First Generation Jung: Zheng Jianshen Was an Amateur (Wheezing)

"Heh heh... Heh heh..."

After the man in the white coat disappeared, only the heavy breathing of the First Generation Jung remained in the carriage.

However, this silence did not last long before it was broken by the broadcast.

"Next stop, Xiangmi."

As the announcement was made, the subway slowly slowed down and then came to a stop within the station.

Inside this Subway Station, unusually, there was no one waiting for the train.

Throughout the entire site...

There was only one person.

The subway doors slowly opened, and the crowded people inside the carriage suddenly parted to create a passage, like guards protecting the only person waiting for the train.

That is...

A woman with short hair and a very gentle appearance.

She boarded the subway car, looking down at the First Generation "Jung".

"He's incredibly perceptive when it comes to the soul, the First Generation 'Jung'... truly a top-tier expert in the field of 'soul'."

"And you certainly know enough about the First Generation 'Freud'... and even about 'Schreiber,' that's impressive."

As she spoke, the doors to the train behind her slowly closed, and the subway started moving again.

Meanwhile, as the subway began to move, the crowd inside the carriages also began to "flow"—those sleepwalking-like people staggered and stumbled back to where they were supposed to be.

Even the seven or eight passengers who were originally scattered in the carriage left with the flow of people.

Just like how waves surge onto the beach and then recede, taking away the water that was originally in the puddles.

Inside the entire carriage, only the First Generation "Jung" and this woman remained.

The woman stood with her hands in her pockets, leaning against the opposite carriage wall, and spoke again.

"So... should I introduce myself, the First Generation 'Jung'?"

The First Generation "Jung" said in a low voice, "No need... I know you."

"The 'Beast Master' of the 'Freedom Alliance'."

The woman laughed.

"You dead man, you're quite well-informed... However, even though you're quite good for a dead man, you still don't know enough."

"Let me introduce myself... Although my official code name is 'Beast Master,' I still prefer you to call me... 'Zhu Ming.'"

Standing opposite the First Generation Jung was Lin Yu, who was operating under the identity of "Zhu Ming"!

He looked at the First Generation Jung, while she was being sized up by him.

Compared to when he first saw the images of "Freud" and "Schreiber," the First Generation Jung was much calmer now.

His soul tentacles even retracted back into his body.

"Heh... heh... you can create illusions that are indistinguishable from reality... heh, that's quite an ability... heh, but... why do you also possess techniques related to 'Mental Power' and 'Soul Power'?"

"Just now... wow... you even managed to interfere with my... cognition... wow! Amazing! I want to know... what kind of method you used!"

Lin Yu looked at the First Generation Jung and raised an eyebrow slightly. "So the environment for 'Player' in your era was so simple? You could directly ask each other about their methods and trump cards after meeting?"

The First Generation Jung said in a low voice, "Hmm... you don't have to answer... hmm..."

Lin Yu continued, "So, you're assuming I'm here to cooperate with you? Aren't you afraid... I'm here to kill you? I have every reason to do so."

The First Generation Jung said in a low voice, "Of course I know we are enemies, ha... our positions... ha... are very different."

"But... heh... anyway, you haven't made a move yet... heh... at least for now, you're not here to kill me..."

Lin Yu laughed, "Oh, right, that's clever, Jung... I really don't plan to take action right now. Hmm, I'd like to have a chat with you for a bit."

"My appearance just now was partly to confirm whether you really knew the information I wanted to know, and partly... to pique your curiosity."

"You must have many questions about me now."

Lin Yu stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his hair swaying from side to side with the swaying of the subway, a half-smile on his face.

"So... let's exchange questions, you ask one question, I'll ask one question—if we think these two questions are of equal value, we'll tell each other the answers, okay?"

The First Generation Jung nodded and said, "... Okay."

He had no reason to refuse.

"My question... oh... it's that one from earlier... oh..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak," Lin Yu wagged his finger, as if expressing dissatisfaction with a disobedient pet, "Those are three questions—how did I gain control of Mental Power, how did I gain control of Soul Power, how did I interfere with your cognition... those are three questions."

The First Generation Jung frowned. "Hmm... hmm... you mean, your Mental Power... hmm... Soul Power... are from a different source?"

Lin Yu began, "This is the fourth question."

The First Generation Jung pondered for a moment, then spoke, "I understand... Heh... Then I want to know, how did you master 'Mental Power'...?"

Lin Yu began, "Very well, regarding your question... what I want to ask in return is, why weren't you so hesitant when you were impersonating 'Schreiber' and murdering Iced Americano at the event?"

Upon hearing this question, the First Generation Jung looked at Lin Yu and said, "... Heh, if you want to ask this, I have no objection... Heh, but to be honest... I don't think they're equal... Heh... After I give you my answer... Don't regret it... Heh..."

