American Iai's Nemesis

The Human Empire that once occupied the Milky Way Galaxy had divided Psionic Power into twenty-four ranks. Condensing them down, "Positive Psionics" could be simplified into seven.

F-Rank: Ordinary People with no Psionic Power manifestations.

E-Rank · Low Psionics: Only manifested under high-pressure conditions, but could not be effectively controlled.

D-Rank · Intermediate Psionics: Could perceive the existence of Psionic Power and control it through training.

C++ · Advanced Psionics: Displayed Psionic talent from birth and posed a potential security risk to the Empire.

B- · High-Risk Psionics: Only one might appear among every several billion people. They displayed extreme tendencies from childhood and had to be forcibly controlled.

A-Rank · Ultra-High-Risk Psionics: Extremely rare and dangerous. When necessary, the Star Realm Army could be authorized to carry out forced executions.

The Galactic Human Empire Research Department stated that humanity's current stage of evolution made controlling A-Rank, or Alpha Grade, Psionic Power impossible. Nearly all A-Rank Psionicists suffered from mental illnesses of varying severity, and their Mental States were extremely unstable.

A professionally trained A-Rank Psionicist could tear apart a Titan-class Construct over a hundred meters tall and forged from Adamantium with a single thought, destroy an organized interstellar armed force with one incantation, crush Cosmic Battleships with a few gestures, and, at full strength regardless of cost, tear apart tectonic plates and forcibly halt a planet's rotation.

Beyond that lay the highest, rarest, and most dangerous rank: S-Rank · Calamity.

S-Rank · Calamity Psionics: Monsters that could not be accurately defined. Their very existence was a catastrophic threat to the Material Universe. If there was not a one-hundred-percent chance of capture, they were to be executed On the ground upon discovery at any cost—even if it meant destroying planets and burning entire star systems.

In theory, there was nothing a professionally trained S-Rank, or Alpha+, Psionicist could not do: extinguish stars, alter the flow of time within a region, summon legions of Greater Daemons...

Those were "Positive Psionics." Where there was "positive," there was naturally "negative."

"Negative Psionics" were the nemesis of "Positive Psionics." Because they possessed no "soul" or had completely severed their connection to the Warp, they were immune to the mystical effects of "Positive Psionics." They were commonly known as Untouchables.

In gaming terms, "Negative Psionics" could be understood as 99.99% magic immunity plus A Little fixed magic resistance.

They were the Hunters of "Psionic Power." For example, the Human Empire's famous Silent Sisters captured and hunted, in organized units, unstable factors that threatened the Galactic Human Empire.

No two kinds of Psionic Power in the universe were exactly alike. Based on how Psionicists manifested in the material world, the Empire broadly classified Psionic Power into five major categories.

Biochemical System, Energy System, Telekinetic System, Mind System, and Divination System.

And now, the Hyenas and Jackals were facing a "Psionic monster" that displayed one of the common basic abilities of "Positive Psionics · Mind System"—Psychic Attachment · Puppet Drive!

"What are you afraid of?! People die when they're killed, and Psionicists are people too!"

"So what if it's the Mind System? Find its real body and kill it!"

The black-clad Gangster raised his Large-caliber Hand Cannon and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The puppet being bombarded by gunfire seemed to have some kind of "network lag."

The Hyenas subjected to Mental Interference saw an opening. Grinning fiercely, they wielded all manner of sharp weapons and trampled through dark green, foul-smelling fluid as they closed in on the puppet from both sides.

"Get him! Destroy this puppet, find the Psionicist's real body, and trade him for entry to the Upper Hive District!"

Shouts of killing, roars, gunfire, the sound of bodies being sliced apart by sharp weapons...

The scavengers rushed forward one after another, drowning the puppet in the crowd and viciously attacking every vital part of its body.

Its head, throat, heart, spine—so many vital points were attacked, yet the nearly crashed puppet did not resist.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but beneath that cracked white demon mask, the Corner of the mouth seemed to reveal a satisfied smile.

They're close enough. Being short by one won't matter.

Then—activate: Body Detonation!

The explosives embedded inside the puppet activated. This time, there was no "network lag" at all. The puppet exploded decisively.

Sharp metal fragments, metal pellets, toxic pollutants, and more rained down with blood and wreckage, Enveloping a dozen or so square meters and impartially "giving" every Hyena and Jackal a grand gift.

At such close range, the grenade-comparable blast tore the Hyenas and Jackals beyond recognition. Miserable wails and curses rang through the night, and before long, they were dead.

A large number of his "teammates" had died instantly. Extreme Fearful Emotion allowed the Gangster to barely break free from the Mental Interference, and he turned to flee in blind panic.

Psionic Shock—Mind Screech!

The black-haired Young people lying atop a nearby three-story building hooked a finger at the fleeing Gangster.

Formless Mental Strength transformed into blades and steel knives that destroyed the enemy's mind and soul.

The Gangster's running motion came to an abrupt halt. Without making a sound, he fell to the ground and slept forever.

He fell asleep just like that. Young people really did have healthy bodies. Maybe that was why the strong never complained about their environment.

The identities of hunter and prey had been reversed.

Having turned the Encirclement and Suppression into a counter-encirclement and successfully completed a "black-eats-black" operation, Meng Yi slowly rose to his feet and pressed a finger to his brow as he murmured.

Psionic Diffusion—Wide-Area Mental Detection!

His vast Mental Strength swept through every corner within a five-kilometer radius in a hemispherical three-dimensional structure.

Every building, every body, every pebble, every drop of filthy water... all appeared with perfect clarity in Meng Yi's mental vision.

"Whew—Very Good. Looks like there aren't many people trying to bait me."

"I can't keep operating in the Black Guns Zone anytime soon. I'll clean up the loot and head to the next Next Door."

In less than half a minute, Meng Yi had surveyed 78.5 square kilometers of land. Unless blocked by Untouchable Material that isolated Psionic Power, his mental scan would not have any errors.

Even buildings piled from Untouchable Material or equipment made from it would appear as invisible black zones within the field of mental detection.

Meng Yi finally relaxed a little. He Leapt down from the roof of the three-story building with nimble movements, grabbed a rusty railing along the way to slow himself slightly, Curled Up before landing, rolled twice On the ground, and rose gracefully.

Strolling leisurely to where the Gangster had fallen, Meng Yi kicked the Gangster's wrist. The Large-caliber Hand Cannon that flew into the air was precisely caught in Meng Yi's raised hand.

After playing with the "American Iai" for a moment, Meng Yi amused himself with a joke.

"Your American Iai may be powerful, but Meng's Psionic ambushes have never failed either, have they?"

After checking it and engaging the safety, he tucked the Large-caliber Hand Cannon into his waistband.

Meng Yi's gaze fell on the Gangster, whose brain had died and who had fallen into a vegetative state.

"Today, I lost one 'puppet' in the Black Guns Zone, only to replenish one from the Black Gun Gang right away. Every loss and gain has its destiny."

Psychic Attachment · Puppet Drive!

Splitting off a wisp of his will, Meng Yi rubbed his aching brow and recited a famous line from "Filial Son · Lich King Arthas."

"Warriors of the Hive Wasteland, rise!"

As soon as the words fell, the crashed Gangster climbed up from the ground with some "network lag."