Chapter 95

Blue Star, in a secret underground base within the British Commonwealth.

Inside a heavily guarded hall.

An elderly foreign man, dressed in a black suit with white gloves, resembling a butler, was opening a cryogenic pod filled with turbid liquid, its perimeter connected to countless thick cables of varying colors.

As the translucent glass lid slowly opened, a blonde woman clad in a skin-tight suit stepped out, her skin snow-white, her eyes emerald blue.

“What’s going on? Why have I been awakened? Has the original died?”

“Clone One, per Miss Helena’s instructions, if her biological signal vanishes completely, we are authorized to awaken the psychic clone imbued with her memories.”

Miss Helena’s signal has been absent from Blue Star for over a week. After seven votes by the Federation’s Secret Council, we have finally been ordered to awaken you.”

“From today, you are Helena, the psychic with super electromagnetic abilities, Major of the British Commonwealth Special Forces, and the Federation’s premier psychic operative.” The butler bowed respectfully to the blonde woman and handed her a metal case he had prepared in advance.

“Heh. Even a double-A-class ability user can die? How fascinating. Compile for me the final time and location of the original’s disappearance. I want it on my desk in half an hour.” The blonde woman sneered, took the metal case, and strode toward the door.

The butler replied in affirmation and immediately followed her.

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In a silver-white hall, Wang Yu held a silver sphere in one hand, conducting tests.

“Taiyuan, purge all external objects from the login interface except me and what I hold.”

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“Taiyuan, tell me all permissions I can access within the login interface.”

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“Taiyuan, reset all external objects in the login interface except me and what I hold.”

System initiating reset of all external objects in the login interface except the host and the host’s held items…

A mechanical, emotionless voice echoed through the hall.

Then, the metal tables and chairs, the chess pieces, even the spent bullet casings and iron dagger left on the floor—all vanished in a flash of crystalline light.

Seeing this, Wang Yu’s face lit up, and he quickly spoke again:

“Taiyuan, search the Martial Arts Grand Alliance’s arsenal on Blue Star.”

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“Taiyuan, enter hyper-synchronization mode.”

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A long silence followed, even the hyper-synchronization mode gave no response. Wang Yu fell silent.

Aside from “login” and “exit,” he could apparently use only three basic functions: “expel,” “isolate,” and “reset.”

Whether other functions existed, he wasn’t sure—he’d have to figure it out gradually later.

Suddenly, he stepped to a corner of the hall and raised his hand.

In a flash of crystalline light, a large, sturdy iron chest appeared on the floor.

Wang Yu opened the chest, carefully placed the silver sphere inside, then ran his hand over the chest’s surface.

The seams around the iron chest vanished in a flash of crystalline light, becoming seamless, flawless.

Then Wang Yu returned to the center of the hall, thought for a moment, and summoned Star Mind Force—he reached out with one hand, and a silver slender sword materialized in a swirl of light.

But as soon as he gripped the weapon and shook it, the slender sword dissolved with a “puff” into specks of crystalline light.

“Even ordinary weapons from the cultivation world won’t work—is it a material issue?”

Wang Yu murmured, extended his hand again, and after a long moment, another bright slender sword appeared—identical in design, but seemingly made of some common steel type from Blue Star.

“So it is a material issue.”

Wang Yu’s eyebrows twitched. He swung the slender sword a few times, made it vanish, then rubbed his hands together—another identical bright long knife materialized.

He gripped the steel blade, slashed through the air a few times, then made it disappear.

Then, in a flash of crystalline light, Wang Yu conjured a Qingfeng Blade indistinguishable from the real one—but the moment he grasped its hilt, the blade dissolved like foam.

“Still a material issue—rejected by Taiyuan’s system? What if I tried a magical artifact instead?”

Wang Yu pondered, then extended both palms.

Between his hands, crystalline light flickered, and a faint silver folding fan’s silhouette appeared—but as soon as half the fan formed, the spirit patterns on its surface blazed with white light.

“Boom.”

The fan’s silhouette exploded into specks of crystalline light.

Wang Yu then tried imagining a golden ring and a silver hammer—both only formed partial silhouettes before bursting apart.

He next attempted to imagine “Fire Cloud Pill” and “Golden Light Talisman,” even a large tree.

The first two, like the artifacts, shattered into fragments; the tree, however, was directly projected along with fresh soil.

But when he tried imagining a mule, Star Mind Force gave no response whatsoever.

It seems animals cannot be projected within this login interface.

Wang Yu felt he had roughly grasped the rules of Star Mind Force creation, yet he unconsciously shook his head.

Star Mind Force could only produce ordinary materials and mundane objects—it couldn’t even manifest magical artifacts or talismans. He still couldn’t see any practical use for this ability.

But spells, cultivation techniques, and psychic powers seemed unaffected within the login hall!

Recalling Helena’s repeated use of psychic abilities, Wang Yu formed a hand seal—“puff”—a flame flickered into existence before him.

He pointed at the ground, and the flame shot out, igniting into a large roaring fire—but when the flames vanished, the silver floor remained pristine, without a single scar.

This stirred something in Wang Yu.

He then tried the Black Tiger Breathing Method and the Golden Touch Technique—both executed flawlessly, with no difference from outside.

But when he attempted to imagine several cultivation techniques he had not yet mastered, nothing happened.

It seems he cannot manifest unmastered spells or abilities here through mere imagination.

Wang Yu pondered deeply, then ceased all experiments and sat down on the black metal chair.

He planned to input the later sections of the Fire Spirit Technique’s incantations and several texts he had secretly memorized from the Scripture Library into Taiyuan, to see if anything changed.

The next moment, a red light descended, enveloping him.

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After an indeterminate time, Wang Yu, seated on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression slightly strange.

“Interesting. Even mundane data unrelated to cultivation techniques can slightly increase the success rate of inference—though barely, it’s real.”

“Then I’ll have to make more trips to collect those mortal texts.”

After murmuring for a long while, he reached into his robe and pulled out a storage pouch.

He turned the pouch upside down—and one object tumbled out.

A crimson scale.

The innate spiritual object of the Flame Shield.

Unlike ordinary cultivation manuals, which explain step by step, mastering primordial spells requires direct comprehension of the spell’s spirit patterns.

This was his first time comprehending a tiered spell.

Wang Yu took a deep breath, then pressed the crimson scale against his forehead.