Chapter 8: Type D Psychics

Chapter 8: Type D Psychics

Next to the lecture hall was the holding room.

The room was square, with moldy patches on the walls, clearly indicating it hadn’t been renovated in years. Chairs were neatly lined up, and surveillance cameras were mounted in every corner. Except for the boy who had been whipped earlier, everyone else was sent inside to await one-on-one interviews with the interrogators, setting the stage for their initial impressions and personality evaluations.

The Tower of Evil had sent quite a few interrogators for the assessments, and over a dozen people were called away at once.

Next to Xu Qingran sat the brother and sister he’d met in the elevator. After hours of panic, the sister seemed even more disoriented and helpless, clutching her brother’s hand, refusing to let go.

While waiting, he discussed the Type D psychics he had just heard about with the system.

He remembered that Lu Wennian, the father of his childhood friend Xu Qingan, placed great importance on Type D users. Moreover, Xu Qingan’s expression at the time clearly showed envy. Now, hearing that they could also restrict Type E users, his interest was piqued.

The system promptly provided a mini-encyclopedia: 「Type D Soul Psychic Power (Dominator), also known as the Dominator.」

Similar to Type E, it is one of the rarest among all psychic types, making up an extremely small fraction of the population, possibly even fewer than Type E users. They earned this title by being able to 'dominate' the most powerful human weapons, namely Type E extremists.

It’s said that controlling a Type D compatible with a Type E allows complete manipulation of the latter.

Therefore, Type D individuals are both precious and crucial to the empire. Besides being able to liberate powerful Type E users from the Tower of Evil and utilize them for the empire, Type D users can also serve as strong logistical support for the military. This is mainly because the psychic reserves of Type D users are inherently special, enabling them to recover psychic energy 2 to 30 times faster than average. The higher the level of their psychic reserves, the deeper their psychic energy and the faster their recovery speed.

Thus, they can share their psychic energy with overextended comrades.

「In contrast, Type E users, despite their extraordinary talent, have the slowest psychic recovery rate of all, 4 to 5 times slower than ordinary people. If they face trouble alone, their sluggish recovery rate greatly heightens the risk to their lives.」

This is why Type D users are their most compatible partners. A powerful Type D user can not only fight but also provide simple psychic interactions to replenish their teammates, enhancing their endurance and ensuring safety.

They’re essentially the ideal match for Type E users.

The system added after finishing: 「However, even though these two types are recognized as the best combination, the probability of pairing is not high. Both types are peculiar, with their own distinct thoughts and personalities.」

「Type D users are more adaptable, as they’re compatible with all types, making their chances of finding a partner higher. As for Type E users, with their volatile temperaments and finicky souls, they’re doomed to solitude!」

"..."

Xu Qingran took a fever-reducing pill from his pocket, tossed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it directly.

Interesting, but neither type particularly appealed to him.

Especially Type D, who, besides fighting monsters in the military, also had to act as a healer. If they had a high compatibility with someone, they would also have to carry around a burden.

He glanced at the "Unknown" on his wristwatch, hoping this world wouldn’t mess with him. Having to deal with Shen Tingyu was already annoying enough; he didn’t want to be forcibly matched with some Type E maniac.

As time passed, more and more people in the room were called away, and none of them returned, likely sent to the next location. Xu Qingran’s row was the last batch. When the guards led them out, they suddenly called out the brother from the sibling pair.

"You, come with me. The interrogator assigned to you is on the other side."

Seeing her brother being taken away, the sister instantly lost her sense of security and clung tightly to his arm: "No, I don’t want to be separated from my brother!"

Xu Qingran, walking behind them, was also stopped in his tracks.

Looking in the direction the guard pointed, he could see the dark and deep end of the corridor, leading to an unknown place. Considering that none of the previous people taken for interrogation were sent that far, it was hard not to feel suspicious and hesitant.

The guard, however, was unsympathetic and barked harshly: "It’s just a conversation! As long as you two don’t make any big mistakes, you’ll see each other soon! Move it, don’t waste time!"

The girl cried even harder, hugging her brother tighter and refusing to let go.

Xu Qingran looked at her, his head throbbing from the incessant crying.

"What's the matter? Taking someone so far away, are you planning to engage in some underhanded tactics?" The young man's slightly hoarse voice sounded particularly nonchalant and calm amidst the crying.

The guard, busy dealing with the two children, rolled his eyes at the remark.

Thinking to himself—who does he think he is, some divine beauty worthy of underhanded tactics from the person inside?

As he turned around, the sarcastic remark was on the tip of his tongue, but upon seeing the speaker's appearance and demeanor, he silently swallowed it back.

...Well, it's not so clear-cut.

The crying gradually subsided, and two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, stared straight at the exceptionally handsome young man behind them, as if they had seen a savior.

