The Creators: From Night City

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"Repair or sell?" That's the question, but business still needs to be done.

"What will the price be for the repair?" Doria asked.

In an environment like Xiachao, people are more accustomed to bartering, and currency is not prevalent.

Energy bars, food, and drinking water are the general equivalents here.

Jiang Bing rummaged through the bag of junk. When his black gloves, worn in the local style, touched one of the broken ceramic slabs, he stiffened almost imperceptibly, but quickly returned to normal.

He casually quoted a price: "15 energy blocks."

"Damn it, why don't you just rob someone? Fifteen energy blocks are enough for my food expenses for two months."

"Or you can choose another payment method."

Feeling the gaze fixed on her face, Doria involuntarily tightened her grip on the gun.

But before she could even say "I don't sell myself," the other party cut her off.

"Knowledge, I also accept knowledge here."

However, Jiang Bing's words were pointless, as Doria didn't seem like a cultured person at all.

Not only her, but among those who mingled in the lower realms, very few were educated.

So in the end, she still chose to bargain and try to get the other party to reduce the repair cost as much as possible.

The two finally completed the transaction with 11 energy blocks.

The iron gate closed, and after confirming that there was only one exit from the house, Doria didn't go anywhere. Instead, she squatted at the doorway, clutching the gun she had just acquired, and became a doorman.

Inside the room, Jiang Bing stroked a ceramic armor plate with a hole in it with his fingers, lost in thought.

These armor plates look ordinary, but their strength is definitely up to par. Jiang Bing is certain that most of the light firearms in Night City would have difficulty penetrating this ceramic armor.

Even if it's ordinary, this is still military protective equipment from 40000 years ago.

To be honest, Jiang Bing initially refused to be brought to this world called Warhammer 40K, but the [Key] was too fast, throwing him into this world in a snap without considering whether he wanted to do fancy butterfly strokes in this cesspool.

Jiang Bing's fingers brushed along the edge of the hole, and tiny golden sparks rubbed against each other, producing bursts of sparse, eerie green energy.

This is a remnant of the perpetrator, and the culprit that allows a single bone spike to easily pierce through bulletproof ceramic armor plates.

Psychic power.

A unique kind of idealistic energy belonging to this world, originating from a high-dimensional energy realm called 'subspace'.

Subspace (also known as the "Sea of ​​Souls" or "High Heaven") is a mirror dimension of the real universe in this plane, formed by the convergence of all living beings' emotions and soul energy, and is essentially a "sea of ​​energy" or a "cosmic consciousness field".

It corresponds to the real world, representing the two dimensions of idealistic energy and pure matter.

However, unlike the other planes Jiang Bing had visited, in this world, the two were not so clearly distinct; instead, they were intertwined and mutually eroding.

The subspace of this world carries the souls of beings in the real universe, and the existence of all souls will reflect their own image in the subspace.

Initially, the subspace was a pure energy field, calm and vast.

However, as intelligent life emerged in the universe, especially after their emotions and desires were projected into the subspace, this seemingly peaceful space gradually revealed its violent side.

In particular, the subspace also bears the responsibility of being 'hell'.

Whenever a higher being passes away, their soul returns to the energy realm, and the emotions and memories experienced by these souls are transformed into energy, which gathers, condenses, and forms unique projections in the subspace.

Killing, lust, greed, debauchery, deception, fear, pain, hatred, anger, tyranny, fraud, conspiracy, lies, trickery, betrayal, despair, illness, decay, rot, vanity, narcissism...

For intelligent beings, a huge amount of negative desires are generated at all times, while the output of positive emotions is pitifully small.

This caused this pure energy field to quickly slide towards negative properties, and ultimately, this idealistic energy field became "haunted".

The 'Warspace Demon' was born as a result.

These products of negative energy are born demons, faithfully fulfilling the meanings and concepts corresponding to the negative energy that constitutes them.

They are born to oppose life and order, destined to blaspheme, kill, destroy, and corrupt everything.

Even so, the warp and the real world are still separated by a 'solid' 'veil' that 'firmly' keeps these demons out of the physical universe.

Those who wield psionic power are the holes in this 'veil'.

Chapter 932 Wild Psionicists

They are born extraordinary, naturally able to mobilize and manipulate energy from the subspace through their special physiques via 'holes' (that is, their own souls).

They are a natural bridge between two worlds.

Of course, they are also a scourge on the real world.

Countless demons seek out their projections in the warp, corrupting their souls, twisting their minds, and controlling their bodies, so that they can descend upon the real world and wreak havoc.

The good news is that Jiang Bing is not a native of this universe, so naturally no trace of his existence is reflected in the subspace.

He is now invisible to most beings in the warp.

The bad news is that his current invisibility doesn't mean he'll remain invisible forever.

In fact, the subspace is like a mirror, forever reflecting the real universe. As long as Jiang Bing uses his power, he will inevitably create waves in the subspace.

What he will have to face then is a 'demon' that is the embodiment of boundless negative energy.

He could naturally just leave.

However, they were lured with the promise of a key.

After all, the subspace is a reflection of the real universe. The matter in the material universe is boundless, and the energy in the subspace is naturally boundless as well.

This is all ether, all wealth, an inexhaustible wealth!

However, Jiang Bing faces a problem.

He could not peacefully connect the veil between the two universes. He wanted to draw energy from the subspace, which required tearing the veil apart, but doing so would undoubtedly drag the entire planet beneath his feet into chaos.

Mr. Jiang was unwilling to do this.

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.

But that doesn't mean he has no other options.

