RHWHEG -Chapter 47 The Psychic Library

060 slung on her food delivery bag, stepped onto her twin hoverboards, and headed out to make deliveries.

When she reached a quiet building with few people around, a voice suddenly echoed in the depths of her mind—inescapable and cold:

“What are you waiting for? Just inject that needle, and you’ll evolve.
We’ve taught you how to use your psychic powers to control the twin tails.
Do you still not believe in us?
With your ability, we would welcome you with open arms.”

060’s face turned pale. A classmate beside her asked what was wrong, and she forced a stiff smile, saying she was fine.

Her fish tail began to stir unconsciously, radiating a psychic signal that made those around her feel an inexplicable urge to flee. Within minutes, the entire first floor of the building became empty.

060 didn’t feel any joy at this display of power—only fear.

She raised her mental voice, shouting inside her mind:

“Go find 061! He’s way stronger than me!”

“His psychic ability is far inferior to yours,” the voice followed her relentlessly.

“The mind is the sixth sense of humanity. After the apocalypse, only a handful of new humans awakened such power.
We are the spark—the future.
You should join us, not waste your potential trapped inside that feeble shell of yours.”

“I’ve seen your past… The day you first woke up, scales covered your legs, and your feet turned flat and thin like fins. You couldn’t stand—you rejected your own body. You sealed yourself off, and in doing so, sealed away your power.
You called to your friends for help, and they put you in a cart. But before long, they saw you as a burden.
They didn’t throw you away, though—they locked you in a cage where you couldn’t move.
Fists, knives, crowbars…
They turned their blades on the weak just to feel alive.
They never saw you as human!”

060 trembled with rage. “Shut up!”

“Yes! That’s it!” The voice was rich with fervor, like a righteous friend stoking her anger.

“How can you forget that fire in your heart? You could have crushed every old human beneath your feet!”

Her shoulders heaved; she fought back sobs rising in her throat. Forcing herself to calm down, she asked quietly, “Why don’t you come find me directly? Our community welcomes everyone.”

“We’re far away,” the voice said. “We’re searching for the most compatible H-grade disaster stone. We’ll meet one day—stronger than ever.”

060 seized the chance to ask, “Are you with the Polar Bear Company?”

The syringe that had been smuggled in bore their polar bear logo.

“Those people? They’ll trade anything for profit.”

“Call us by our true name—The Psychic Library.”

The call ended abruptly.

060 gasped for air, her body still shaking from the memories that voice had dragged up. She felt as if rage was tearing her soul apart—how easily victims could be reborn as slaughterers.

Far away, inside the property management office on the first floor of that same building, a little crocodile wearing a baseball cap had been watching everything.

Animals lacked human emotion; they didn’t understand sorrow or sympathy. It didn’t recognize that the psychic girl was the same kind person who had always treated it warmly.

But fear—that was universal. And it could feel 060’s fear.

The little crocodile was the building’s guardian. It would never allow any threat to harm its residents.

Meanwhile, in Shajia Ancient Town—

Located in the heart of Jiangbei City, near the Fourth Ring Road, the old town was once a famous tourist spot, with the town’s river dividing into shell-shaped branches. Every household had a pair of stone crocodiles guarding their doors.

But all of that was long destroyed by the apocalypse. The once beautiful village was now a wasteland of rubble and ruin.

A group of white-robed figures climbed up the jagged steel frame of a collapsed building.

A large “T” was painted on their backs—symbolizing a decapitated cross. They were new humans who saw the gods of the old world as heresy.

Their mouths were sealed by moisture-locking masks, but their minds whispered to one another:

“Before the shelter arrives, we must locate the Klein Bottle!
Whether we can evolve further depends on this chance!”

“Then we’ll rescue our kindred in the city center.
Only united can we stand against the enemies of the Earth.”

They stood in a circle, each revealing their power. A gentle wind swept through, linking them with an invisible force. The air hummed with resonance—nature itself answering their call in solemn harmony.

Boom!

A massive shadow flickered across the clouds. Then it vanished.

The members of the Psychic Library squinted up at the sun, pretending nothing was amiss, and decided to attempt a second resonance. They would summon the Klein Bottle again, trying to locate it through its response.

