death of hope

Chapter 1063 "Psionic Storm" (136) Psionic Shackles

"fighting?"

Li Ang lifted a strand of Yuna's blonde hair, his heart aching at the sight of the shaved scalp, the numerous suture marks left from the craniotomy a horrifying sight:
“You’re having trouble walking, darling. You’re completely pale. That old Joseph has worn you out. Leave the fighting to me.”

"I have strength...you'll see."

Yuna grabbed Li Ang's hand and tightened it sharply, making a cracking sound from her knuckles.

"Um?!"

Li Ang was shocked by the force he felt. For him, the grip strength wasn't particularly strong, but it was still enough to pass the physical fitness test for Terra Federation soldiers.

It's hard to imagine that Yuna, who was bullied at school, a girl who was bedridden for a long time, a white mouse that had undergone multiple dissections and radiation experiments, this poor girl who was seriously injured and dying, could still have such strength when she was on the verge of death.

(Strange...is it just my imagination?)

Li Ang tried to put her down and found that Yuna's long legs were actually standing firmly.

Even Yuna herself found it incredible: "Ever since I woke up, I've felt that my self-healing speed is incredibly fast, and my physical condition changes almost every minute."

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Just as Li Ang was wondering, he suddenly heard a "beep beep beep" sound from the instrument. He turned his head and saw that it was the room's psionic detector alarming.
The red hand wasn't fixed on any particular value, nor did it swing; instead, it was strangely spinning on the white dial.
The pointer was spinning erratically, sometimes clockwise and sometimes counterclockwise, indicating that the level of psionic energy in the room had exceeded the limit, and by a significant margin.

Li Ang then looked at Yuna's neck, wrists, and ankles, and instantly understood the red marks left by the restraint devices she had worn for a long time.
When they rescued her, the implanted tracker, psychic suppression collar, leg irons, and handcuffs had all been removed.
In addition, I deliberately didn't inject her with the psychic suppressant last night, and I also reduced the dosage of the sedative and anesthetic.

Li Ang realized that the Zero Talent in front of him was in a state of complete freedom, with abundant spiritual energy gushing out like ionizing radiation, like a walking reactor core.

Li Ang recalled a project team meeting a few weeks ago, where Director Joseph had said that Zero's abilities had increased rather than decreased despite being constantly bound and suppressed by psionic energy. Such a powerful talent had never appeared in history, and without a case study, there was no reference.

Everyone on the project team believed that Zero would eventually go berserk and lose control, so the old man decided to increase the intensity of the experiment, collect all the data, and then kill Zero to make a specimen.

Li Ang said with a solemn expression, "I see. Because you weren't restrained, your self-healing ability was enhanced, and you even became stronger..."

However, it's too strong and uncontrollable; the risk of a psionic energy surge increases exponentially... sudden death could happen at any moment... it's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing..."

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"Tetsuya-kun...actually..."

I…

I like how I feel right now.
"I have the strength... to control my own destiny. Even if I die the next second, I don't want to be a burden anymore..."

Jinguji Yuna tried taking a few steps, feeling her legs gain strength, and her eyes became confident and determined:
"I'm so tall...and I'm an adult, but I'm still like a child...I rely on others for everything..."

I can sense... those rooms are filled with poor souls like me, and I want to help them, to help Tetsuya-kun...

I just... hope that good people will be safe... If I can be of any help, I'll die without regrets..."

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(As expected of Yuna, no matter how badly this ugly world has ravaged her, she always thinks of others...)
Leon lowered his head in shame, feeling as insignificant as a sinner before a noble saint.
"Actually, I didn't intend to save everyone; I just wanted to create chaos to make it easier for us to escape... Uh... things have come to this, the whole plan is messed up, we have no choice but to fight... Come with me..."

Gunshots echoed in area B14 as the corporate warriors continued their fierce battle with the monster.

Continuing forward, the two arrived at the cell at the end.
Because the Trojan virus had worked, the security door had been unlocked, and inside the cage was a tall, thin man, who was tied behind his back to a stainless steel chair with a strong climbing rope.

His mouth was taped shut, and he had collars, handcuffs, and shackles on his neck, wrists, and ankles to suppress his psychic abilities.

"Pointy ears... an Elven race?"

Yuna was startled by the man's bitter and resentful eyes. When the man saw Li Ang appear, he looked like he wanted to devour him, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

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As soon as Li Ang ripped the tape off the man's mouth, the man started cursing:
"Company dog! Don't even think about getting any information out of me! Just kill me already!"

Li Ang was sprayed with spittle all over his face, but he remained silent as he helped the man remove the psionic limiter and untie the ropes.

"Fine, so you're trying to be gentle if hard tactics don't work, huh? Let me tell you! Sugar-coated bullets won't work on me!"

As soon as the Spirit Race member was freed, he threw a powerful punch at Li Ang, using the unique martial arts of the Ark Spirit Race. The punch was powerful and swift, and even a professional human fighter would find it difficult to defend himself.

However, he faced a dragon among men, the renowned 'Prince of Ix', Leon Vilnius, known for his bravery.

Li Ang used his family's martial arts to deflect the attack, remaining defensive and refusing to retaliate. Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, the man considered using his spiritual energy to attack.
He suddenly noticed that behind Li Ang was a tall, beautiful blonde woman in a hospital gown, who was covering her mouth in alarm, seemingly terrified by the fight between the two men.

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The Eldar are renowned for their psychic abilities, and Drizzt Darkmoon, who possesses royal Eldar blood from the Ark, is a master among them.

However, Drizzt sensed that the blonde woman's powerful energy far surpassed his own.
The most powerful psyker Twisted Fate had ever seen was the Queen of the Elves, known as the 'Ancestor of the Psykers' and famous for her privateering fleet, yet even she was far less powerful than this female human from Terra before him.

(This... how is this possible?! She's like a cold, unyielding star... the intensity of this energy... it's completely defies common sense...)

If you use psionic energy in front of her... you'll be instantly killed...
Tristana took a step back, his eyes widened, and he steeled himself, ready to throw a punch in desperation, but was stopped by Li Ang's loud shout:

"Hey! You pointy-eared thing! Don't you want to save your own daughter?!"
Drizzt Darkmoon paused for a moment, his fist hovering in the air.

Li Ang continued, "Evely Darkmoon, that's your daughter's name, isn't it?"

Tristana's anger returned: "For my daughter... I even betrayed Zh1... I've lost all sense of decency... But you bunch of corporate dogs... I gave you the information and you won't release her!"

"Hey, what a coincidence! I just betrayed the company too. Stop talking nonsense. If you want to save people, shut up and follow me."

After saying that, Li Ang turned and left. Yuna was a little afraid of this alien. "Wait for me... Tetsuya-kun..." she ran after him.

Drizzt was completely bewildered. He looked at the untied ropes and shackles on the ground, cursed under his breath, and chased after them.