Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 311 I am myself

——What is "rebirth"?
——Why is it “rebirth”?
——Why is it me who is “reborn”?

If he were to ask himself, Song Shi had thought about it many times in the two years since his rebirth, but most of the time nothing came of it.

After all, when he was in Palose and in the City of Forged Light, he had a lot of things to do and had no time to take care of it. Moreover, the most crucial point was the restoration of [psychic power].

If [psychic power] is not strong enough, then even if you have millions of ideas in your mind, there is absolutely no possibility of any of them becoming reality.

Until now.

Song Shi slowly opened his five fingers, and a red-gold flame quietly bloomed. As his mind flowed between his fingers, a young face was reflected in the rising flames.

The third ring: [Control].

After climbing back to the third ring, even though his strength is far from being "strong", he can still at least "protect himself".

So, these questions in my heart arose again, and I tried to find the answers.

Because of talent?
There is no need to be modest, Song Shi understands very well that his talent is unparalleled. Even in the entire corporate alliance, only a few people like Cha Keluo can compare to him.

Even if they are psychics of the fifth ring, these incomparable and powerful "strong men" who dominate an area, he has the confidence to be on par with or even better than them, and to climb towards the [God's Throne] and above the [God's Throne].

The Vampsta Empire has devoted all its efforts to cultivating the most terrifying psychic of this generation, the "Holy Judge", Renata Clemens. When he faces off against her, the chances of life and death are only 50-50.

Yes, my talent is very strong, so strong that it is unbelievable.

However, is it even more incredible than the unbelievable that one can be reborn simply by relying on "talent"?

Moreover, when Renata finally shattered herself with one blow, she also destroyed everything of hers, and both of them died together.

Since I have lived a new life, what about the other person? Is that woman Renata now climbing up the empire again, waiting with great anticipation for the day when I will find her, or when she will come to find me?
Song Shi didn't know the answer.

I even thought about going to the [Society of Silents] to find the one who proved the existence of the throne of God through [Revelation], to verify and find out the reason.

But in the end, Song Shi gave up the idea.

——Put your hope on [revelation]?
That's too boring.

"call"

The yard was quiet.

Linjiang City's Third Welfare Home was established in the fourth year after the Seven Lands War. The war was indeed over at that time, but the remaining scars still deeply affected this place, bringing with them a large number of war orphans.

The Third Orphanage prospered for a while because of this, but as the Seven Lands War became more and more distant, the number of orphans continued to decline, and the funding for the Third Orphanage was reduced again and again, and it quickly declined.

Song Shi looked around.

There was an undisguised look of nostalgia in his eyes.

He was familiar with every corner of the yard. The banyan tree in the middle of the yard, facing the dormitory building, was the most comfortable place to lie down, and the exposed roots would not scratch anyone. In the corner over there, he had challenged someone to control the TV and successfully broke the other person's nose. A little further back, at the edge of the pond without water, the third red brick was loose, and if you knew the trick, you could pry it open and hide some small gadgets.

In order to save electricity, the welfare home would cut off the power and turn off the lights early in the morning, letting the children go to bed. In the darkness, they would cover themselves with quilts and whisper to each other.

At that time, the ultimate dream of many children was to get the prosthetic implant index, install a brain-computer interface and prosthetic eyes, and be able to access the Internet anytime and anywhere. It would be best if they could also get a prosthetic limb and punch the dean's fat face hard to make him lose his gold coins.

The day after I turned fifteen, the director ordered me to pack my bags and leave the orphanage, and from then on I had to fend for myself.

But this also means that I have lived here for fifteen years.

Fifteen years?
At some point, Song Shi had stopped at the door of a house. It was already midnight, and the child had limited energy and had already fallen asleep. With Song Shi's current perception, he could clearly hear the rising and falling breathing sounds behind the door.

Song Shi stood in front of the door, just listening quietly, without making any other moves.

Just listening is enough.

There is no need to go in.

There is no place for "Song Shi" in this dormitory.

On the lower bunk of the second bed, which was originally his own, there was a child lying. Song didn't know him well, but he had some impression that he was an orphan who had been taken in by the welfare home not long before he left.

According to the time point in the previous life, I have already left the welfare home at this time. Based on the principle of "no waste, full utilization", the welfare home will of course let new people fill the beds.

This is nothing. The real focus is those tiny marks, the wall paint that was scraped off when I tossed and turned in the middle of the night, and the scratches on the edge of the bed when I was careless.
These represent the traces that there was an orphan named "Song Shi" who once lived here, but at this moment, Song Shi did not see a single trace of them.

Song Shi turned and left.

He walked into another room, which was the administrative office of the orphanage.

Pushing the door open casually without lighting a flame for illumination, Song Shi pried open the cabinets one by one with ease and took out a stack of file bags, which contained data cards as well as paper documents, a more primitive storage method.

Song Shi sat in a recliner in the dark room, browsing the documents.

No, no, no.

——There is no “Song Shi” in the list of these documents.

".ha."

Song Shi put down the document, looked up at the ceiling and said, "No?"

When Alu and Lapis Lazuli, who were squatting, heard footsteps in the distance, they stopped playing Go and looked over at the same time.

Song Shi’s figure emerged from the welfare home and walked towards them.

The environment was still dim, with only a few rays of moonlight, and no other light at all.

But at this moment, in this deep darkness, the pupils of Ailu and Lapis Lazuli became clearly bright!
——In their psychic vision, a "flame" is burning ahead!
It was unclear whether it was "flame" or "Song consciousness", or whether the two had merged into one. Under the gaze of Ailu and Lapis Lazuli, with every step taken, the red-gold flames rose more and more on the raging burning outline.

The blinding light burst forth indiscriminately, the brilliant flames swept across all directions, burning away all the darkness.

The silhouette took a step and raised its hand.

"Before this, I have thought about many things, whether true or false. But what does it matter?"

He clenched his five fingers into a fist, and then extended his index finger, pointing straight up to the sky.

"I am still me, I am still me"

He sighed and laughed.

"——Only 'Song Shi'."

Psionic skill, [Heart of Practice].

At this moment, achievement.

(End of this chapter)