Dragonfly Aunt stood in the top-floor office of the Micro Fire building, gazing at the dazzlingly colorful city before her.
Its colorful brilliance did not come from the city's vitality;
It was the glow emitted by the psionic protective shields.
Dragonfly Aunt was now an official of the Psionic Capital, specifically in charge of logistics, and she knew certain figures that other Psionicists did not.
Some of the protective shields, lacking Crystal Core supplies, could now only be activated at night;
The Arctic Circle's bitter cold would sting the skin of those respectable people, while countless ordinary people who could not obtain heating supplies were freezing to death.
There was nothing to be done about it.
Ever since the Spiritual Practitioners had appeared and negotiated with Fu Jian, the Psionic Capital's influence had plummeted, and the resources it could plunder from the Nine Comprehensive War Zones had dwindled.
Although the Psionic Capital itself possessed deep reserves and could continue operating for seven or eight years even if external supplies of materials and Crystal Cores were completely cut off;
The people at the top here had no desire to hand too many resources over to ordinary people.
Thus, conflict arose.
In fact, beneath this city's seemingly peaceful and prosperous exterior, countless tiny cracks had already appeared.
The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Dragonfly Aunt's figure.
Compared to herself two years ago, she had become an entirely different person.
Smooth, delicate skin, a slightly voluptuous figure, a professional skirt suit, and exquisite makeup on her beautiful face all gave her the charm of a mature woman.
All these changes had come from Talisman Water, pills, and a tiny little bit of cosmetic surgery.
—After getting into better shape, she had made a few minor adjustments to her face.
Unfortunately, Auntie had