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Chapter 137 I Want to Create a Separate Family Tree!

The chaotic buildings, resembling a steel forest, are stacked one on top of another. Electrical wires crisscross the air like spider webs, occasionally flashing with sparks. Domestic sewage is discharged haphazardly here, flowing into the ditches and forming dirty, black water. The air is always filled with a lingering stench of decay.

This slum-like living environment is common in the lower part of the city. People have lived here for generations for hundreds of years and have long been accustomed to this environment.

Life is terrible, but life goes on.

As the sun rises, the people in the vicinity begin a new day.

The breakfast shop owner held a large ladle and slowly stirred the paste-like starch in the pot.

The repair shop mechanic sat on a small stool, occasionally fiddling with the discarded metal parts at his feet.

Some children were chasing and playing in the streets and alleys, and even though they were all dirty, they were still so happy.

These scenes appear perfectly normal, just everyday life for the ordinary people in the lower city, but they are actually full of hidden secrets.

These residents, who appear no different from ordinary people, are actually informants bribed by the rebels. They use their daily lives as a disguise to observe whether there are any suspicious people in the neighborhood for the rebels.

If planetary defense force law enforcement personnel approach, or if unidentified reconnaissance drones appear, they will use hidden communication devices to tip off the rebels.

Even seemingly innocent children are like this. The circles, checkmarks, and other patterns they draw on the ground or walls with chalk may appear to be random scribbles, but they are actually coded messages left for others, conveying information they have observed.

In the center of this neighborhood stands an inconspicuous, dilapidated building with rusty pipes crawling all over its weathered exterior. Inside, there are old mechanical devices, and several men in overalls are repairing an old generator.

It looks like just an ordinary little factory, but if you go inside, you'll discover a whole different world.

The rear storage room, filled with miscellaneous items, has an iron door that connects to a staircase passageway leading to the underground space.

Unlike the chaotic and dimly lit outside, the basement was brightly lit, with technicians sitting in front of old but fully functional computers, displaying various data and images on the screens, including city maps of the upper city, patrol routes of the planetary defense forces, and listening records.

Several rebel fighters sat in chairs, some cleaning ballistic modules with files, others silently assembling old-fashioned pulse guns, their expressions full of arrogance and coldness.

The rebel leader was named "Wam," a man with a full beard. He was sitting in his office with various paper reports scattered on the table in front of him.

His fingers tapped the armrest intermittently, his gaze fixed on the female adjutant in front of him.

This is a woman with a beautiful face and a graceful figure. She is bending over the table to organize documents. Because of the bend in her waist, her collar is hanging down, and you can vaguely see her captivating curves.

“Today’s operation report.” The female adjutant placed a stack of documents in front of Wam and said with a smile, “As per your instructions, Balin led a team to ambush and capture a recipient of the Governor’s Palace. He has been imprisoned in our dungeon.”

Instead of looking at the documents, Vahm reached out and grasped the female adjutant's wrist, pulling it gently.

The female adjutant was caught off guard and fell onto Vam's lap, her waist being pulled in her arms.

"Don't move." Vam's breath brushed against her ear. "You look exhausted lately."

"I'm fine. I don't feel tired with you by my side." The female adjutant was already used to this kind of embrace, and leaned against Vam's chest, her fingers casually stroking the badge on his chest.

Vamu chuckled and lifted her chin with his finger: "Liar. Look at your dark circles. They remind me of an animal called a panda on our home planet."

The female adjutant turned her face away shyly: "Stop fooling around. We just caught someone. Aren't you going to interrogate the recipient?"

“There’s no need for that.” Vam tightened his arms and pulled the female adjutant closer to him. “These gifted individuals have different abilities, and they’re a big problem when they’re awake.”

"I will have someone administer sedatives to him regularly to ensure he remains asleep. Interrogation is too risky and unnecessary. As long as we use him as leverage, the Governor's Office will be wary of us."

The female adjutant lowered her head coquettishly, nuzzling her nose against his neck: "Darling, you are the wisest man I have ever met."

Wam felt a fire ignite within him, picked up the female adjutant and pushed her onto the table: "Then you will see my most valiant side today."

Vam's fingers traced the female adjutant's collar, and the buttons were undone. She closed her eyes, enjoying Vam's kisses, and they began to make love.

Just as the female adjutant was enjoying the pleasure, she suddenly felt a warm liquid splash onto her lower abdomen.

Is that all? How come it's over so quickly today... The female adjutant thought to herself.

She opened her eyes, unsatisfied, and saw Vam's severed neck.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The female adjutant's eyes widened, unable to recover from the stark contrast between what had just happened.

