Chapter 64 Psychic Power
The tower on the second floor of Iris‘ compound had expanded again, burrowing deeper into the mountain behind to reach half the size of a bomb shelter.
A large retractable skylight spanned the ceiling directly overhead, flooding the space with potential natural light when opened.
At the tower’s center, just behind Iris‘ crossbow rig, stood a
massive control console.
Twenty–four small military drones rested in neat formation across the open floor at its heart–compact in design, barely larger than commercial consumer models, yet their firepower belonged to an entirely different league, a stark contrast to the toy–like drones sold to the public.
These were standard military reconnaissance–strike drones, boasting overwhelming ground control capabilities and enough power to take out main battle tanks in a single hit.
Deployed in waves for an offensive strike, they could cripple even the most advanced air defense systems, leaving enemy forces scrambling to mount a counter.
Their tiny frames made detection a nightmare, and intercepting them
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man–portable air defense systems proved a losing gamble–the cost far outpaced the target’s value.
Each missile cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and firing one to take out a single drone was little more than burning cash.
That was, if the missile even hit its mark.
Large–caliber anti–aircraft guns stood barely a better chance; a modest swarm of these drones would easily overwhelm ground–based air defense fire, rendering interception impossible.
Such measures were extreme overkill, yet still unlikely to
succeed.
The only effective countermeasure was electronic jamming, designed to force drones to land or deviate from preprogrammed paths.
But these were system–rewarded reconnaissance–strike drones —no existing commercial electronic jamming technology stood a chance against them.
Deployed within her territory, Iris‘ drone system would form an impenetrable, ironclad defensive net around her compound.
With twenty–four drones, each boasting eight hours of flight time, split into three rotating shifts, they patrolled the pur 11:22
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for round–the–clock, 24/7 surveillance of her land.
Iris stared at the incredible defensive system she’d built for her base, satisfaction surging through her. A full day of nonstop zombie slaying had been more than worth it.
Her gaze then drifted to a flashing icon on her system interface, a reward waiting to be claimed.
She’d slain over a thousand zombies that day, earning more than a thousand crystal cores in return.
This milestone unlocked a large crystal core exchange gift bag- one she’d been notified of earlier, the second available for just a hundred crystal cores.
Iris called Lucky over, ruffling its head until its ears flopped and it stared up in confused daze. Summer barked furiously at her feet, green with envy.
Gathering both dogs in her arms, she opened the crystal core gift bag.
“Ding–Obtained First Aid Injector x1!
“Ding–Reward obtained: First Aid Pills x1!
“Ding–Obtained Fresh Beef x1000 pounds!
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Shock widened Iris‘ eyes.
Amazing–truly amazing!
It was a solid, practical gift bag, no frills, all utility: medical supplies, provisions, and energy panels.
Her compound burned through fresh meat at a staggering rate. The system mall’s food section sold fresh meat, but Iris considered it a rip–off–ten points per pound, far too expensive for what it was.
A thousand pounds of fresh beef as a reward? It alone justified the crystal cores spent on the bag.
And after claiming this bag, another waited.
A prompt in the crystal core exchange section notified her that a new gift bag would unlock for every thousand crystal cores exchanged from then on.
Having exchanged over a thousand in one go that day, she unlocked the next large gift bag instantly.
Without hesitation, Iris claimed it.
“Ding–Reward obtained: Psychic Power!”
Hisfroze, stunned to her core.
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Speech failed her at the sound of the reward.
The third crystal core exchange gift bag held only one item—but that item was a superpower.
Steady and unflappable as she was, even Iris was blown away by the system’s massive reward.
Psychic Power.
In her past life, she’d heard tales of psychic metahumans— absolute elites among all metahumans, a breed so rare they bordered on myth.
Less than one in 10 thousand metahumans was born with Psychic Power.
These individuals could see the glow of superpowers on other metahumans. Their attacks relied on pure mental power; a powerful psychic could kill an ordinary person with nothing but a glare.
They were the crème de la crème, the absolute pinnacle of all metahumans.
“Ding–Superpower detected. Would the host like to absorb it?”
“Absorb it!”
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Of course she would–why on earth would she give it up?
Searing, crushing pain exploded in Iris‘ skull, as if a giant sledgehammer had smashed into her brain.
Unlike the Wood–type and Water–type Powers she’d copied before, absorbing Psychic Power was agonizing, a torment like no other.
Iris‘ mind went completely blank, a void of nothingness. When her senses finally cleared and the fog lifted, her perception of the world around her had shifted into something entirely new.
Glancing down at the dogs at her feet, she saw faint red auras swirling around them–Summer’s was the thickest and brightest of all.
The denser the aura, the greater the combat power.
She sensed this instantly.
Turning her gaze inward, she spotted faint blue and green auras dancing beneath her skin.
Blue and green…
My superpowers.
This was what they looked like, glowing with unique les 11:22
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For the first time, Iris possessed a superpower that was truly, entirely her own.
As she glanced back at the mountain of rewards earned that day, her heart raced with excitement and anticipation.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
