By the time dawn came, Vadim had already washed up.

Although he hadn't closed his eyes for a night, he was now in great spirits, and compared to the previous prosthetic transplant and the evolution that "Blue Eyes" had promised him, he felt that his current self could be described as refreshed.

The 2 seconds brought by the "overload" system did not disappear, and on this basis, he gained new powers.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be a psychic person.

Vadim looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt that his vision had become a little clearer.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, since the transplantation of "Overload", every time he looks in the mirror, he always feels that his face is shrouded in a mist, and now, the mist has finally disappeared.

He never imagined that he would one day become a psychic person.

By all indications, psionic abilities are innately gifted, and the vast majority of psionic people exhibit corresponding talents to a greater or lesser extent at a young age.

Then, they will receive an offer from Wisteria College.

In the case of talent, they also need to engage in a long-term "stimulating learning method" to make their abilities blossom.

But now, it only took him one night to become a psychic power.

There were no stimulus experiments, no use of any of the theories mentioned by the psychic agency, and the only thing he did was "faith"—believing from the heart, or in the words of a middle-aged man, becoming his believer.

Although the middle-aged man was not interested in the name "Vadim" and called him Cricket No. 1, Vadim had long been accustomed to this kind of life, and in his opinion, this was no different from becoming a mouse in military technology, and in this year, countless people wanted to become "guinea pig" or "cricket" had no chance.

And when he walked out of his temporary residence, the entire 4th arrondissement changed in his eyes.

There seems to be some kind of illusion and reality overlapping.

Immediately after, the voice of a middle-aged man appeared in his head, "I haven't been back here for a long time. ”

"You're familiar with this place?"

"Familiar? I think, in their words, that this is the place where the Son is born. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little nostalgic, he paused, and then said, "But in fact, this statement is not accurate, this is not the hometown of the Holy Son, and he was only later 'invited' by the church to this city." ”

It's the familiar name again.

"What exactly is the Son?"

Vadim couldn't help but ask.

The last time he asked Blue Eyes these questions, he just told him to shut up.

Compared with military technology, the middle-aged man seems to be full of human touch, and his attitude towards him has always been very peaceful, "This is going to talk about fate." ”

"Fate?"

"It has been said that the fate of all living beings is predetermined, even we are no exception, take you as an example, from the moment you were born, everyone you meet, everything you do, in fact, has long been predestined, you are destined to leave the seventeenth arrondissement, come to this city, and you are destined to meet me on this day, no matter what choice you make, you can't change the predetermined result...... How is it? Doesn't that sound like a very hopeless world? ”

Vadim nodded.

However, he didn't feel too much hopelessness, perhaps he had long been accustomed to this "established" life.

He knew that any person of the same level as "Blue Eyes" in military science and technology could easily decide his fate.

But considering the identity of the middle-aged man, he guessed that perhaps for the existence of these high-ranking people, who determine the "rules" and the fate of others, this result is really a little unacceptable.

"So, some of us have the idea of trying to manipulate our fate."

It was the height of their power, and what they saw from their perspective was naturally different from that of humans, at least for them at that time, their real enemy was never the Cult of the Mechanicus, but someone who even they could only glimpse the tip of the iceberg.

So, they hatched a plan.

"The so-called Holy Son, in their calculations, is the hole card that can help them get a glimpse of their fate, and his ability never exists to win a certain war."

With the sight of Vadim, the middle-aged man once again walked the streets of the city.

But compared to the last time he was here, the city was unrecognizable.

Vadim didn't speak, he listened silently to these secrets that he would never have had access to in his lifetime.

The church fell apart and has long been buried in history, and as a result, whatever plans they hatched ended in failure.

But he could vaguely imagine the war that people were waging against their fate.

"But you failed in the end."

"On the contrary, we, no, should say they succeeded."

The middle-aged man gave an unexpected reply, "Now that you can stand here and talk to me instead of praying to the statue, it is a testament to the fact that their plan was carried out very successfully." ”

Fate has indeed been rewritten.

It's just that the way and the result of the rewriting are not satisfactory.

