Zhang Xiu walked to his seat and sat down.

In front of him, an elderly man in a blue robe stretched out his wrinkled hands and touched Zhang Xiu's temples.

Zhang Xiu felt a powerful will rush from his temples to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and then spread throughout his body along his spine, leading him to perceive and worship the Great Divine Body. He wept bitterly, fell to his knees, kissed the toes of the blue-robed elder's feet, and spoke and thanked the body for its gifts.

It was supposed to be like this, and that's what the books say.

But he didn't feel anything.

The blue-robed elder opened his eyes and said to the beautiful clerk beside him, "Zhang Xiu, psionic synaesthesia 48, the incapable." ”

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Zhang Xiu left the psychic detection point disappointed. This is not the first time he has been rated as incapacitated, he has been rated as incapacitated every year.

But this was his most disappointed.

"How?" Sidney asked him.

Sidney was his classmate and one of the few people in his class who could talk to him.

"Still incapable." Zhang Xiu shook his head.

Sidney patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

The Human Federation is a theocratic empire, and most of the humans have awakened their psionic powers.

Psionic energy is the power bestowed by the divine body, which connects the small human being with the great divine body. In the divine body, the mediums will explore the reality of the world, merge into the infinite order of the universe, and achieve the eternity of the soul.

The gods also give the mediums great power in the physical world, the weaker ones can move objects with their minds, the powerful mediums can unleash psionic lightning to attack their enemies, and the most powerful chanters in the Holy See are even said to be able to call the wind and rain and change the color of the heavens and the earth.

Psychic mediums are divided into four classes according to their rank, those who are incapable below 100 synaesthesia, 100-500 are weak psychic mediums, synaesthesia 500-2000 are medium psychic mediums, and 2000-10000 are strong psychic mediums.

In the history of the Federation, there have been very few people who have more than 10,000 synaesthesia strong, and those people are called the children of the gods.

The level of the medium determines your status in the Federation. The Federation is an egalitarian society, and everyone, rich or poor, will receive the same education and the same psychic development.

But if you don't awaken your psionic abilities until you're 16, you'll be a pariah.

Untouchables are not eligible for higher education, they can only become slaves of mediums.

Zhang Xiu's ancestors have been untouchables for three generations, and Zhang Xiu is 16 years old this year.

Zhang Xiu's father had worked in the pit all his life, and five years ago he had a cold and had no money to see a doctor, so he had to die in the slums.

After the death of her father, the mother, who was still young and beautiful, had to wipe away her tears, whitewash her red and swollen eyes with cheap cosmetics, and then put on a low-cut sundress and knocked on the door of the aristocratic house.

Mother went out at night and returned early, what did she do Zhang Xiu knew very well, he knew that it was his mother's dedication that allowed him to have a bite to eat.

But when Zhang Xiu accidentally saw the red mark on his mother's back and the wound of the whipping, he knew what kind of perverted hobby that nobleman had.

Zhang Xiu only hopes that he can become stronger, become a medium, and become a man who can protect his mother and this family, so that his mother will never be bullied again.

He was the hardest working student in his class, if not in the whole school, and he worked day and night to study the writings on the divine body and psionic powers, enriching his knowledge and training his soul.

But his desperate efforts and studies are not rewarded, because he has no talent.

Without talent, one is destined to become a pariah.

Without talent, one is doomed to enslavement.

If you don't have talent, you're destined to watch your mother being bullied.

Zhang Xiu is unwilling, but what can he do if he is unwilling? This is the world of the gods, to whom he prayed countless times, more devout than any priest, but the gods can't even hear his voice.

This psychic ability survey organized by the school was the last psychic ability test before he was 16 years old. After completing his studies at school this year, his household registration will be changed to that of a pariah, and then he will follow his father's footsteps, working in the mines for the rest of his life, dying of illness and hardship.

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"Untouchables Zhang Xiu," Faraki sneered at Zhang Xiu, "you have finally become a pariah, right?" The son of a pariah can only be a pariah. ”

Faraki was the son of the nobleman whose mother had taken refuge and his classmate.

"Don't pay attention to Zhang Xiu, he will be a pariah in the future, and we are no longer of the same class." Farachi's classmates said to Farachi, "What's your psychic test this time?" ”

"1884, The Medium." Faraki proudly puffed up his chest. He was proud of it, because this value was beyond the reach of most adults, and the blue-robed priest who was in charge of the test, who had always had a straight face, nodded approvingly to him.

There was a chorus of envy and approval all around.