Lin Yu shrugged. "I'm not so bad as to be a sore loser, the First Generation 'Jung'... But since you think my question isn't important, you can give me your answer first."

"This also prevents you from backing out after I've given you the answer, and you just get the question from me for nothing."

After thinking for a moment, the First Generation Jung asked in return, "Well... how can I prevent you from doing that?"

"Anyway, you don't think the answer to your question is important."

Lin Yu said casually.

The First Generation Jung fell into deep thought again, and after a few seconds, he spoke.

"Okay... ha... I'm willing to take the risk—ha, indeed, as you said... the answer doesn't matter."

"I could speak... oh... more fluently... because... oh... I wasn't using... my own body..."

"That's a 'Soul Puppet'... huh... the soul speaks directly... of course... no... it's limited by the vocal cords..."

First Generation Jung spoke, Lin Yu nodded.

"Oh, I see... But didn't you die? Why do you still have your original body?"

The First Generation Jung did not answer, but instead said, "Hmm... this is... your second question..."

Lin Yu nodded. "Okay, let's not ask about that for now... But could you talk to me using your Soul Puppet? Listening to you talk is making me feel so uncomfortable, I'm almost exhausted. I feel like my throat is itching just listening to you!"

The First Generation Jung shook his head. "Heh... heh... I have no obligation to make you... heh... feel comfortable!"

"Speaking like this... huh... for me... is actually... less strenuous... huh."

As the First Generation Jung spoke, his voice whirring, Lin Yu rubbed his temples.

"Alright, I'll make do with this... Now it's my turn to answer your question—to be honest, your question isn't much of an answer either."

"My ability to use 'Mental Power' is not because I mastered this 'extraordinary technology,' but thanks to my [Exclusive item]—the [Exclusive item: A Brand-New Name and Home] that I created after advancing to 'Tier 3,' which allows me to use the abilities of my [Summoned Creature.]"

As Lin Yu spoke, he raised his hand, revealing a silver nameplate wrapped around his Right Hand wrist beneath the wide sleeves of his white coat. This Necklace -like piece of jewelry was worn as a bracelet on his forearm.

The First Generation Jung, breathing rapidly, asked, "Hah... hah... which of your [Summoned Creature] possesses Mental Power...?"

Lin Yu laughed, "Is this your second question?"

"My second question is... why would the First Generation 'Freud' want to kill you in the [Instance] of Mist Island?"

When the First Generation Jung heard Lin Yu's question, he looked at him, and the glass window once again reflected the sharp soul tendrils that were beginning to emerge from his body.

However, after a few heavy breaths, those soul tentacles retracted back into the body.

"Hiss... Hah... I don't think our problems are of equal value..."

"That's what the First Generation Jung said coldly."

"Really? Then please ask another one. I'll just ask about this one."

Lin Yu gestured for him to proceed.

The First Generation Jung thought for a moment, then spoke again, "Heh... then I want to know... why are you able to interfere with my 'cognition'?"

"This time... well, you answer first!"

First Generation Jung spoke, Lin Yu nodded.

"Well, I have no objection—the reason I can interfere with your perception is because the 'Director' has a [Item] that can do this, shaped like a 'Item Brush Pen,' which I borrowed from him."

Lin Yu said, then added.

"Anyway, consider this an extra question I'm asking you... about why I can use the 'Director's' [Item]... because our [Item] are basically interchangeable; either of us can easily use the other's 'ability' if we want to."

The First Generation Jung said, "Heh... you don't need to see me off... this... heh... it wasn't hard to find out, so I know... heh."

Lin Yu looked at the First Generation Jung and said in surprise, "Wow, are you a stalker? How disgusting."

The First Generation Jung didn't respond to Lin Yu's joking sarcasm, but continued, "Next... it's my turn to answer your question..."

"Ha... He killed me... because I wanted to Unclaimed Authority of the Mist Island Realm... Ha."

At this point, a hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the First Generation Jung.

"He... oh... he's cowardly, foolish... oh, oh, he's usually so farsighted, so... reckless, but that time... he was so short-sighted! Hiss... cough cough!"

"I always thought he would understand me and be on the same page as me, which is why I told him my plans... Heh, sir... We would be the most compatible Partner... Heh, sir... But, as it turns out, in some ways... Heh, sir, he's just... an ordinary mortal!"

"Founding the Psychology Society made me misjudge him, made me think he had the same level of awareness as me," the First Generation Jung said, his face flushing and his speech becoming more fluent. "But in reality, he was just a coward who escaped reality! The establishment of the Psychology Society, and those high-sounding theories, were nothing more than his post-traumatic stress response, a kind of self- Protection Mechanism within him—deep down, he didn't even have his own beliefs... oh... hiss... cough cough—faith!"