"Those people are so obsessed with the quest for fate that they lose sight of what a terrible thing they have created...... Well, I'll admit, there's my responsibility as well. ”

Having said that, the man's tone did not hear the slightest reproach, but was a little proud, "I taught him to govern the creatures and rules, by the way, in your current theory, it should be called a distraction-type psychic ability." ”

It's just that to Vadim, this emotion can only be described as weird.

The middle-aged man seemed to be telling him in a proud tone that he had researched a powerful bomb that would eventually blow up their own house.

"By the way, you just asked me if I am familiar with this place, I have also walked the streets of this city in this way before."

Normally, they don't have such a close connection with a specific spiritual ability, even the Holy Son, "It's so much fun to get along with him, the cricket fighting contest was invented by me and him, and the contestants at the beginning of this contest are really just crickets, you may not have seen them, they are mutated insects the size of a palm after the war." ”

"I've seen them on the illustrations of a book."

Vadim said.

As soon as the Holy Son was mentioned, the middle-aged man seemed to be opened into a conversation, and he could hear that he was very happy and missed the past very much.

Unlike the usual indifferent "blue eyes", the middle-aged man is more like a talkative and knowledgeable elder, who is happy to share his past experiences with others.

"The prototype of the Fighting Cricket Contest was created by me and him in the process of discussing dominance and rewriting the rules, and I am not only one of the oldest qualified competitors in this event, but also the founder of this event."

As the man spoke, Vadim saw more phantoms in front of him, as if he had really seen the grand occasion of the first cricket fighting competition.

He saw that the whole city was enveloped in jubilation.

Even the archbishop and the chief knight of the Inquisition, who had a very high position in the church, actively participated in the event, and Vadim's ears seemed to echo the voices of the past.

There was no half of a person in sight on this deserted street, but in his eyes it was no less lively than the liveliest neighborhood in the 4th arrondissement.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but it went straight through the phantom's body.

The phantom was completely oblivious to his presence, and quickly ran in the direction of the test bench.

This made Vadim a little stunned, he seemed to have become a marginal person in this grand event, but at the same time he also understood the reason why the middle-aged man found him.

Last time he must have had very good memories in this city.

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, "Speaking of the champion of the first cricket fighting competition, yes, it's me." ”

In any tournament, the winner of the first edition is significant, and although he has not won the tournament since the first edition, that does not detract from his special status in the tournament.

"So, you used to be the teacher of the Holy Son?"

"A mentor, in fact, many of his ideas have inspired me."

Vadim took a few more steps, and just as he was about to reach the front of the stage, all the shadows suddenly vanished.

He suddenly realized something and asked, "This is the friend you mentioned?" ”

"I'm not sure, we haven't seen him for a long time, and there are a lot of clues that he is dead."

“…… You're going to die too? ”

Vadim was stunned.

He had already linked the middle-aged man to the gods, and it was hard for him to imagine how to kill the gods, and even the "blue eyes" and military technology were extremely reluctant to make enemies of the middle-aged men, so much so that they did not hesitate to cede the entire territory of the "outside world" to each other.

On a deeper level, the rebel forces, which have become more and more rampant in recent years, may also be the result of the other side's creation.

Vadim heard that the leaders of the rebels were all psionic powers, and even the company didn't know why the powerful psionic people had gathered to go to the "outside world", and they had spent so much manpower, material resources and research costs that they couldn't catch up with the backward material conditions of the "outside world".

After he had become a psychic in just one night, Vadim had imagined the answer to that question.

Perhaps all the leaders of the rebels were middle-aged men's followers.

"Of course, nothing in this world can last forever, not even the consciousness body."

They used to be called many times in human society, but the middle-aged man felt that the concept of consciousness was more appropriate, "There are many methods, and the destructive psionic energy you are talking about is one of them. ”

As they spoke, Vadim kept walking.

The middle-aged man never mentioned the destination, but a certain dark feeling guided him forward.

The road ahead seemed to point to the wreckage of Chloe Films, an area that had been under lockdown since the building was wiped out.

The local bureau of investigation still has a bunch of big cases to deal with, and I am afraid that the lockdown will not be lifted in the near future.

The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something, and said, "Someone has used similar psionic energy here, and that's why I'm here." ”

While traveling around the "outside world", he happened to see the whole process of the annihilation of the Chloe Film Building.

