I have a city in another world

The three aliens were not leaders, but rather workers in this organization; they just looked very strange.

"They weren't born this way."

The bound assassin's soul, hovering on Tang Zhen's shoulder, now took the initiative to show off its knowledge and experience.

"This is a super brain human that has been modified and trained through special means. It is specially designed to receive and process various information. Its brain capacity is more than 20 times that of an ordinary person, and its development and utilization rate has reached 350 per thousand."

The primary task of the super-brain is to process various data and information, acting as a humanoid processing and storage device.

Since being killed and imprisoned by Tang Zhen and reduced to a soul state, the assassin has spent most of his time confined in darkness.

Perhaps influenced by death, or perhaps by loneliness and fear, the once icy ace assassin has now become a chatterbox.

Whenever he had a chance to speak, the assassin's mouth would never stop. He would not only answer Tang Zhen's questions, but also keep rambling on about one topic after another.

Tang Zhen did not impose any restrictions, but let the other party talk to himself, and learn about various secrets related to the Star Realm.

Although the super-brained human was strange, Tang Zhen didn't find it particularly unusual.

Various forms of physical modification are not uncommon in the myriad worlds, and are even regarded as a legitimate method of advancement by many cultivation organizations.

Those who cultivate the bloodline of the demon race, as well as the life wizards of the astral realm and the magic creators of the demon realm, are especially skilled at modifying flesh and blood creatures.

The three large-headed cultivators in front of us are a fairly mature type of superhuman modified beings, which exist in many places in the astral plane.

Although they are cultivators, they are not very strong. They are often cultivators with low talent for cultivation but excessive spiritual power.

Just like in the tech world, hardworking internet company employees are in a state of overworking their brains, resulting in sparse and thinning hair on their heads.

Special medications and surgery are used to allow the brain to develop a second time, growing until it meets the required standards.

In conjunction with other methods, the defects caused by the mutation are repaired to ensure that the superhumans can survive normally.

There are many similar methods of modification in the Astral Plane, but most of them are done behind the scenes.

The reason for this is that these types of modifiers often have shocking appearances, which can easily cause public panic and anxiety.

The answer Tang Zhen seeks may be found in the cyborgs.

With a gentle reach, two golden wires fell into Tang Zhen's hand, and then their surfaces crackled with electricity.

The three super-brained beings working suddenly stiffened, and their tiny, beady eyes bulged out instantly.

The eyes of the super-brain are very small, not much different from those of a normal person, but at this moment their size is comparable to that of a young child's head.

At the same time, Tang Zhen's eyes flickered as he continuously received information from the wires.

The specially made precious metal wires have extremely high data transmission efficiency. Unless it is a specially modified device or a super-modified object of the same level, it simply cannot withstand such a flow of information.

When information flows to a certain scale, it becomes a terrifying energy cluster. If it is released but not accepted, it will cause an energy shock similar to an explosion.

When Tang Zhen receives the information, he must withstand the energy impact, otherwise he will be instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

Being blown into a bloody mist does not mean death. One's own will will also disperse into the bloody mist, enduring endless pain and torment until the information flow completely dissipates.

Such a horrific way of dying is far more terrifying than being torn to pieces, so unless one is absolutely certain, no one would dare to easily accept and steal this data stream.

Tang Zhen's divine sense was incredibly powerful, completely unafraid of such an information overload, and he could even filter and categorize it simultaneously.

All sorts of useless information are filtered out in this process, leaving only what Tang Zhen wants.

Tang Zhen completed the reading and filtering process in one minute.

He casually tossed two precious metal wires aside, and sparks flew wildly, causing the screens on the surrounding walls to emit thick smoke.

The three big-headed guys, like deflated toads, slumped onto the chairs with their long tongues lolling out.

They didn't lose their lives, but their mental state was affected, and they need to rest for a while to recover.

She would retain no memory of her own experience or Tang Zhen's intelligence gathering. This was actually a good thing, as it would save her a lot of trouble; otherwise, she might have been dragged into it and unknowingly lost her life.

Having achieved his objective, Tang Zhen saw no need to linger.

The unusual situation in the store alerted the customers and staff, who rushed forward to see what was going on.

Tang Zhen walked out, while the group of people rushed in, and the two sides met face to face.

However, this group of people did not see Tang Zhen at all, and continued to move forward.

At that moment, Tang Zhen casually pulled a defensive grenade from one of the men's waists, pulled the fuse, and then shoved it into the man's hand.

This group of greedy and ignorant fools, who want to profit from searching for and hunting down Tang Zhen, must be severely punished.

If this trend is not stopped, more reckless individuals will participate in this manhunt and killing of Tang Zhen.

However, 99% of the participants were not qualified to participate at all; they were just a bunch of fools who overestimated their abilities.

Their fervor stemmed not only from the high reward offered, but also from their belief that Tang Zhen was easy to bully, being alone and vulnerable.

Even a mighty tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. Once Tang Zhen's whereabouts are exposed, he will inevitably be surrounded and killed.

This is the thinking of low-level cultivators. They always feel that this task is very simple, which is why they flock to it like flies to the smell of blood.

High-level cultivators took this matter very seriously and dared not be careless in the slightest.

Having gone through so much, if one still thinks Tang Zhen is a pushover who can be easily manipulated, then one is courting death.

Tang Zhen is indeed powerful, but he is all alone and has no backing in the Star Boundary.

How can one seek benefits without taking risks?

Once the operation succeeds, the benefits will be immeasurable, equivalent to having one foot on the path to divinity.

With such a huge temptation, who could resist?

The attacks against Tang Zhen will only intensify in the future, with more and more powerful figures joining in.

Especially those high-level cultivators who want to become gods but have never found the way, may even regard Tang Zhen as their only hope.

It is only polite to reciprocate; Tang Zhen's counterattack will officially begin from this moment.

The group of cultivators who rushed forward only saw that the door to the information room was tightly closed, and outsiders could not enter unless they had the necessary authorization.

As the group's progress was hindered and they began to discuss amongst themselves, a low-level cultivator turned pale.

He stared at the bomb in his hand, because the countdown was about to end.

The weapon explosion was irreversible, and in such a confined underground space, it would cause terrible damage.

He just couldn't understand why a bomb with triple safety features would be activated so inexplicably.
When he finally came to his senses and tried to throw the bomb, a blinding light suddenly burst forth before his eyes.

With a deafening roar, the large group of cultivators who had gathered together scattered and flew about like light rag dolls.

The violent airflow tore everything apart, and the impact caused bones to break and tendons to snap, while thick smoke and flames rose up in the process.

Fires in underground cities often cause terrible casualties; billowing smoke and suffocation can easily take lives.

To control it, you need to decisively shut off the air source; without oxygen, the flame will stop burning.

However, if you are unlucky enough to be trapped in a fire, there is basically no chance of survival.

The loud explosion startled shopkeepers and passersby in the underground street, who all gathered around to see what was happening.

Those in control of the surrounding area immediately dispatched personnel to the fire scene to assess the situation.

Not long after, a cultivator emerged from the fire and explained the situation inside.
Inside the shop, apart from the three super-brain beings trapped in the sealed room, the remaining customers and staff were either dead or injured; the scene of the explosion was horrific. (End of Chapter)