Vam's severed neck was a bloody mess, and fresh blood kept spurting out and splashing on her body, like a scarlet rainstorm.

The head had long since vanished without a trace.

"Ah!!!" The female adjutant was terrified and let out a shrill scream.

The rebel fighters outside the room rushed in upon hearing the commotion, but they all froze in place when they saw what was happening before them.

Before long, the squad leader named "Bahrain," who had just led his team to achieve great merit, also rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

Upon seeing Vam's paralyzed, headless corpse, Balin's eyes widened in fury. He drew his gun and pressed it against the female adjutant's head: "What have you done, you filthy bitch?!"

The female adjutant clutched Vam's body tightly, crying out in a hoarse voice, "It wasn't me! Someone killed him! There's an assassin here!"

“You’re talking nonsense! This place is full of our brothers, how could there be…” Bahrain started to say, but then suddenly realized something.

His expression went blank, and his face visibly drained of color: "That recipient... quick! Come with me to the dungeon!!!"

Bahrain led a group of rebel fighters to the dungeon at breakneck speed, where they witnessed an astonishing scene.

The recipient we captured earlier showed no signs of distress; he had a broken leg, his body was strapped to a chair, and he was still asleep under the influence of sedatives.

However...

Beside the recipient stood a person who looked exactly like him.

Chen Moxin held Wam's head, which was still open in death, in one hand, and poked the face of the sleeping "Chen Moxin" with the other.

This is Gu Qiaoqiao's third-tier awakened ability of spiritual energy - Illusory Shadow Transformation.

This ability can create a clone that is completely identical to Chen Moxin's original body.

The "Chen Moxin" who fought and was captured by Balin and others was not him at all, but a phantom created by him using psychic energy.

Bahrain and his men captured a recipient and took him back as if they had found a treasure.

In reality, the people they arrested were all fake from head to toe.

Chen Moxin's true form remained in a state of refracted invisibility, following Balin and the others all the way, and eventually pinpointing their hiding place.

Chen Moxin looked at Balin and the others, revealing a sunny and cheerful smile: "This fake body is really fun."

Bahrain was the first to recover; he roared and drew his gun: "I'll kill you!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang—" The firelight illuminated the stone walls of the dungeon, and bullets rained down on Chen Moxin.

Chen Moxin's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and all the bullets hit the bound illusory body, causing dense sprays of blood to appear.

Just as Yan Ying's head was pierced, scarlet energy patterns suddenly appeared on his body, spreading rapidly and leaping like thunder.

"Boom!!!" The next second, Yan Ying's body rapidly expanded and finally exploded into a blazing ball of light.

The psychic torrent swept around like a storm, and the nearby rebels were torn to pieces by the energy before they could even scream, their limbs scattered everywhere.

Those who were far away were not spared either. Their combat suits were instantly melted through, and flesh, bones, and fragments of clothing tumbled and flew in the psionic shock. They all fell into pools of blood, their bodies twisted and blood spurting from their mouths and noses, a gruesome sight.

The dungeon had been completely destroyed; the ceiling had collapsed, leaving a crater several meters in diameter on the ground. Large areas of the concrete floor were charred black, and embers were everywhere.

Balin dragged his mangled limbs in the corner, struggling and howling in agony. Many parts of his body were unrecognizable, only charred flesh and bone remaining. His eyes were vacant as he stared at the scene before him: "Why...why did this happen..."

"whee."

With a burst of cheerful laughter, a figure teleported to appear next to Bahrain.

"One head should be enough, but we can take another one if we want."

The next moment, a cold glint flashed, and Balin felt a chill on his neck, his vision starting to drop as if he had fallen.

Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, he saw Chen Moxin with a bright, sunny smile, and his own headless body beside her.

...

[Upper City District, Administrative Center of Cicero Planet Colony]

This is the heart of the entire colony, and also where the planet's political leaders reside.

Three months ago, the former planetary governor passed away due to illness, leaving a power vacuum.

Following the initial nominations by the planetary political parties, two candidates have been identified: Annies Craig and Charles Harker.

Two weeks later, on election day, one of them will ascend to the highest governing position and guide the direction of the entire planet Cicero.

In a mansion in the administrative center, Annies Craig is sitting in the study making a phone call.

This was a woman who looked to be in her thirties. She was tall and slender, with a graceful figure that did not appear weak or frail at all. Instead, she exuded an innate composure. Her appearance was very beautiful, not with the youthful charm of a young girl, but with a sharpness and elegance honed by the years.