This is undoubtedly good news for the residents of the "outside".

They thought that the empire of the coalition government was in decline, but the middle-aged man saw something unusual in it.

Since the end of that era, there should not be many people in this world who have set foot in this field.

Maybe he'll meet a former friend in District 4, or maybe some undead from the past.

After that, the middle-aged man didn't say anything more, and Vadim came to the wreckage of Kolo Films in silence, where something was calling him.

The once glorious Kolo Pictures is now only an empty land, and it is desolate as far as the eye can see.

Vadim crossed the barrier pulled up by the Bureau of Investigation and walked in the direction it had been directed.

Eventually, he settled in an open area.

"Why are we here?"

He raised the doubts in his mind.

"Because you still have one thing to do, in our time, you don't need to put a device on your head to shock you if you want to become a psyker."

"However, the stimulus experiment was present at the beginning of the coalition government, and it was not a product of the Dark Ages."

Vadim was a little confused.

After arriving in the Fourth District, he had studied some books about psionic powers, and he had fantasized about the scene when he awakened psionic powers, but all the research had made him understand one thing.

He has no drama in his life.

"That's a torture method they invented, and they always think they can understand and master everything through research, and what you see next is the real path to psionic power."

They also communicated with psychic beings who had embarked on this path.

Therefore, those believers also refer to them as whispers from the upper world.

Vadim didn't speak again, because at this moment there was a strong sense of inspiration in his heart, and he realized that he was only one step away from the spiritual path that the middle-aged man had said.

As he took another step forward, the world around him suddenly appeared with countless cracks, dissipating like shattered glass, and after that, a pitch-black space, the stars showed Vadim the way.

For a moment, he felt as if he was in the middle of the universe, and here, he also saw the true face of the middle-aged man.

Just as he had seen the strange sculpture for the first time in the world of "illusions", he wanted to worship it.

"Nothingness".

A completely alien concept came to Vadim's mind.

This concept led him to believe in the existence of gods and the upper world.

"Now, let me witness what makes you special."

The middle-aged man's voice became ethereal, and it seemed to be everywhere in the stars, he was not a concrete creature, but a concept itself.

Vadim felt as if he was being baptized.

And at the end of this sacred ceremony, he heard a voice.

"Oops, it's sinking!"

……

Just as Vadim was full of doubts, trying to understand the concept, he returned to reality.

It was still the annihilated Koloe Pictures building, and he was the only one left in the empty and barren space.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Eventually, the middle-aged man broke the silence.

It's just that his voice is no longer full of sacredness and majesty, but has become weak, "Forget it, sink and sink, don't the weak also live?" ”

The small theater of its two hundred and thirty-six:

Saturday, morning, month, year

The night heron feels like it's in heaven, and in addition to the busy artificial intelligence, the farm is filled with all kinds of small animals, which are said to be pets raised by the farmer, Wind Chime.

The Teenage Grim Reaper Crab Detective Group interviews the real owner of the farm.

Collecting rare and endangered species is a hobby for Miss Wind Chimes, and she finds the business much more interesting than the work of the Council and the rescuers.

Wind chimes are always full of love for small animals, and also warmly invite them to live in the farm, if there are any small animals in the desert area that have lost their living space, they can move to the farm at any time, the space here is very vast, and there is a special ecological adjustment system, which can provide a suitable environment for all small animals to survive.

The young Grim Reaper crabs are fascinated and have a new understanding of humans.

Humans are a friendly, generous, and loving people, which turns their previous perceptions upside down.

The elders always say that humans are vicious and brutal, and their favorite thing to do is to shoot their own kind with weapons that can fire bullets.

Not even the Grim Reaper Crab cannibalism!

They want to bring the news back to the desert and try to minimize attacks on convoys in the future.

In the interval of communication, Feng Chime found Song Lan privately.

After many years, she has become a qualified farmer and businessman.

She got straight to the point, "I'll just tell you straight, where did you find the night heron?" ”

"Eclipse Cult."

"Do you know their archbishop well?"

"It's okay, what's wrong."

"Can you talk to their archbishop, I want to have one too."

(End of chapter)