than you do!"

"Starting from now, within four days!"

Milton's voice rose again, and he held up the stack of data cards in his hand. "For every day in advance someone tells me about his current location, I'll add another thousand credit points to the original four thousand!"

There was another long silence.

"What if you don't pay me?" someone asked. Milton chuckled and didn't answer.

As he was about to walk out of the aisle, Milton suddenly stopped.

He pulled out three data cards from the stack and threw them behind him.

Then, just like a pond filled with bread crumbs, the hungry fish surged and the entire surface of the water boiled in an instant - these people suddenly jumped up from the ground and scrambled to grab the data card.

Amid the chaos and scramble in the aisle, Milton's shoulders shook and he laughed out loud.

The man did not look back at the scene behind him, but walked out of the building without hesitation.

The night is dark and dark.

Looking at the hazy pale moonlight in the sky, the man lit up a cigarette and talked to himself.

"How long can you hide like this, 'Song Shi'?"

Morning on the third day after leaving the institute.

“Well, this feeling.”

Song Shi opened his eyes and the first thing that caught his eye was the ceiling.

And then, it was an unprecedented state of oneself——

The intense pain from smelting himself with the "Forging Flame" last night disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by abundant vitality from all limbs and bones, as if he had just gone through a hearty battle!

Mentally, I feel clear and stable, relaxed and comfortable, without any trace of sleepiness.

And the body.

Song Shi stretched out his right hand and slowly spread out his five fingers.

The immense amount of energy even creates an illusion that one can punch through a steel plate by clenching one's fingers.

No, it cannot be completely called an “illusion”.

Song Shi carefully felt his own physiological state.

Under the dual physical enhancement of "psychic awakening" and "smelting by the first forging flame", his physical fitness is gradually moving towards the direction of transcendence.

My current self.
It is indeed impossible to punch through the steel plate with one punch.

But one punch can leave a noticeable dent on the surface of the steel plate.

——This is quite good, even a little exaggerated.

Song Shixin thought.

The path you are walking is the [Dayuan] path, not the [transcendence] path.

The latter pursues the "path of self-transcendence".

Starting from the first ring, a [transcendent] psychic can use psychic skills to give himself a powerful body - perhaps a significant increase in self-healing ability, strength comparable to that of a brown bear, dynamic vision capable of capturing the trajectory of a bow and arrow, or the growth of a layer of scaly skin.

Among the ruins of the palace, the scholars looked up. On the mottled murals that had long been eroded by wind and dyed with malachite and hematite, there were golden armored guards with lion heads and human bodies, majestic and solemn giants, and terrifying snake dragons stirring up the sea.

The prototypes of these murals are, most of the time, ancient psychics who have reached the path of transcendence.

The most common and orthodox way of the [transcendence] path is to create a "perfect body that cannot be surpassed".

Of course, with the popularization of "implanted prostheses" today, [Transcendence] has undergone tremendous changes.

——But I am [Dayuan].

The direction of his path is to control the "great source of power", and the "great source of power" chosen in the two lives is fire.

In this case, he can still rely on the "Flame of Forging" to build his current physical fitness - and the enhancement of the "Flame of Forging" has not yet reached its upper limit!
When the enhancement of "Forging Flame" reaches the upper limit, not to mention special abilities like "Scale Skin", just in terms of the most basic physical fitness, I will not be much inferior to an ordinary first-ring [Surpass].

"As expected of a superior psychic skill."

The red-gold flame lingered between Song Shi’s five fingers and disappeared in an instant.

"Before the nineteenth sunrise."

"Now it seems that it won't take that long."

(End of this chapter)