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The internet laid it out clearly: these seven images had been discovered in an archaeological excavation long ago. At the time, archaeologists had thought they were some kind of primitive tribal totems and had not paid them much attention. But later, after the Mi Star people awakened psychic power, a man named Jiang Yun accidentally discovered that by staring at these patterns for a long time, concentrating one's psychic power, and repeatedly tracing the lines in the images, one could train one's psychic power. Keep at it for a while, and there was a chance for one's psychic power to advance!

He also discovered that, from simple to complex, the psychic power levels these images worked for corresponded exactly from F to S. It was practically divine providence!

Later, archaeologists concluded that these patterns must be treasures left behind by a more advanced civilization, or by a civilization that had once existed on Mi Star. With them, the Mi Star people could break free from the shackles of innate talent. The significance of this "path of advancement" was enormous. When being born an F meant remaining an F for life, and being born an S meant remaining an S for life, class solidification would turn society into a stagnant pool. Democracy would gradually become a joke. By then, it might not be a slave society, but it would be no different from one. That prospect was terrifying.

Now that there was a path of advancement, the strong could be kept in check, while the weak had hope and motivation to climb upward... It was truly wonderful.

Although it was later proven that with this "Meditation Method," most people could only advance one level, and only a very small number of exceptionally determined people could cross two levels. Throughout history, those who had crossed three levels could be counted on one hand, and all of them had become great figures whose names remained in history.

But that was already enough—geniuses had a high starting point, and there was no use envying them. As long as useless trash was willing to work hard, they could still strive for a life free of want. There was no absolute fairness in the world; relative fairness was already rare and precious.

That was how their world had always been.

After briefly looking through the developmental history of the Mi Star people, Jing Yi tossed it aside. The only thing he found strange now was that, logically speaking, his psychic power was D-rank. The seven images, from simple to complex, corresponded to F, E, D, C, B, A, and S respectively, so he should have stopped at the third image. Yet in reality, he could barely finish looking at the fifth image, which corresponded to B-rank psychic power—a full two tiers above his own! What was going on?

He recalled that when he had tested his psychic power before, the number of little monsters he had killed had also seemed a bit high—

Could this be his cheat ability?!

Jing Xiaoyi let his imagination run wild. As a transmigrator, having no cheat ability was simply unscientific! Please give me a cheat ability!

After indulging himself for a while, he returned to cold reality—he should not think too much about cheat abilities. Working hard was the proper path, useless trash!

Jing Yi printed out all seven images, chose the fifth one, and sat cross-legged with his palms facing upward. He hung the image level with his eyes.

He silently focused all his attention on the lines. When Jing Yi got serious, he was extremely focused. About five minutes later, his entire world was filled with lines. What had originally been a tangled two-dimensional mess gradually became a three-dimensional world composed of countless lines. It was as though he stood inside a maze. Everywhere he looked—above, below, left, and right—was filled with passageways. These passageways might lead to life, or they might lead to dead ends. His task was to find the one path to survival and escape alive.

Time ticked away.

Jing Yi did not notice that a tiny crimson mole was slowly appearing in the center of his right palm. It was slightly dim, yet strangely eye-catching. Whenever his psychic power gained even the slightest bit, the little mole greedily absorbed all of it. Gradually, the mole began to brighten. At a glance, it looked just like a top-grade ruby!

By the time Jing Yi finished meditating, the little mole had faded away. His palm returned to its original color, as though that crimson dot had never appeared at all.

He felt refreshed and invigorated!

Checking the time, he had meditated for more than two hours in total.

That was an extremely good result. Jing Yi could look down on the vast majority of rookies with this achievement.

He felt that his psychic power had become more condensed and flowed a little more smoothly when he used it. As for the total amount... he could not tell whether it had increased.

Well, he had only just begun. How could he improve so quickly? He would have to grind it out patiently!

Because he had been too absorbed, when he came back to himself, he seemed to have already missed lunch. He did not know whether anyone had waited for him. He pushed open his door and walked outside. He did not see General Chen, Madam Chen, or that irritating Grey Eagle. He only saw a somewhat familiar young soldier, apparently a member of the guard regiment. He was sitting stiffly upright in the living room, and when he saw Jing Yi, he sprang to his feet.

"Madam Qin, General Chen and the others have business to attend to and will not be returning at noon. They instructed me to let you know. Also, the research institute just sent over the genetic compatibility report. It's all here. You may take a look."

Jing Yi had no energy to complain about being called "Madam Qin." Keeping a blank face, he said to the stern-looking soldier, "Just call me Jing Yi. Thanks."

He took the report and skimmed it. This thing determined whether he was qualified to raise his dead husband's child—this was just too absurd. He hoped the match would fail so he could escape this ridiculous situation, yet he was also worried that once he lost his usefulness, the Qin Family might fly into a rage from humiliation or something... He was utterly conflicted.