The guard cleared his throat, ready to reestablish his authority, when he heard the young man say, "These two are still minors, I don't recommend it."

Then, with a slight lift of his eyes, his gaze beneath the long lashes was clear and cold.

"If you want to engage in underhanded tactics, target me instead, I'm an adult."

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In the makeshift interrogation room, there was only a small table and two chairs facing each other.

Shen Tingyu held a pen in his hand, the cap tapping lightly on the table. He glanced down at the vintage interrogation officer's badge on his chest, which the warden had dug up from somewhere, and suddenly chuckled softly in the empty room.

Every time he came to the Tower of Evil, he had to stay for at least a few days before he could return to report, otherwise the commander of the Golden Wing Battalion would consider it dereliction of duty and deduct his merits. So, helping to interrogate potential Type E users wasn't much of a hassle.

But now that he was actually sitting in this room, he suddenly felt the whole act was ridiculously childish.

He thought he must be crazy to agree to play along with the old man's childish game. Probably afraid that if he sat in the office for a while longer, he'd drink up several of his prized tea packets in a few days.

After waiting for a while and seeing no one come, he was about to get up and end this farce when there was a noise at the door.

"Take off your jacket, and empty your pockets." Finally, someone arrived at the room, and the guard strictly followed the rules to search the person for contraband, making sure they were no threat to the interrogator inside before letting them in.

There is a kind of person who, at first sight, makes a lasting impression in the hearts of others.

This was Shen Tingyu's thought as he watched the young man sit down in front of him.

He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, exceptionally handsome, with a fair complexion that made him seem like a spoiled young master from a well-off family. Yet, in those beautiful, amorous peach blossom eyes lay two pools of bottomless chill, as if hiding countless deadly blades that could freeze anyone who met his gaze.

Most importantly, from the moment he entered, he radiated calmness, showing no fear even in the face of possible unknown penalties.

This was a fascinating soul.

Shen Tingyu thought, also a soul that had taken lives.

He stopped tapping the pen, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The old Tower Master had indeed found a potential candidate with a high probability of becoming a Type E user. He found it a bit amusing, but not exactly likable.

After all, akin soul types only made him want to crush them personally.

As he pondered, his gaze inadvertently swept over the bandage around his neck, then landed on the black casual top he was wearing.

His gaze paused, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What's your name?"

At the same time, Xu Qingran was also assessing the interrogator before him.

It was a bit unexpected.

The man's hair was jet black, like ink, but his eyes were a strikingly beautiful blue, like the endless ocean. He exuded a powerful energy, likely due to a high-level spiritual reservoir. Anyone with an unstable mind might easily fall into the abyss of his gaze.

Xu Qingran's surprise mainly came from the man's aura, which seemed utterly out of place in this shabby and crude Tower of Evil. He was indeed quite good-looking—the highest compliment Xu Qingran could give someone at first glance. His demeanor was calm and elegant, like a noble, with his collar buttoned to the top, radiating restraint and aloofness.

Though he didn't deliberately show it, one could still sense the innate authority he carried.

Xu Qingran figured this man might be the head interrogator, which explained the special treatment.

Then, his gaze flicked to the name tag on the man's chest, and his expression turned subtly amused.

"Niu Yaoyao, haha," the system burst out laughing. "Help, such a noble face paired with a name like that! What a waste of good looks!"

Xu Qingran rarely agreed with the system, but this time, he couldn't help it.

The interrogator, surnamed Niu, was dressed in the traditional black-and-gold uniform of the Golden Wing Battalion. His deep, magnetic voice and clear enunciation made it easy to focus on his questions.

Without changing his expression, Xu Qingran replied in a calm, softly husky voice, "Xu Qingran."

It was no surprise, yet still unexpected, that the man had heard of him: "So, you're the one causing all the buzz online lately."

Xu Qingran didn't respond, neither confirming nor denying.

"You're bolder than I expected," the man said, his tone light as his eyes flicked to Xu Qingran's clothes. When their eyes met again, there was a hint of a mysterious smile in his gaze.

Xu Qingran frowned slightly, instinctively glancing down at his own clothes.

On his all-black round-neck shirt, two short lines of white English words were printed in a plain design.

In Chinese, it simply said: —Fuck me.

Xu Qingran went quiet for a full half minute.

This was probably what happened when he didn't bother checking his outfit before leaving.

The other person in the room was also patient, not interrupting his silent contemplation.

When Xu Qingran finally looked up, his face showed no embarrassment or anger. Instead, he leaned back casually in his chair.

He looked up, his gaze casual but icy: "Many have tried to have me, but none have succeeded so far."

He said with a smirk, "What about you, Officer Niu? Do you want to give it a try?"