This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 38: Chapter 038: Life Transfer Gate

Wang Ailin activated the machine and took the probe handle off the mechanical arm, twisting a knob at the side.

“That corpse caused quite a stir at the Research Institute; the professors all think it’s a new breakthrough in the study of spiritual abilities, so they wanted to know more about the detailed circumstances of last night’s Spirit Explosion. And so, I came,” Wang Ailin explained at a leisurely pace.

“Just for that? You could easily have pulled the CPA and FPI reports; those are detailed enough,” Diana sighed.

“Those reports might fool others, but not the Research Institute. The CPA and FPI tend to omit important details in the reports they submit to other departments. I’m very clear on that~” Wang Ailin turned, dipping the newly fitted probe into a blue solution for sterilization.

“Whatever you say,” Diana responded noncommittally.

“So, since I have a classmate at the CPA and she happened to have entered the scene, why wouldn’t I ask her~?” Wang Ailin pulled out the probe and checked it against the daylight lamp.

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“Oh? And why should I tell her anything?” Diana asked with a look of disdain.

“Shirley Xiu’s chocolate shop at dusk… a steaming cup of chocolate… and… a little secret between two girls. Don’t you want to catch up?” Wang Ailin sat beside Diana and spoke softly.

Unable to resist, Diana licked her lips and said, “Alright… but this time, you’re buying.”

“Let me help you with the drainage first,” Wang Ailin said with a smile.

Diana had three faint needle marks two finger widths below her neck, traces of the inserted needles.

Diana maintained her fitness year-round, taking any spare moment to engage in high-intensity outdoor sports, giving her a tanned complexion and streamlined muscles. Her six-pack abs looked like a seamless bar of Dove milk coffee chocolate, irresistibly appealing.

Observing with interest, Wang Ailin couldn’t resist reaching out to poke.

“Hurry up with the drainage; my back is a bit uncomfortable,” Diana urged.

Wang Ailin touched the back of her neck, gently inserting the probe into Diana’s skin. The soft and long probe quickly penetrated beneath Diana’s skin, and Wang Ailin carefully guided it deeper, aiming for the spine.

Diana squinted, feeling a sharp object penetrating her nerves, sending a chill through her. No matter how many times she experienced it, she could never get used to it.

In the tube at the other end of the probe, blue liquid mixed with a tinge of red blood slowly flowed into a sealed capsule the size of a Coke can beside it. The injection amount for Energy Level 1 wasn’t much, just enough to fill a capsule. But Diana, being an Energy Level 2 Spiritual Ability User, required eleven and a half capsules per extraction.

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“I might as well deal with some paperwork over these two weeks… oh… paperwork…” Diana sighed, finding report documentation far less appealing than dealing with sudden Spirit Explosion events.

Spiritual Ability Users had to undergo routine maintenance every two weeks after drainage, and fieldwork would be covered by colleagues who had drained previously. It was a kind of paid leave, in a sense.

“You still can’t sit still, just like before, Diana. Are you still single? You really should use these two weeks off to go to the beach and get some sun, maybe reel in a few hunks from the gym with those muscles of yours,” Wang Ailin said.

“Come off it, Ailin, aren’t you single too?” Diana laughed.

“No, I’m in a relationship,” Wang Ailin said calmly.

Diana turned around, surprised.

“Knowledge, knowledge is my lover,” Wang Ailin said.

“Screw you, Ailin. Go have divine intercourse with Cthulhu,” Diana rolled her eyes.

“If there’s a chance, Diana… I would…” Wang Ailin smiled faintly.

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Meanwhile, Chen Ke sat in Black Box Space number 4679, at the coffee shop opposite the former West Gold Building.

That was precisely where he had escaped from last night.

He took a sip of coffee, feeling it disappear just as it slid past his throat, yet the taste of coffee lingered on his palate.

“That’s not so bad,” he said, tilting his head back and downing his coffee.

