The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 16: Psychic

Dream Corporation Branch 16, Medical Department Director’s Office.

Mo Wen, a man who no longer remembered his exact age, had just emerged from the rejuvenation tank with a fresh body and was experiencing his first time “selling flesh.”

“I always feel like this isn’t quite right. Are you sure not many people will toy with my body?”

Ren Yiyi flicked the contract in her hand. “This is the best offer you’re going to get. Sign it if you want; if you don’t, you won’t have any protection. Then who knows what someone might do to you.”

“Besides, don’t delude yourself into thinking you’re still pure.”

“During the time you were unconscious, your body already went through all sorts of postures under my adjustments.”

“You absolutely cannot imagine how beautiful your body really is.”

Mo Wen was a little curious. “It’s just a pile of rotten flesh. What charm could it possibly have?”

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Ren Yiyi’s eyes. “As long as it’s well-nourished, it can proliferate rapidly with an almost infinite division ceiling. It can divide a thousand times with flawless precision. It has excellent tolerance to extreme high and low temperatures, and with moderate induction, it quickly produces adaptive mutations.”

“Unfortunately, some parts are still difficult to clone completely.”“If possible, I’d like to extract some of your brain tissue from when you were active… Well, actually, I’ve already extracted it, but I decided to ask for your permission anyway, so you know what I’m doing.”

“This is very important. It could definitely change the world.”

Mo Wen thought for a moment and felt it was fine. “As long as it doesn’t harm me and you ensure it’s used for your own research first, without mass replicating me as raw material, I agree.”

Saying that, he took the contract from Ren Yiyi’s hand and signed his name.

Mo Wen didn’t mind being studied, but he strongly disliked being treated like raw material—genetic modification drugs, brain surgeries, all derived from extracting the essence of his clones and then twisting it onto others.

Putting aside the cloning problem, it felt subtly like becoming a cheap second-generation progenitor for others. If they directly created people based on him, that would mean offspring everywhere, which was weird. If they produced a Death-Denier battle group with universal father complexes, that would be a complete disaster.

If new mutants were bred based on him and those artificial beings were used as raw materials, that would be another matter—kind of like Homo sapiens eating Neanderthals; it wouldn’t concern him directly.

Ren Yiyi put the signed contract into a sealed bag and handed it to a nearby transport drone.

Now everything could be AI-generated, including handwriting and online signatures, but personally writing your name still carried a certain weight. The Corporation would witness this contract and ensure other companies wouldn’t abuse Mo Wen’s body.

According to Dream Corporation’s current strategy, no samples of Mo Wen’s body would be released before any research results.

After watching the transport drone fly away, Ren Yiyi sincerely said to Mo Wen, “Congratulations on becoming a new employee of Dream Corporation, joining the Field Operations Department… I actually wanted you to join the Medical Department as a research subject.”

“But since you’re unwilling, I won’t force you.”

“However, I’m still your recommender. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”

Mo Wen hesitated for a moment but then straightforwardly asked, “Speaking of which, you seem really good at mental suggestion surgeries, and you implanted that ‘Dream Creator’ in my brain… Was I brainwashed, or is it that when the time comes, you just give an order and my head explodes?”

Ren Yiyi shook her head. “Your brain structure is different from normal humans. Regular mental suggestion won’t work on you.”

“However, for physical brain surgeries that could cause serious damage, I can’t say for sure. After all, your brain structure and function are still broadly similar to ours.”

“Of course, as an excellent doctor, I won’t perform surgeries that cause severe trauma.”

“As for the ‘Dream Creator,’ I participated in its development. It’s a psychic enhancement augment designed for high-level special use. Naturally, it doesn’t have such a trigger device, but if you forcibly disable the Dream Creator, it might cause that overwhelmingly powerful psychic energy to go out of control, possibly leading to brain death.”

“And besides me and a few others, no one else can maintain it well. That’s also a kind of safeguard. If you don’t like it, work hard to become the world’s best augment doctor.”

“Also, can you tell me what your psychic abilities are? You probably have a vague sense of them by now.”

Mo Wen wasn’t too sure. “Super endurance king and ‘acceleration’?”

“I feel like I’m more resistant to being killed. This time, if I got a headshot and my brain splattered everywhere, maybe I could reassemble myself, grow arms and legs from the brain, fly, and keep fighting.”

“As for ‘acceleration’…”

Mo Wen stretched out his hand toward Ren Yiyi. Although he didn’t exert much force and caused no obvious indirect effects, it was as if an ordinary person casually reached out, but the speed was abnormally fast.

Ren Yiyi pushed his hand away, roughly understanding his psychic effects. “It definitely matches an alpha-plus-level talent index, defying physical laws and brazenly declaring your power.”

“Time is just an illusion entirely based on human cognition; its essence is the observation and summary of particle movement processes, yet you possess this abnormal ‘acceleration.’”

“It likely has much more potential to develop and might open up a special tech tree. Don’t waste yourself.”

Mo Wen said earnestly, “Of course, I would never give up any chance to become stronger.”

Psychic power intensity in this world’s rules is divided into two parts: index and level.

The index ranges from gamma, which only obeys cold physical laws and possesses precognition; beta, which can resist rules to some extent and shows various abnormalities; and alpha, which brazenly defies rules head-on.

On top of that, there are stronger plus signs and weaker minus signs.

The index is basically fixed unless one undergoes a major event that reshapes oneself.

Researchers have no clue how to increase the index and can only explore it indirectly through suggestions and illegal memory reprogramming.

Moreover, psychics can learn other abilities that don’t exceed their own index through long training, but current research has only made gamma-level abilities universal, beta-level can be suppressed and erased, and alpha-level remains incomprehensible.

As for the level, it indicates what extent the psychic power can achieve: a level 1 gamma psychic may only read traces, while level 5 might pre-read decades-old pasts whose traces have long been erased.

But from level 4 onward, psychics might face brain death, body disintegration, and cognitive chaos when using their powers and often rely on augment restrictions.

At this moment, Mo Wen had suddenly become one of the strongest humanoid beings in the world.

If he could fully master his psychic power and adapt to his augmentations, with complete equipment, he would be formidable.

Of course, if he encountered a true giant war machine, he would still have to run.

Just like the military-grade augmented soldier Mo Wen had just taken down—so long as it retained humanoid form and lacked special psychic power, it was just crispy skin that could be taken out with a few shots, and the firepower humanoids could carry was normally unable to break through shields.