She wore a well-tailored women's suit and no jewelry, but the air of superiority she exuded in every gesture was more powerful than any jewel.

"How's the aftermath of the theater bombing going? Hmm, make sure to comfort the victims' families and ensure the compensation is adequate."

"We shouldn't neglect the injured either. In addition to normal medical treatment, it would be best to provide them with some psychologists. They have experienced such a terrible thing and may have suffered psychological trauma."

"What about those rebel prisoners we captured? Still not talking? Then stop wasting time and use the Great Memory Restoration Technique. Once we've interrogated them and gathered all the useful information, execute them immediately."

"Keep them for negotiations? I'm not negotiating with the rebels. I'll kill every one of these bastards I catch and let them negotiate with God."

"Any news from Gaia's home planet? Oh, I see. Winning against the 'spaceship faction' in this election won't be easy, but I'll do my best."

After hanging up the phone, a hint of weariness appeared on Anies' beautiful face. She rubbed her swollen temples for a while before starting to search her body.

A short while later, they found a cigarette box, but it was already empty.

"Damn it, I'm done smoking again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he offered her a cigarette.

"Oh, thanks."

Annie took the cigarette instinctively, but before she could even put it in her mouth, she stood up as if she had been electrocuted. Her eyes turned as sharp as knives, and she grabbed the uninvited guest behind her and slammed him against the wall.

At the same time, a flash of light appeared at Anies' fingertips, and materialized psionic energy condensed into the shape of a sharp blade, which was pressed against the opponent's throat.

She looked warily at the boy with amber eyes in front of her and asked coldly, "Who are you? When did you come in?"

Chen Moxin spread her hands, showing no intention of retaliating, and said with a smile, "I've heard that Miss Anies is a powerful Blesser, and she certainly lives up to her reputation."

Anies' voice remained icy: "You didn't answer my question."

Chen Moxin said politely, "Before you answer, could you please put me down? Otherwise, I won't be able to bow to you."

After a moment of silence, seeing that the other party had no hostility, Annies released Chen Moxin.

Chen Moxin stretched her shoulders and bowed gracefully to Anies: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Moxin, a recipient of the Gift."

“Chen Moxin?” Annie’s face showed doubt. “I know all the recipients of the Gifted Ones of the Cicero Planetary Colony, but I have never heard of your name.”

Chen Moxin nodded and smiled, "That's natural, because I came from Gaia and only arrived here a few days ago."

"Oh? You're from our home planet?" Anies looked him up and down. "What made you abandon the superior living conditions on your home planet and come to this remote place of ours?"

Chen Moxin replied, "Of course, it's about the future."

Anies raised an eyebrow: "Your words lack logic. The administrative level of the home planet is not even on the same level as our colony. Even if you were just a minor official in the government department of the home planet, you would have more prestige than the planetary governor here."

Chen Moxin smiled slightly: "If I were only pursuing a normal career, it would naturally be more suitable to develop on my home planet. But I am a more ambitious person. What I pursue is not temporary fame, but the hope that my name can be left in the history books."

"In our Eastern way of speaking, I want to start a separate page for the family tree."

Chapter 138 The Strange Newcomer

“A separate family tree…” After hearing Chen Moxin’s words, Annie Yis pondered for a moment, then squinted and asked, “Could it be that you mean… the Stargate Project?”

Chen Moxin bowed again like a gentleman, saying, "Humanity yearns to break the shackles of the speed of light. If I can contribute to this, I believe that even after millions of years, human history will still remember my name."

Anies' expression brightened with interest: "That's quite rare. I've heard that the home planet is full of 'spaceship factions,' but there's someone as steadfast as you in the 'Stargate faction.'"

Chen Moxin smiled and raised her head: "If I weren't determined, how could I have crossed astronomical scales to come to the planet Cicero and to the forefront of the Stargate Project?"

After this conversation, Annie Yis relaxed a lot. She sat back down in her chair and picked up the cigarette that Chen Moxin had given her earlier.

Chen Moxin picked up the lighter on the table at just the right moment and lit it for her.

Annie took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, and squinted at Chen Moxin.

"So, if I'm not mistaken, you're here to seek refuge with me?"

"Exactly."

“But how do I know if you’re a spy Charles sent to sabotage me? This is a crucial time in our election battle, and your sudden appearance is very suspicious.”

"Excuse my bluntness, Miss Anies, my psychic ability is invisibility. If I were truly Charles's man, I would have already slit your throat while you were dozing off."

Thinking back to the strange scene of offering cigarettes, Anies's gaze became even more profound, and before she knew it, she had finished the cigarette.