"Became a medium at the age of 16? Have you also reached the threshold of a strong psychic medium? ”

"He is worthy of being the best genius of the Flaco family in a hundred years."

"With the divine body on top, our Frako family finally has a hope of a ZTE."

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Just as Faraki was enjoying the praise around him, there was a commotion from the psychic ability testing point.

Faraki turned his head to look over there.

I saw the blue-robed priest stand up in disbelief, his whole body trembling.

In front of the testing table sat a girl with long black hair, wearing a uniform and a short skirt, with a delicate face.

The blue-robed priest looked at the clerk and said the result with a complicated expression: "Sixteen Night Moon, psionic synaesthesia 5348, strong psychic medium." ”

There were no voices of envy and approval around him, not because the result was not worthy of praise, but because everyone on the lookers was already dumbfounded.

Legend has it that the current chief singer of the Federation and the most powerful psychic medium in human history, Lord Galina Larionov, only had more than 4,000 psionic synaesthesia at the age of sixteen.

The girl named Sixteen Nights stood up slowly, ignoring the eyes around her, and walked quickly back to the classroom.

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Whether it is these commotions or Faraki's ridicule, they have nothing to do with Zhang Xiu.

Zhang Xiu left school after the test, and went to the old garbage dump to buy something to subsidize his family.

The old garbage dump is a good place, although all the waste electrical appliances are thrown here, Zhang Xiu is a studious student, and he has mastered most of the maintenance of electronic equipment.

Not only can you find some household appliances that can be repaired and repaired here, but sometimes you can also disassemble some important circuit components and sell them to the thrift market, which is also a lot of money.

Although this was not enough to feed the family, it would at least make her mother suffer less in front of the Vlako nobleman.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiu's gaze was attracted by a silver metal ball.

The metal ball was thrown in an unobtrusive corner of the garbage dump, but its shiny and dust-free surface was out of place in the garbage dump, so Zhang Xiu noticed it at first sight.

Zhang Xiu walked over and picked up the metal ball, although the metal ball was the size of a basketball, it was unusually light, and it was easily held by Zhang Xiu in front of his chest.

Suddenly, the metal ball began to glow bright blue, and the sound of mechanical synthesis came from inside the sphere.

“。。。 Organism detected... ”

“。。。 Organism recognition is complete, three types of intelligent life... ”

"Now the fusion begins...

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the mechanical ball and swept over Zhang Xiu's left arm.

Intense pain came from his left hand, Zhang Xiu screamed, stretched out his right hand and held his left arm tightly.

But he didn't expect Zhang Xiu's right hand to feel a little relaxed, and he looked down carefully, and his left arm had been separated from his torso!

The wound at the severed end was neatly smooth, and there was no trace of blood oozing, not only that, but Zhang Xiu also smelled a mushy smell of barbecued meat.

Before Zhang Xiu's brain could react, the mechanical ball transformed into a mechanical bee, which tightly bit the section of Zhang Xiu's left arm and inserted a hard and long thin needle into it.

The pain dozens of times more severe than the broken arm came from the depths of the bone marrow, and Zhang Xiu's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

But he didn't lose consciousness, some kind of special transformation was taking place in his body, and Zhang Xiu could feel the pain in his left arm spread to his spinal cord and then spread throughout his body.

If there were anyone next to him now, they would see that Zhang Xiu was now woven into a cocoon by a mechanical bee. The filaments that make up this cocoon are all mechanical wires.

Countless metal wires in the cocoon danced on the broken left arm and back of Zhang Xiu's left arm, and the metal wires on the broken left arm continued to converge, and began to form the shape of a hand, while the metal wires on the back converged into more than a dozen metal needles, which pierced deeply along the bone joints of each of Zhang Xiu's vertebrae.

Zhang Xiu couldn't see anything, he could only feel the sharp pain coming from his back. He twitched and trembled, his whole body wet with cold sweat, snot and tears on his face, and his lips as pale as paper.

He had never experienced such pain, hotter than fire, sharper than pins and needles, like countless knives slashing at his body, and like skin being peeled off layer by layer.

But he couldn't shout, he couldn't shout!

How he wished that someone around him would see him and notice his anomaly.

So that the people who see him can help kill him!

Kill him! Only death can put an end to such suffering, and death is nothing compared to this pain!

But there was no one around, and he was alone and woven into a cocoon.

In the cocoon, he is being fused, he is being transformed, he is being transformed.

Finally, after not knowing whether it was just a short moment after countless sunshine cycles, Zhang Xiu's mind was empty and he fainted.