Chapter 61

Unless one is a high-ranking individual with the ability or means to seal off their own thoughts.

Furthermore.

The abilities derived from “Psionics” are the natural nemesis of Kafka’s Spirit Whisper.

When Kafka attempts to plant a suggestion, a “Psionic” user can perceive her inner thoughts and respond in advance.

Likewise.

If someone has already been planted with a suggestion by Kafka, a “Psionic” user can also detect the abnormalities in their heart and mind, respond, or even turn the tables and set a trap for her.

And this.

Does not even take into account the not-insignificant combat capabilities of the “Psionic” users.

In her mind, the scene of the Jedi and the Protoss joining forces to battle “SCP-682,” the Hard-to-Destroy Reptile, surfaced once again.

She imagined a scenario of herself fighting a “Psionic” user.

The answer she arrived at was simple.

Among those of the same level, she would lose more often than she would win.

This result was not unexpected; Kafka sighed inwardly:

“Considering the Foundation as an opponent, the difficulty is too high…”

She now desperately hopes.

That the Foundation won’t suddenly appear and turn Elio’s script into a mess.

Especially Welt Yang of the Astral Express.

He has already made contact with four “Psionic” users from the Foundation.

Hopefully, this will not affect the plans of their “Stellaron Hunters.”

The plot they are currently pushing is already one of the very good ones among the futures Elio has foreseen.

She also wonders what attitude the Foundation’s Administrator holds toward the future of this universe.

……

Before the Gate of Otherworlds.

A transport ship bearing the Foundation’s insignia slowly descended.

Then, one “Psionic” user after another stepped out.

And they vaguely took familiar faces like Luke, Master Yoda, Artanis, and Zeratul as their leaders.

Artanis stood before the Gate of Otherworlds, his eyes glowing with a faint light, watching the world on the other side of the gate with vigilance.

On the way here, the Administrator had already informed them of the anomalies in this place.

And what they were to do on this trip was to inspect the area and see if they could occupy it, using it as an operational hub to control the “Unclean” disaster.

“Crossing this mirror, we will be at the ‘Center of the World’.”

“Stay vigilant.”

Having said that, Artanis ignited his psi-blade and walked in first.

Luke held his lightsaber horizontally, lowered his center of gravity, and followed closely behind.

The moment they passed through the Gate of Otherworlds, a strange emotion enveloped them.

Immediately after, countless figures appeared in their sight like ghosts.

They stood on the ground, floated in the air, were embedded in the walls… they surrounded the “Psionic” users from every direction.

Dense and packed, leaving no gaps.

Consequently, Luke voluntarily severed his connection to “Psionics.”

In that very instant, the ghosts all vanished, as if they had never appeared.

And when he restored his connection to “Psionics,” the group of ghosts appeared again.

They held no malice, were neither sad nor happy; they simply watched the “Psionic” users entering this world with pure curiosity.

They asked the “Psionic” users:

Why them?

Why did all this happen?

Artanis and Zeratul exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s thoughts.

“This situation is strange and eerie…”

Thus, they simultaneously swung their psi-blades to see if “Psionics” could harm them.

They did not attempt to dodge, allowing Artanis to test them.

The psi-blade swept through, but hit nothing at all.

It seemed that what existed here were merely phantoms of the past.

A moment later, Artanis asked them:

“Who are you?”

They replied:

“We were once human; now we are the monsters known as the ‘Unclean’.”

As soon as these words were spoken, all the “Psionic” users were stunned, and the audience was also somewhat dazed.

“Wait a second, since when do the ‘Unclean’ have the ability to think?”

“What kind of development is this? A group of ghosts calling themselves the ‘Unclean’?”

“I’m dizzy. Which one is the ‘Unclean’? Is it that hideous monster, or this group of somewhat dazed spirits?”

Luke Skywalker also didn’t quite understand their answer:

“Since you can still think, why do you keep devouring and assimilating humans?”

“Have you been reduced to nothing but instinct?”

They replied:

“We are not equivalent to the ‘Unclean’; we cannot interfere with the actions of the ‘Unclean’.”

“We remember everything. Everyone touched by the ‘Unclean’ became part of the ‘Unclean’. We are safe inside the ‘Unclean’, but to you, we are already dead.”

“We are indeed dead, as if we have entered heaven or hell, achieving a kind of false eternity.”

“Inside the ‘Unclean’, everything is eternal—all thoughts, all feelings, all fears.”

“So…”

“Help us! Help us! Help us!”

“Please let us die!”

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“Herta” Space Station, Herta’s office.

March 7th, like a cat with its fur standing on end, clung tightly to Bai Bai Xuan.

The scene of countless pale ghosts layered upon one another, covering the screen.

Caused quite a significant impact on the young girl’s heart.

Her face was now deathly pale, her body trembling uncontrollably—clearly, she was terrified.

Watching the shivering March 7th, Bai Bai Xuan felt somewhat helpless; he could only hold her tightly, smoothing her hair over and over to soothe her emotions.

Thus, he sang a soothing nursery rhyme in a soft voice:

“Little March, be good, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in~”

“Won’t open, won’t open, I won’t open it, there are ghosts outside, I won’t open it for anyone!”

After finishing the next line, March 7th raised her head slightly, stuck out her tongue, and then buried her face back into Bai Bai Xuan’s chest:

“Just thinking that there might be so many ghosts around makes me tremble all over, breaking out in a cold sweat, my hands and feet turning icy.”

“Only in Xiao Bai’s arms do I feel a shred of safety.”

Bai Bai Xuan chuckled, sighed, and continued to stroke her long pink hair.

Nearby.

“Stelle” had just exited the “Simulated Universe.”

Seeing March 7th in this state, she blinked her golden eyes and looked at Herta, who was bored on her chair.

Seemingly asking, “Teacher Herta, what happened?”