Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 918 Time flies
"We must, we must give birth to—"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't startle it."

Amidst whispers, the underground space, resembling a sports stadium, had been deliberately emptied. The steel dome and walls stood bare, except for the center.

In the center of the venue, a large amount of equipment was placed.

The people whispered amongst themselves, looking down with a mixture of trepidation and excitement—

They were positioned on higher ground, observing the venue through huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The latter also had people standing there, but far fewer in number, almost negligible.

Without exception, the people standing next to that pile of equipment at this moment are all heavyweights and leading figures in the "space jump" project.

In principle, for this experiment—the first verification experiment attempting to transport real people through a wormhole—they all had to stand aside, or at least not this close. Otherwise, if the experiment went wrong, such as the equipment creating the wormhole exploding, this short distance could easily wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, there are always exceptions.

"Wow! The president is here?!"

Besides the project leaders, there was an uninvited guest in the room. He was not tall but had a strangely powerful physique and a handsome appearance. Except that he had replaced the suits he usually wore to important occasions on television with an everyday overcoat, this was none other than the current president.

Chaklo Vaughn!
Noticing the many gazes directed at him, the man inside turned around, smiled, and nodded to the project team members behind the glass window.

Among the crowd were many who considered themselves to be rational, but upon seeing this scene, they couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and excitement.

This is no ordinary person; they are qualified to enter the "Space Jump" project. Outside, they would all be considered geniuses and elites, but compared to the man before them, compared to this super psionicist who overthrew the Corporate Alliance…
"let's start."

Chakro nodded to the person in front of him.

"Yes!" After a brief reply, the other person saluted and then put on a fully enclosed helmet resembling a spacesuit. This volunteer, selected from the military, was now dressed in a technologically advanced bodysuit—a specially designed "wormhole suit" designed to ensure his safety.

—This was the original design.

"Don't be afraid, just do it the way you usually train." Chaklo patted the man's shoulder and said gently, "I'm here."

"Yes!" The other party was silent for a moment, then bowed again, this time shouting even louder.

He then walked toward the door in front of him—a round device with a pale blue halo flowing around its outline, like a magical portal from a fairy tale. It was large enough for three people to pass through at the same time, and silvery-white energy vortexes surged within the door frame, slowly rotating like a liquid galaxy.

This is the result of the New Order Federation's five-month-long replication of the Singularity technology, "Spatial Jump." Conventional matter, electronic devices, intelligent machinery, and small to medium-sized living beings have all been successfully teleported and verified. Next up is the most crucial element: "living humans."

Just as the volunteers headed to the wormhole generator, waiting for the final parameters to be adjusted before jumping in, several project leaders couldn't help but glance at Chaklo a few times.

"Uh." Chakro asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm." The silver-haired old man, a technical leader who came from the Enlightened Ones, stammered a few times.

“I guess Austin means, why are you willing to resurrect the dead?” On the other side, the professor, who came from the scientific ethics committee, was not afraid to speak frankly: “The fact that you can resurrect the dead is a secret, but it is not for us.”

Their status was already extraordinary before, and after personally participating in the "space jump" project, this resume will undoubtedly elevate them to a higher level, making them important figures in the New Order Federation.

The president's psychic powers, "reversing death." They are qualified to know.

"Do you think I'm so heartless?" Chakro asked in return.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then chose to remain silent.

Another project leader, after listening for a while, couldn't help but speak up: "That's actually quite inhumane. Mr. President, I've heard a lot of rumors. Many people—your comrades, your loyal subordinates, and the descendants of your deceased friends—have come to you, each hoping that you will wield your noble hand and resurrect the person they long for."

“Those willing to give up all their merits are nothing compared to what I’ve heard. The most ruthless rumor I’ve heard is that someone would give up the lives of ten Imperial Knights plus their own to exchange for the chance to revive a friend.” Chaklo listened patiently, then shook his head.

“I have mastered the ‘reversal of death,’ and from the first day I attained it, I have reminded myself that I must have a restrained and cautious mind.” Chakro seemed to be talking about something unrelated: “I must approach death with the most conservative attitude.”

He said, "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on using it—caution isn't passivity, and restraint isn't inaction. I won't lock 'reversing death' away in a safe; I just..."

“Respect life,” Chaklo said.

"Mmm." The other person nodded subconsciously.

"That's why I didn't grant their request. Death is not an hourglass that can be turned over at will, but a boundary that needs and must be respected."

The other person rubbed his forehead: "Your Excellency, please allow me to be a little offensive." He even made a joke first, trying to soften the atmosphere: "Oh, obviously I only dare to say these things in front of you. If it were any other [True Spirit], I definitely wouldn't dare to utter a single word."

"So, if I may be so bold, do you think that volunteers—yes, I certainly understand their nobility—are cheaper than the sacrifices of your former subordinates? That doesn't explain your behavior today."

Chaklo looked directly at him calmly: "Nigel Price."

The volunteer's name.

"This is a purely scientific and exploratory goal. If his death were to occur, it would be the first step for the entire New Order Federation into the unknown. Reversing his death is my guarantee and compensation for this action—not as Chaklo Vaughn, but as the current president of the New Order Federation."

"The heroes who fell for us in establishing the New Order Federation, their sacrifices have built our present day, this heavy, unquestionable, and unshakable monument. And this volunteer today, his sacrifice is for our new tomorrow."

The other person was speechless for a moment, then pondered for a second, seemingly wanting to say something. But the next moment, he nodded with a wry smile.

He heard it.

"May the departed rest in peace, and may the living find courage."

Bang——

A crisp chewing sound.

"Tsk, VE, can't you be serious for once?"

Song Shi said unhappily.

VE, on the other end of the sofa, was stuffing popcorn into his mouth haphazardly while holding a bucket of popcorn. He commented, "If you had 'Reverse Death,' I feel like you'd just recklessly issue resurrection bonds and create inflation."

"Please stop being so stereotypical."

Song Shi retorted, then shrugged: "But I think you're right."

"I think you're better at dealing with stereotypes than I am."

VE pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on a scene in the video: a volunteer had passed through a wormhole and then successfully emerged at another test site 140 kilometers away.

"okay."

She tossed the popcorn bucket aside and wiped her hands on the sofa.

"The final piece of the plan to sever the dragon veins has been completed."

(End of this chapter)