Boom! Boom!

This time, they saw it clearly—a strange, shifting black mass in the clouds. They couldn’t tell how far away it was, but the distortion of light made it seem vast. If that shadow’s true body really existed at that scale in the stratosphere… how terrifying would it be?

Just as they prepared for a third resonance, they heard the roar of the shelter’s search teams closing in. They quickly retreated underground.

One of them accidentally kicked a hard lump of stone.

Inside that stone—Yuzu the Klein Bottle woke up from its nap.

“Who dares disturb my sleep?”

It perked its ears, then lazily lay back down and began writing a message to its friend, Yu Qunqing:

“Still alive… but I’m hungry, meow!”

Attached: a completely black photo—just darkness.

A few moments later, it received a reply from Yu Qunqing:

“On my way with cat food.”

Attached: a blurry picture of what looked like scrap metal.

But to Yu Qunqing and his team, that wasn’t junk—
it was the first off-road vehicle built since the apocalypse!

The story began a few days earlier, during a subway excavation mission.

Exploration teams had been digging through tunnels to reach the southern underground mall but accidentally broke into the community parking lot instead.

The outer wall of the parking structure was incredibly tough. After much effort, they managed to breach it.

Yu Qunqing’s system warned him of an incoming attack, so he quickly repaired the main gate and opened it to let the team in.

Inside, the wide parking area contained hundreds of drainage pumps—equipment Yu Qunqing had installed during the heavy rains. The wrecked luxury cars had been piled off to one side.

The explorers reported their find to the Light Industry Department, which scavenged through the parts and managed to piece together the first off-road vehicle.

It had a massive chassis, tires 1.5 meters tall—made from the bones of disaster creatures. Five wheels arranged in a triangular formation allowed it to handle any terrain. The body was built from mismatched scrap metal, crudely shielded from wind and rain. The engine was untested, but the department listed the half-finished product on DeliverGo with a note saying, “Energy problem to be solved by buyer.”

Yu Qunqing bought it instantly.

Some residents, envious of his lightning powers, could only sigh in admiration.

Then Yu Qunqing opened his fourth game—Mountain Road Moto.

It was a parkour-style racing game: choose a vehicle, start, and the road stretched out ahead in three lanes.

Coins floated over one lane, obstacles blocked others, and collecting coins increased score and let you buy skins.

There were also power-ups—coin magnets, three-second shields, and rocket boosters.

He tried it out while sitting in the vehicle, and to everyone’s shock—the car began to move.

The off-road vehicle leapt effortlessly over the wall and soared into the sky.

Teammates: “What the—?! Wait for us!!”

Researchers watching: “Huh? I don’t remember our prototype being that powerful…”

Shi Lulang, of course, could fly—so he wasn’t worried.

Yu Qunqing circled the community once, picked up Shi Lulang, and slowed down.

Clang!

That was Dong Changxin tossing her ammo crate onto the back of the vehicle. She vaulted in, rolled to the center, and pulled Sun Min up after her.

A few vines whipped around the car, transforming into Lin Luyi. He jumped aboard, grinning, eyes wide with excitement as the scenery blurred by. The hot wind brushed their faces—like they’d stepped back into a world of civilization.

The off-road vehicle ignored all bumps and roared straight toward Shajia Ancient Town.

Just then, two notifications popped up for Yu Qunqing:

Ding! “Mediterranean Butler Match-3” new season is live!

The “Lost of Quanzui Dam” event has officially opened!*

Ding! Due to the overwhelming success of “Mediterranean Butler Match-3,” a new server will be launched to accommodate more players! A small crocodile administrator has already volunteered and is on its way—slowly. Stay tuned!*

A new season and a new server—more grinding ahead. And “Quanzui Dam” was right next to Shajia Ancient Town.

Was the official server launching a new game there? And sending a little crocodile as admin?

Yu Qunqing quickly checked the employment list in his community—wanting to know which unlucky crocodile was being dispatched.

The roster showed two vacancies:

One: Building One’s crocodile manager, note: “Outsourced—working overtime.”

Two: Coffee shop barista 060, note: “Out for delivery—outside zone, location unavailable. Marked absent.”