As we learned from the previous simulation of the Godfather's life, the Black Street will not be destroyed, nor will it be banned.
The gerbil lived a long and healthy life.
Therefore, he doesn't care about the life or death of Black Street at all; he only cares about whether he can make a deal with the gerbil.
Two chips, psionic power and money. Show me one first... then we'll talk.
The gerbil's attitude has indeed changed.
The subordinate behind him looked on incredulously, leaning back as he looked down at his scabbard, swallowing hard. "Extraordinary artifact manipulation..."
Psionicists are also divided into different levels.
Apprentice, expert, master...
Qin Che's abilities, such as instantaneous teleportation and telekinesis, are clearly at an 'extraordinary' level.
In the decades since the First Wall enacted the new law to exterminate psychics, there have been thousands of documented cases, and of these, no more than one-twentieth of the psychics were sentenced to death, and even then, the sentences were handed down after the bodies had been transported back to China.
A chance encounter with a supernatural psychic in the desert?
The gerbil was very excited, even feeling like it had discovered a treasure!
No... a human assassination machine!
The laws of Wall One have long been disregarded, especially in Sandcastle. Amidst the increasingly fierce competition for wasteland resources and political and class struggles, many cities are outwardly compliant but inwardly wooing and inviting psykers to their aid.
Only Wall One is still enforcing this law.
But most people turn a blind eye to extraordinary individuals.
There is no other reason than this.
We can't beat them.
Even if you deploy a complete unit, by the time you've clenched your fist and are about to throw it, the enemy has already vanished.
If you're lucky, you might still be able to find out where the other person is.
But doing so would be too costly.
Therefore, everyone likes to kill those psionic apprentices who are weak in combat and have poor spells.
It's simple and easy: just bring the body back, and you can get a reward regardless of whether it's alive or dead.
Experts can sometimes fall into traps; a moment of carelessness can lead them astray.
Those above the master level are not only rare to see, but also very difficult to deal with... because they are immune to traps, possess rare techniques, and can come and go as they please.
Taking the head of a general amidst a vast army is indeed possible.
As for superhumans, they are extremely rare. In the decades since the new law was enacted, there has been virtually no record of superhumans being captured. Perhaps there have been a few unrecorded cases, but they can be counted on one hand.
To encircle and annihilate them? The casualties would be too great.
The cost of killing the superhumans was immense; the current Wall One is not what it used to be, and there aren't as many resources available anymore.
What can you do if someone uses a spell to kill you from a distance?
Even if you can't kill them, you can just teleport away, what can you do?
Of course, even now, the bill on Wall One still has some power, but not much.
This atmosphere has led major cities to try to win over any extraordinary individuals they encounter, offering them generous benefits and even secretly appointing them as high-ranking officials, though they dare not do so openly.
That attitude is exactly the same as how the gerbil looks at Qin Che now.
"Please sit down."
The gerbil was overwhelmed with emotion, which could be seen from the gleam in his eyes.
But he remained calm and composed, and finally managed to squeeze out a genuine smile from his stern and menacing square face.
"It is an honor for me, Sand Rat, to have you visit Sand Castle and Black Street. It is an honor to have you here."
Qin Che casually sat down next to the gerbil and laughed, "Shall we talk business?"
"Talk! Talk now!" The shrew pointed at his subordinates behind him and said coldly, "Tell Old Chen that we won't keep you company today. I have a distinguished guest to entertain."
The subordinate with the sword glanced at Qin Che, bowed slightly, and quickly walked out of the church hall.
Only Xue Lei remained, sitting cautiously and hesitantly next to Qin Che.
“I know you have connections in the inner city walls. I want to obtain the legal status of a first-class citizen and enter the inner city walls.”
Qin Che got straight to the point.
He had considered the appropriateness of this plan.
In previous simulations, around the age of 30, the cities led by the Oasis Alliance will declare war on Sandcastle. At that time, the war will break out, and Sandcastle will inevitably lose.
Behind the scenes, however, it was still Lingbi City that initiated the war.
The deployment of the Kingly Army to subdue the Oasis Alliance will occur when Qin Che is 55 years old.
The major events in the simulator will not change.
Qin Che also gave up the idea of living a comfortable retirement in the wasteland... that was too naive.
He wants to climb up.
Keep climbing until you can comfortably retire before you retire!
How can a person live without some hope?
What are the plans after this? There are no plans yet; we can only take it one step at a time. But for now, the status of a first-class citizen is what Qin Che needs most.
That means he's qualified to climb that step.
However, upon hearing this, the gerbil immediately frowned and looked thoughtful.
Qin Che smiled and said, "No rush, this matter can be handled slowly. I know it's difficult, but as a condition, I won't treat you and Black Street unfairly..."
The gerbil looked up at Qin Che with expectant eyes.
He was actually quite happy.
This extraordinary person will always reward anyone who asks for something.
The inner city walls are not without psionicists as well.
Aren't all those high-ranking officials in District One secretly surrounded by a few psychic experts? Helping them with some shady dealings, don't think they don't know.
In Sandcastle, battles between psionicists and battles between mortals are two separate events, but they complement each other.
One is the pursuit of money, power, and status by ordinary people, which is inseparable from politics, culture, and religion.
One is the extraordinary path sought by psionicists, which inevitably involves killing, competition, and battles of wits and courage.
That's just the atmosphere here.
Qin Che had no intention of causing any disruption.
"In return, I will do something for Black Street, provided it is within my capabilities, and..."
After saying that, Qin Che raised his hands and flipped them over, and a pile of chips appeared in his arms as if by magic.
Large chunks.
Xue Lei almost choked on his saliva.
How many?
Hard as iron, fast as an arrow, immense strength, teleportation, object manipulation, dimensional pocket...
A wholesaler of psionic spells, right?
Xue Lei's head was buzzing, but he didn't have much information about psionicists. At first, he thought that many psionicists had these abilities, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that something was wrong. Qin Che was an extremely rare and extraordinary person.
But then he began to have some doubts...
And the gerbils' eyes started to turn green.
A pair of wrinkled hands, lying flat on the table, trembled involuntarily, as if they were having a cramp.
Even though he came from a first-class citizen background and was now a boss in the underworld, he had never seen so much money in his life.
The value of these large chips alone could cover all the expenses of the three high-ranking officials in this election...
"You can take a portion of this money, but the other part should be used to help me obtain an identity. I have no interest in ordinary first-class citizens. I need to acquire most of the properties in Sand Castle. Can you do that for me?"
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