Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 903 Archimedes' Machine
“Sincerity,” Orion Cog said, his voice sounding like the friction of a gear train slowly turning, coated in thick, oily grease. “You should strike first.”

The price is far too high.

Song Shi's voice came from the other end.

It's clearly furious, looking for something to vent its anger on. You think I'll take the first hit so you can reap the benefits? You're overthinking it.

I have to remind you, Ogden is with me. If he can get in, there's no reason he shouldn't be able to get out. You're the one who should be worried.

There was silence for a moment.

After a silent standoff, Orion finally broke the silence, gazing at the listless, dormant "electronic ghosts" behind him.

"When you launch the first attack, I will assist you."

There was no immediate response from the other end, as if they were weighing the pros and cons. A few seconds later, Song Shi's voice rang out again.

I can accept that, but you must swear an oath. I want you to swear to your emperor that you will keep your promise.

“In His Majesty’s name,” Orion Cog said calmly, “I will keep my promise.”

Now the credibility is not an issue. Based on Song Shi's dealings with the imperial people, they are extremely devout in any matter involving the emperor.

"--nailed it."

Song Shi disconnected the communication: "He's the last one."

Ogden, who had been staring down at the data tablet and fiddling with something, didn't look up: "It's estimated that the hole will be repaired in seventeen hours."

“I’m all set.” VE’s pupils were crimson, making it difficult to tell if there were any blood vessels in them. “Everything is ready.”

"What? Are you targeting me?" Ogden retorted in a flash: "Everyone else is fine, are you just waiting for me?"

VE squinted, didn't reply, and tapped the ground with her index finger.

In less than a second, Ogden's data tablet suddenly displayed a series of bomb emojis, refreshing wildly one after another, even breaking through the screen and almost exploding in Ogden's face.

Amidst the rising smoke, Ogden rallied and decisively launched a counterattack.

Just as neither side knew which round the match would begin, Song Shi was checking his own condition.

Since the technical issues were irrelevant to him, he only needed to ensure that he could provide sufficient combat power—VE was already considered severely injured, while Ogden was even more severely injured, equivalent to being half-crippled.

The combat strength remains at 50%.

Song Shi lightly cupped his five fingers, and the flames followed him like a shadow, sometimes dispersing and sometimes gathering. Even though they were no longer as magnificent as they were at their peak, they still exuded a heart-palpitating aura.

The current me, the current "Southern Dipper," possesses such power.

We've really come a long way.

I have the right to say this: the psychic known as "Song Shi" has left an indelible mark on the path of [Da Yuan].

Even the sixth ring, the [God's Throne], which was once something I could only look up to and never even had the right to touch, was now only two steps away from me.

Including, depth 7.

No one could help but be curious about this place, and I was no exception. Before diving, I wondered what Depth 7 would be like, whether it was truly an abyss within an abyss, a purgatory within a purgatory, a forbidden zone that was absolutely forbidden to be entered.

But after actually arriving here
Admittedly, the oppression was terrifying. Even I felt quite uncomfortable, my whole body lacked energy, and every movement felt like it was being pulled by an invisible force, making me sluggish and viscous. A fourth-ring psychic immersed in Depth 7 would probably be completely corroded away, becoming just another handful of dregs in the abyss. Even a fifth-ring psychic would suffer long-term effects if left here for too long.

But for myself now, a Depth 7 is just so-so.

Of course, it cannot be ignored, but there is no need to be afraid of it. The powerful and redundant pressure on ordinary psionicists, high-level psionicists, and even fifth-ring psionicists is indeed stressful, but you can grit your teeth and bear it.

Quite disappointing.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to experience the feeling of immense pressure that I had when I was weaker in the past. If things continue like this, I really need to put "black hole exploration" on my journal and go see what the internal environment of that thing is like to see if it's stressful enough.

"Archimedes! Have you finished calculating yet?!"

Song Shi's thoughts were interrupted by Ogden's loud voice.

"Sir, my eagerness won't yield accurate results. I'm still working on it, and it should take another eleven minutes. Would you like me to make you some tea first?"

"Hmm?" The voice came suddenly and was clearly a completely new voice. Song Shi subconsciously turned his head to look and saw a humanoid creature the size of a fist that looked like a waterwheel come to life.

The body beneath the waterwheel head was dressed in an extremely loose, off-white robe. Upon seeing Song Shi's gaze, it calmly gave a salute.

Song Shi was startled, stared for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

"You are... wow, this feeling is that you're also a 'spinning machine'?!"

“Oh, ‘spinning machine’? I’ve heard that name from you, sir.”

It smiled demurely: "If you mean the beings born from the abyss, then I suppose yes, I am also a 'weaving machine'."

"However, I would prefer you to call me by another name."

It introduces itself.

"—The full name is 'Archimedes' machine'."

VE was even more surprised than Song Shi. She stared intently at the Archimedes machine and exclaimed incredulously, "You successfully replicated Dwight's 'Miniature Abyss' project?!"

Ogden reveled in the astonishment, as if every pore on his body had opened up: "Dwight had a good idea, preparing to create a miniature version of the 'Abyss,' then he failed, but instead gained an unexpected product. The piece of the Abyss that was cut off collapsed into a 'loom.'"

"Ha, do you think I'm like you, only able to watch the show and find something strange after getting access to the 'spinning machine' in prison?"

“I am the product of Mr. Archimedes’ replication of the ‘spinning machine’, the only successful product.” Archimedes Machine took over the conversation, politely: “Depth 7 is the birthplace of me, this is my home, and it is only right that I should guide everyone and give them a tour. However, there is a big guy taking up the space now, and I can’t do anything about it.”

Song Shi only asked one question: "Can you withstand the pressure of Depth 7? Even if you were born from the Abyss and have excellent innate adaptability, Depth 7 is not something that can be endured by a mere talent."

“You’re insane, Ogden.” VE grabbed her hair, she had already figured it out, and said through gritted teeth, “You really are something else, you’ll do anything to yourself!”

"Crazy?"

Ogden tapped his temple with his index finger, a smile spreading across his face.

Under the influence of the primal psionic "infinite power" and datafication, Ogden Christopher, who was once infinitely divided into basic units...

In his proud openness, VE saw that the Archimedes machine merged and connected with him, like two different colored grains of sand stuffed into the same bottle, forming a strange yet eerily harmonious appearance!

"Without a spirit of dedication, how can one expect substantial rewards?"

(End of this chapter)