As Jiang Bing slowly and methodically hammered the broken thing in his hand with the most primitive hand hammer, he 'raised his eyes' to look at the target he had been inspecting.

A psionicist.

An illegal psychic.

He sat inside the room, his golden eyes shining, casting his gaze upon the dozen or so prisoners outside the rooms.

The honeycomb wall, lower to middle level, inside a large room.

The rattling of chains startled the drowsy old cripple, Olak, who quickly went to the door and stood guard vigilantly.

"I said, why don't you give her a sedative or something, so she can just fall asleep and that'll be the end of it."

The caravan members inside the room had already removed their cloaks, revealing their well-equipped combat armor underneath.

If Doria were here, she would definitely be very familiar with these people's equipment, after all, she had recently found three sets.

“Shut up. She must stay sober until she reaches her destination.”

A burly man with a scarred face glanced at the inexplicably frenzied "cargo" with disgust and impatiently explained to their guide.

"Keep a close eye on her. If she struggles too violently, activate the torsion collar," he ordered his men somewhat irritably before leaving to see if he had alerted anyone nearby.

But the goods he was talking about were still struggling.

This is a woman.

A woman with an ordinary appearance, but with a pair of pure blue eyes.

She was a psionicist, an illegal psionicist, a cargo that the caravan's 'owner' had acquired at a high price.

The woman was very thin, and her clothes were tattered, revealing her filthy skin and emaciated body.

Her head was shaved bald, and solid, heavy shackles were firmly fastened to her neck, wrists, and ankles, constantly flashing with light.

These shackles, locked together in pairs by magnetism, bound the woman's hands and feet together, severely restricting her mobility.

Even in this state, she was still convulsing and writhing on the ground like a dancing maggot.

Sharp, terrified screams kept escaping her mouth, but they were tightly blocked by the mask covering her face, turning into a series of chaotic babbling sounds.

"Hey, what's wrong with this crazy woman now? Could she really be possessed by a ghost?" A guard, watching her erratic behavior, discussed it with his companion out of boredom.

"Who knows? It's said that these sorcerers are born to cause trouble, and the empire requires that they be dealt with immediately upon sight."

The woman was still struggling frantically, pounding her fists on the floor with a loud bang.

The guards watching over her showed no mercy. Seeing that her madness was becoming increasingly intense, they did not hesitate to activate the electric shock function of the torsion collar on her body.

Visible arcs of electricity flashed from the shackles, instantly stunning the illegal psychic, causing him to stiffen, tremble uncontrollably, and collapse to the ground with his mouth and eyes distorted.

A pungent, fishy smell spread throughout the small space, causing the group to cover their mouths and noses.

"C, this madman got electrocuted again. Ricardo, didn't I tell you not to press it for so long? You're in charge this time."

"No, please!"

The guard named Ricardo tried to drag someone into the water, but everyone ignored him. He could only resign himself to his fate and pick up tools to clean up the filth on the ground, kicking the culprit a few times as a way of venting his anger.

Soon, the squad leader opened the door and went inside.

As soon as he entered, a fishy, ​​pungent smell hit his nostrils, instantly making him realize what had just happened.

The captain raised his hand to look at the thick tactical communication board on his forearm, and tossed a few newly bought plastic bottles of 'purified water' to the guard.

"Give her some water. I see her vital signs are a bit dehydrated. Don't let her die of thirst."

"At the very least, she can't die before she gets to her destination."

"clear"

One of the team members took the bottle, brought it close to the woman's face, and temporarily opened the feeding opening on her face, intending to give her some water.

Psychic energy possesses all sorts of incredible powers. Even though the woman had not received any training and her psychic energy level was not considered strong, her body still spontaneously drew psychic energy from the subspace to repair her damaged body and give her powerful vitality.

So although she had just been electrocuted, her injuries were not as serious as expected.

Water with a slightly unpleasant odor rushed into her mouth, causing her to cough repeatedly and jolting her awake from her unconsciousness.

"It's here!"

The woman's weak screams and wails sounded like fingernails scraping against glass, and her blue eyes instantly turned completely white.

"It saw me and followed me~"

The guards immediately rushed forward to try and shut off the woman's feeding trough, but she desperately dodged and shouted at the captain.

"Run! It's coming! Run!"

The captain remained calm, watching as the mask locked shut again, and the woman's mad voice abruptly stopped.

The remaining purified water was tossed to the other people in the room by the team leader.

"I've checked the water quality; it meets the Level III purification standard. I'll make do with this water and quickly replenish my energy to check the equipment."

"Ten hours later, we will set off for our destination. In these last few hours, we will keep a close eye on her."

Everyone readily agreed.

Chapter 933 The Great 'City of Night'

Under the warm orange light, the two stood facing each other, both with solemn expressions.

The huntress drew a dagger and began stabbing it repeatedly into a makeshift suit of armor.

She was very satisfied with the protective capabilities demonstrated by the armor.

The two guns were also restored to their original condition, except that they had some wasteland-style patches on them, which greatly affected their appearance.

However, the bottom nest has never cared about this.

The female hunter tossed Jiang Bing a small bag made of insulated cable sheathing; inside were 11 miniature high-energy batteries, commonly known as 'energy blocks'.

This bottle cap-sized object is very common in Nest City and can be considered a universal version of a 'size AA battery'.

Forty thousand years from now, energy storage technology will be highly advanced. Such an energy block can provide lighting for a standard dwelling for more than a month, allow a general-purpose night vision device to work continuously for more than half a week, power a breathing device for several days without interruption, and even power a laser weapon to unleash dozens of deadly beams.