Xue Lei piled the bodies on the sand dunes, poured a bucket of gasoline on them, set them on fire, and sent his brothers to their deaths.

Xue Lei was tightly clutching the giant bald man's bracelet in his hand.

He still remembered... this was the bald man's first trophy.

They took it from a first-class citizen when they went out to rob someone.

Although it wouldn't fetch much money, the bald man has treasured it ever since.

Xue Lei stroked the bracelet, then threw it into the flames.

Brothers, let's go with the wind. In our next life, let's be reborn as first-class citizens and never have to suffer again.

Qin Che stood not far away, holding a small knife, watching the splattering of tobacco oil, the thick black smoke drifting away on the breeze...

He used the blade to cut a wound on his fingertip, and in just half a second, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

—A living machine capable of self-reproduction.

Qin Che remembered that this technology had already been invented in the world before he transmigrated.

It's unbelievable that this wasteland has developed into such a place, where not only can implants be made, but humans can also be transformed into war machines.

In this way, he will consume so-called 'active value' to keep himself healthy and young.

It will never get sick, and any injury will heal instantly...

Furthermore, if this substance is implanted into a cancer patient, it can eliminate cancer cells through the phagocytic ability of a living machine, thereby completely curing the terminal illness.

However, if implanted into a disabled person's body, new limbs and flesh can grow back.

Haha, I've stopped being human.

The technology of the Mechanic Church is very advanced; no wonder they can rule over the entire Central Plains and half of the South.

The problem now is that as the activity level keeps dropping, Qin Che cannot maintain this state permanently.

His recovery will gradually slow down.

Once the activity level returns to zero, these millimeter-sized living machines will be excreted through his digestive system.

Only mechanical engineers possess the technology to reactivate mechanical components and perform maintenance.

But this organization is too far removed from Qin Che.

He's been here for a while now, and he hasn't had a single normal day. If he gets a chance to enter the inner city walls this time, he can use the huge sum of money he has to buy a piece of land and get married.

In fact, this huge sum of money is so much that it allows him to do even more.

Qin Che knew that the first step to integrating into this place was to obtain a legal identity.

Otherwise, he would forever remain a wanderer, and because of his origins as a psionicist, he would also be a sinful smuggler.

In Sandburg, first-class citizens enjoy the best policy benefits and treatment, the best protection and the best resource allocation.

But all of this is based on the high taxes paid by first-class citizens, who outnumber more than 95% of the population of Sandburg.

Only the rich can live a good life.

The same principle applies whether in times of peace or in a wasteland.

Xue Lei slid down the hill through the dust, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's go."

Qin Che glanced at him; Xue Lei had now completely calmed down.

There was nothing he could do. His once-proud team had been wiped out by this suddenly awakened psychic, leaving him with no one to cry to but give up.

Xue Lei's gaze towards Qin Che still held a deep sense of apprehension and fear.

Qin Che said calmly, "Don't look at me like that. Didn't we agree on something? If you help me enter the inner city and become a first-class citizen, I can lend you a hand. We'll share the good times and the bad."

Xue Lei's lips twitched. "I think I'm more suited to the Black Street."

First-class citizens?

Putting aside your status as a psychic, do you even have the qualifications to be one?

Property is only one aspect of the approval process; other conditions are also required to become a first-class citizen.

Identity and connections are both indispensable.

They must also be unconditionally loyal to the Sandcastle and thoroughly understand its laws.

Over the years, only a handful of people from the fourth and fifth districts have been able to enter the inner city walls.

If someone is willing to work hard, and manages to achieve the status of a second-class citizen in their lifetime, they'd be considered incredibly lucky.

If you're lucky, even second-class citizens can squeeze into the upper class within the inner city walls and become one of them, but at best they'll only be henchmen.

First-class citizens, however, had never heard of it before...

"Listen carefully, you have no choice," Qin Che warned, pointing at him.

Xue Lei swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "I...I understand..."

The psionicist in front of him could dodge bullets, pierce through a human body with a single punch, and even teleport. Even among psionicists, he was an outstanding individual. This was the first time Xue Lei had ever seen such a powerful psionicist.

To be honest, you can find all sorts of people in the underworld.

Psionicists are not uncommon.

Rather than reporting him for receiving payment, it's better to cling to Qin Che's coattails.

In the end, Xue Lei still didn't trust the government and army of Sandcastle. He reported Qin Che's identity, and although Qin Che might not die, Xue Lei would definitely suffer his revenge.

Not to mention that this law was promulgated by "Wall No. 1".

Sandcastle itself is not so hostile to psionicists.

They will issue arrest warrants according to procedure and let the security team handle them, but as long as you pull some strings in the dark, the arrest warrant can be turned into a blank piece of paper in an instant.

It's not uncommon to see street psychics and the head of the security team drinking tea at the same table.

Here, everyone prioritizes their own interests.

If you can actually eat meat, who cares if you're a psionicist or an ordinary person?

The security team might even try to curry favor with you.

...

Xue Lei was in charge of driving, and they returned along the same route.

As dawn broke and the sun rose in the east, the temperature on the sand dunes began to rise and quickly became hot.

He planned to settle down in the Black Street first, and with Xue Lei's help, find out about the inner city wall and the entire approval process for citizens, and then slowly make connections at all levels.

"Dog-over-dog incidents are rare. If you're in the underworld, people outside will give you a break out of respect for the boss."

Qin Che: "The boss you're talking about... is it Black Street Germall?"

"Yes, Black Street prospered because of him. The boss was originally a first-class citizen of the inner city wall, with a considerable background. Many years ago, he left for some personal reasons and established Black Street."

Qin Che thought for a moment and said, "Is it possible that Sandcastle couldn't control the security outside, so they arranged for someone to help guard the house?"

Hearing the slight mockery in his tone, Xue Lei could only frown slightly and say, "That is one reason, but the boss's intentions are good. The security issue is not that we have lost control, but rather that the political structure of the fourth and fifth districts is closely linked to the factional struggles at the top. The radicals are just using the underworld organization to balance the power of the security team."

Qin Che narrowed his eyes and murmured, "So, not only do I have to appease those high-ranking officials inside the inner city walls, but I also have to meet with this Sand Rat Boss..."