This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 39: Chapter 039 The Place Where Dreams Begin

The teleportation gate suddenly appeared in front of Chen Ke, emitting a white halo as if it were a man-made wormhole.

At noon, there weren’t many pedestrians on the street. Plus, Chen Ke was deep in an alley, some distance from the main road at the entrance to the alley, so naturally, nobody saw this strange teleportation gate.

Chen Ke looked at the scene inside the door and thoughts surged in his mind.

He wanted to walk around to the back of the teleportation gate but discovered that no matter where he went, the gate was always facing him. There was no distinction between front, back, left, or right, as if the space before him had been torn open with a mouth that forever faced him.

He cautiously extended his right hand and slowly inserted his index finger into the teleportation gate, feeling nothing out of the ordinary.

Chen Ke took a deep breath, pulled out his Walther PPQ.45, removed the magazine loaded with regular bullets, and slid back the action to eject the bullet from the chamber. Then he shoved the magazine filled with Flame .45acp civilian spiritual bullets into the handle and re-chambered it.

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If the information he received was correct, then there shouldn’t be much opportunity to engage with others in the Black Box Space. And a Class-D Black Box Space shouldn’t cause him too much trouble.

As long as he carefully avoided other investigators and fitted the silencer to hide the gunshot sound, nobody would know that a mysterious person had sneaked in, quietly killed a few monsters, and then left with Holy Relics.

Chen Ke, holding the gun, quickly leaped into the teleportation gate. As his body completely entered, the gate rapidly spun with a “swish,” the halo whirled like a vortex, the door became smaller and smaller, and when he looked back, it had completely vanished into the air.

“The teleportation gate is closed, cooldown countdown: 3 hours 59 minutes 59 seconds…”

What? A bead of cold sweat crossed Chen Ke’s forehead.

He had planned to just stroll around for ten to twenty minutes, get the Holy Relics and get out while the going was good, but he didn’t expect that opening this teleportation gate would require waiting 4 hours. Moreover, there was absolutely no warning before opening it.

Although he didn’t know whether the door was activated passively or if he could control it himself in the future, for now, he might as well give it a name.

Now, Chen Ke had quite a few abilities at his disposal, and after pondering for a while, he decided to categorize his abilities into two series based on life expenditure and actual effect.

The Killing Aura series, which includes the enemy-seeking Killing Aura Radar, the crowd-controlling Killing Aura Trigger, and the core life-preserving skill Killing Aura Vacuum, absorbing killing aura to extend life.

The second series was now the Life series, Life Transfer Gate!

It could mark Black Box Spaces within a certain range from himself with a beam of light and open teleportation gates upon approach by consuming life.

The advantage was that he could bypass the oversight of the Administration Bureau, allowing him free access in and out of the Black Box Spaces to scavenge Holy Relics or urgently absorb killing aura.

The downside was also very clear, a 4 hours cooldown period, which was quite annoying.

Chen Ke sighed, knelt on one knee, and hid behind a row of computer desks, ears pricked up listening for any movement around him.

Since he was here, might as well hunt in peace.

4 hours could be deadly on the outside, but here in the Spirit Explosion Space, it’s profitable, not a problem.

Chen Ke’s core objective was to obtain Holy Relics.

He currently only had three Holy Relics on him: a coat resistant to poison and acid, a helmet that would trade all its durability for a second chance at life, and a shield that enhanced damage with increased speed.

He was missing a handy weapon, preferably a sword.

A hammer would do as well.

After the battle with the toad, Chen Ke deeply realized that while the power of weapons was important when facing monsters, having the right attribute bonuses was even more crucial!

If the bullet’s attributes were exactly what the monster was resistant to, then its kinetic energy damage would be greatly diminished, or even rendered completely useless.

The power of .357 Magnum bullets was not to be underestimated, yet against a fire-resistant toad, they were like sugar pills.

But Holy Relics didn’t have this problem. A Blood Sword, without any additional attributes, could still make the toad cry and scream.

Chen Ke guessed that the base damage that Holy Relics inflicted on monsters wasn’t like the physical kinetic energy of bullets but rather some other kind of force.

And surely, the Administration Bureau could not replicate Holy Relics, nor even produce similar weapons. Otherwise, missiles and firearms with many special effects would have been equipped in the military long ago, and there wouldn’t be any effort to train “superhumans” or collect Holy Relics.

Chen Ke held his gun and slowly moved toward the glass door that led to the corridor outside; this was his second time here.

The bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up, the body of the Black People was also dealt with, and the Holy Relic Dagger he left here before must have been taken by the Administration Bureau, right?

Although only a little more than 10 hours had passed, Chen Ke no longer felt as panicked as when he had first crossed over.

Now, he was steady as an old dog, eager to encounter a pack of human-faced hounds to get some Holy Relics.

“Miles, is that you?”

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A familiar line drifted from the hallway, entering Chen Ke’s ears.

How could it be so familiar?

Suddenly, Chen Ke thought of something, his pupils dilated several times over as he ground his teeth together.

Impossible… How could it be… Fuck…

Unable to stay calm, Chen Ke quickly ran to the glass door, pressing himself against the wall to wait for the approaching person.

The sound of footsteps drew nearer, sounding like a pair of sneakers or skate shoes. The steps were brisk, as if the newcomer felt no danger in this Black Box Space, as casual as if he were shopping.

“Miles? Where are you?” The voice was different from what Chen Ke remembered; the accent wasn’t hip-hop but sounded more Asian.

A slightly chubby hand pushed open the glass door, and a man about 1.75 meters tall came in, with black hair, Asian skin, wearing a beige hoodie and blue jeans, holding a black pistol in his left hand…

“Come on, man! Let’s…”

Before the man could finish, Chen Ke kicked forcefully at his right knee from the side, then flashed behind him, grasping the gun handle tightly and delivering a fierce blow to the back of the man’s neck. The man let out a yelp and fell face-first to the ground.

Chen Ke quickly pressed his knee against the man’s left arm and back, pointing the gun at the back of his head.

“Don’t shoot! I’ll tell you everything! I’m a Class D investigator from Lescott Spirit Production! My bank card number is 2183-7581-2132-2938! The password is 772634! Social security account…” the man yelled while lying on the ground.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Chen Ke also shouted.

“I don’t have a girlfriend yet, I don’t want to die! I didn’t see your face, please don’t shoot!” The man’s voice was tearful; Chen Ke could feel his body trembling under the knee pressing on his back.

“Where is Miles?!” Chen Ke asked.

“You’re looking for that woman?! I’ll show you the way!” The man’s crying abruptly stopped.

“Huh? Woman…?” Chen Ke’s brain suddenly short-circuited.

“Sleery Mers, I knew that bitch wasn’t simple… You’re part of the Sleery boyfriend revenge group, right? I’ll definitely help you find her!” the man snickered.

“What boyfriend revenge group… Are you from Si’s consortium?” Chen Ke was becoming more and more confused.

“Of course I’m not from Si’s consortium, buddy, I’m from the same company as that little bitch, Lescott Spirit Production, haven’t you heard of it? Oh my god, she really fooled you…” the man said.

Chen Ke, with a gun in his left hand pressed against the back of the man’s head, searched with his right hand in the man’s pockets and pulled out a wallet. Inside, he found an investigator’s badge similar to Parker’s.

“Yang Xiao”

“Psychic Investigator”

“Class: D”

“Affiliation: Lescott Spirit Production”

“Certification Issued: United Federation Spiritual Energy Administration Bureau”

Chen Ke realized he had made a mistake. He stuffed the wallet back into Yang Xiao’s pocket, withdrew the gun, and slowly stood up.

“Friend, who are you?” Yang Xiao felt the aggressor’s hostility wane and plucked up the courage to ask. He didn’t dare to move his body, still lying on the floor.

“My name is… Lin Ke. Class D investigator, Weber Spirit Production,” Chen Ke considered for a moment before giving a fake name.

In this Black Box Space, there were certainly many other company’s investigators, giving his real name might bring trouble to himself.

“Then, you can get up now…” Chen Ke kicked Yang Xiao’s foot.

Yang Xiao sprang up from the ground swiftly, patting the dust off himself, not seeming angry, and gave Chen Ke a silly smile.

Only now did Chen Ke have the chance to properly look him over.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this guy was also one of the Fei Huang People, slightly shorter than himself, plump and jolly looking… He didn’t look like an investigator at all, more like a delivery guy.

“Sorry about just now, I got a little carried away,” said Chen Ke in Chinese. He felt remorseful for pinning an innocent man to the ground and didn’t know how to apologize, so he simply gave Yang Xiao a fist salute.

“Understood, understood, that little whore is very alluring with her seductive looks, it’s indeed hard to control oneself if you don’t know the situation. Bro, tell me, how much money did you spend on her?” Yang Xiao chuckled.