Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 861 Going deep underground
The injuries are numerous and varied.

For psychics, "healing," "recovery," and "rest" don't necessarily require finding a place to sit and bury oneself in seclusion. At least Song Shi didn't need to do that.

He walked slowly and steadily across the lunar soil.

It's hard to call these lunar soils anymore.

Having endured blows from himself, Brontë, Yvette Gregory, and other members of the Fifth Ring, Yuuki underwent an inevitable change. Looking at the area beneath his feet, it seemed as if thousands of hydraulic presses had struck within hundreds of miles, and the craters and pits were smoothed out like putty used to plaster walls.

Brontë's spatial manipulation tore the surface apart, creating a striking crack that stretched for thousands of miles.

Xu Yu dispatched nanobots to conduct a simple survey of the geological environment, temporarily patching and reinforcing it to ensure it wouldn't expand anytime soon, and then left it alone.

Currently, several people are either injured or disabled, and they don't have the energy to continue causing trouble.

Song Shi raised his eyes, and a halo of light appeared on the horizon—the sun's radiance. It shone directly on the surface of the setting moon, much brighter and more dazzling than that of Terra.

Simply because there is no atmosphere to block or obstruct it.

Song Shi thought of it.

—I don't know if it's good or bad.

Based on his understanding, building an artificial atmosphere, improving the geological environment, and adjusting the ecosystem for Xiyue, until it becomes a second Terra, is technically not a big problem.

The only concern might be the cost, but as a giant corporation, the [Central Hub] possesses enormous resources. If it were to go all in, it could probably accomplish the task on its own.

There's no need for that. First, even a giant corporation like Xiyue would have to devote its entire being to transforming it. If all its energy is tied up in this one project, other companies will definitely take the opportunity to vie for its interests.

Secondly, according to the strategic plan of the [Zenith Center], they hope to transform Sunset Moon into a "deep space war fortress" rather than a so-called small Terra. Admittedly, the latter can accommodate more people—but Sunset Moon does not need to keep so many people.

Having "celestial beings" is enough.

"What if it really becomes a second Terra?"

Song Shi watched as the light gradually rose above the horizon, like a calm tide slowly engulfing the earth.

Such a scene is probably no longer possible.

A moment later, Song Shi arrived in front of a huge gate. It was embedded in the ground, with a radius of more than twenty meters, and was one of the sinkholes leading to the underground part of the "Lonely Sea".

There was a flash of fire.

Song Shi disappeared from the spot and reappeared 4,300 meters underground.

Compared to the bright and spacious upper floors, the space becomes increasingly cramped as you go down. Dense pipes fill the dome, their rusted surfaces mottled, and industrial chandeliers along the way cast a pale white light, reflecting the dampness.

Snapped.

The orange-yellow elevator stopped and slowly opened, revealing a transport platform large enough to accommodate a hundred people at once. Only one person stepped out.

As Song Shi paced around, crackling sounds quickly arose, all the moisture evaporated, and the cold underground space instantly warmed up.

On both sides of the corridor were rows of standardized rooms. Hearing the noises outside, many rooms made rustling sounds. People pressed their faces against the windows of the doors and cautiously peered out.

I've never seen the people who came before; they're all strangers.
That's not important. What's important is that this physical characteristic is not that of a "celestial being".
After a long period of reprimand, no one dared to speak, and the corridor fell into a deathly silence. Song Shi stopped in front of the nearest room, and the person who had been peering out the window immediately retreated back inside. Because the lights were off, the room was pitch black, with only some blurry outlines visible.

But "darkness" could not stop Song Shi.

He glanced around; the twelve-person room was completely full, with garbage piled up in the corners and sewage flowing from under the black bags, emitting an unpleasant odor.

When they saw Song Shi looking at them, they instinctively shrank back, lowered their heads, and dared not look directly at him.

Song Shi looked at the other rooms, and they were all the same. Almost everyone had undergone excessive industrial cybernetic modifications, resulting in bizarre shapes; some of them were worthy of being exhibits in an industrial museum. The pillows on the beds were filled with empty bottles of painkillers.

"My lord. My lord."

Suddenly the silence was broken. The door and window bars of the fourth-to-last room were gripped tightly by two hands, and a head peered out, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"You're not a 'celestial being,' are you?"

"How do you know?" Song Shi asked.

The man paused for a moment, then managed to stammer, "They don't look alike."

Seeing the other person laugh, he disregarded everything else and asked rapidly, "What's going on up there? It's been making a constant rumbling noise, it's so noisy... Could it be that someone is rebelling again?"

"It's not ringing again, has it failed again?" He paused, then asked anxiously, "Sir, sir, what happened!"

Song Shi nodded: "There have been people who resisted before? That makes sense, it's only natural. Let's talk about something you know?"

"Chat?" The other person looked like they wanted to punch Song Shi in the face. After a few seconds, he managed to suppress his emotions.

To be honest, this person was not very good at speaking, and he could hardly speak fluently, but Song Shi still listened to him.

While the Moonlit Night is indeed much smaller than Terra, it is still a celestial body, and a massive workforce is essential to fully utilize its potential and develop its value.

Furthermore, since "humans" are much cheaper than "machines," the giant corporation [Zenith Central] has been transferring corporate alliance members to Xiyue through various means since its inception, using them as the cheapest labor force to contribute to its great cause.

The immigrants come from diverse backgrounds: some were scammed by intermediaries and resold; some were attracted by the promotional blueprints of the "Celestial Central Hub" and yearned for a life of luxury; some couldn't make a living on Earth and planned to speculate in the heavens; and some were forced to leave their hometowns by mandatory administrative transfer orders and were driven here.
Then, 99% of them, once transported to the spacecraft, were taken into the disinfection room, purified and disinfected, then fitted with positioning and explosive dual-purpose collars around their necks, and thrown into their work posts to work day and night.

They also signed a work-on-debt contract, with the [Zenith Center] providing them with expensive engineering prosthetics and implant surgeries—at least, the purchase list showed very high prices. They couldn't leave until the contract was fully paid off.

However, over the years, immigrants have occasionally lost their patience and rebelled in order to set foot on the land they have longed for once again.

Legend has it that the most significant and closest to success occurred when an immigrant, after awakening his psychic powers, did not choose to join the Zenith Central like the others who had awakened, but instead transformed into a "celestial being."

He chose to conceal his true intentions, patiently enduring for several years until he broke through to the second ring. He then rallied a group of people to breach a guarded weapons depot, hijacked a lunar tourism ship, and attempted to return to Terra.
Then, in the pitch-black depths of space, a burst of fireworks appeared, briefly blazing before fading into silence once more.

"Are you aware of the all-out war between the Enterprise Alliance and the New Order Federation?"

The man and his roommates looked at each other blankly. After a long while, he forced a bleak smile.

"My lord, no matter how lively the fighting is on the ground, how can it control what's happening in the sky?"

(End of this chapter)