Chen Ke had once wondered what would happen if he ate anything given that he was like an eternal machine, without the need for any nutritional intake or sleep. If he ate too much, would he digest and excrete it?

And now, he was increasingly convinced that his current state defied all logic. Living without a heart was puzzling enough, but swallowing food without feeling it go down or the satisfaction of it filling his intestines was just too abnormal.

What exactly was inside him? A black hole?

Chen Ke had only 8 hours left to live, and he had already been observing the place for more than half an hour.

He had come here because of the strange vortex-shaped mark on his chest…

After leaving Pihom’s gun shop, the vortex-shaped mark had started to spin again. It was an odd sensation, as though something was crawling in circles under his skin, yet it wasn’t as painfully uncomfortable as it had been in the rented room before.

Chen Ke had just secretly unbuttoned his shirt to check the mark on his chest. It had turned black, almost as if there were a tiny black hole on his body.

When the mark began to spin, his field of vision suddenly changed, allowing him to clearly see a white pillar of light engulfing the West Gold Building opposite him.

The light wasn’t blinding, simply flickering as though it were a beacon shooting straight up into the sky. Chen Ke knew only he could see this light pillar because no one else, including the investigators queuing at the Black Box entrance of the building, seemed to sense anything unusual.

In fact, it was the sight of this light pillar that had led him here. It turned out that the source of the light pillar was precisely where he had escaped from before.

What did this mean? Did the mark want him to go inside?

Although Chen Ke was curious to enter the Black Box Space and grab some Holy Relics, he wasn’t an official investigator and lacked the credentials to legally enter any Black River Space. Forcing his way in would be pointless; he wasn’t ready to directly clash with the authorities yet.

Unless they posed a threat to him.

“Go over and take a look, there might be a way,” thought Chen Ke, paying his bill and leaving. He pushed open the glass door of the café and walked toward the building.

He crossed the street and retraced his escape route from the night before, walking a few hundred meters to the small alley where he had hidden after jumping out of the light crevice. Although it had only been eight or nine hours, there was a peculiar nostalgia.

The closer he got to the light pillar, the faster the mark spun, and the more intense the sensation in his chest became. It was an inappropriate analogy, but it felt akin to the excitement of approaching the girl he loved.

The halo was now within arm’s reach, and standing in the alley beside the building, Chen Ke couldn’t help but want to touch the strange glow.

The halo seemed like a thin layer of gauze, expanding and contracting rhythmically. His fingers passed through the glow without any sensation, nor did they interrupt the light.

Chen Ke looked up, following the pillar of light toward the roof and the sky. It wasn’t coming down from above but shooting up from the ground.

The mark on his chest continued to spin, now at a rate reminiscent of a turbo engine, evoking a forceful pulling sensation as if something sought to burst out from the vortex’s center.

He instinctively covered his chest, worrying that he might explode if this continued.

“How do I get in…?” he pondered.

“Spend 1 hour of life to open a Teleportation Gate.”

“You have 7 hours 29 minutes and 47 seconds of life remaining…”

A line of orange text suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.

A drop of sweat trickled down Chen Ke’s forehead.

The spinning speed of the vortex mark on his chest accelerated exponentially, and Chen Ke felt as though something from within was about to gush out of the mark’s center. His whole body was pulled by this force, involuntarily rising on tiptoe and puffing up his chest.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” The gushing sensation grew stronger, and something was indeed about to come out! Chen Ke breathed rapidly with a look of unease, all the while glancing around anxiously to make sure passers-by didn’t notice his abnormality.

“Whoosh!”

A white ball of light erupted from his chest, stopping a couple of steps away, and kept spinning in mid-air, spreading out from the center to form a 2 meter-tall, half-meter-wide oval-shaped Teleportation Gate.

The Teleportation Gate radiated a white glow, continuously rotating, while the scene inside was entirely different. Chen Ke almost immediately recognized it as the place where he lay just after he had crossed over…