Chapter 3 The Black Ship's Mission and the Understanding of Psychic Power

"That was an embarrassing five seconds." Many years later, in his diary, people found Calvin's evaluation of this experience.

Jiang Wen, who had been a bystander for 14 years, was obviously not so proficient in High Gothic. Most of the serfs he met on a daily basis spoke the unclear Low Gothic as their mother tongue, so it took him four seconds to understand what the other party meant.

Calvin, who failed to pretend to be dead, thought for 1 second and decided to do something.

He stood up and rolled behind the mechanical servant who didn't react.

During this process, his flexible and powerful body made his actions soundless; his quick reaction allowed him to find the weapon he wanted and try to get it the moment he stood up; his powerful strength made the simple joint skills plain but intimidating.

In half a second, Calvin took a screwdriver from the many prosthetic limbs behind the servitor and put it behind the servitor's head, and then he heard the naval officer's belated persuasion:

"Relax! Relax! Young man! You don't have to be so nervous."

"Give me a reason to believe you." Calvin looked around vigilantly and spoke in unfamiliar High Gothic.

"This is the Black Ship, she belongs to the Astronomical Court. If we have ill will towards you, at least you won't be brought up here without any control measures, understand? My child."

"Black Ship? What is it for?"

"You shouldn't know this, but your psychic talent has awakened, child. This ship is a special spacecraft of the Imperial Astronomical Court to collect psychics within the empire. Its mission is to find you before your psychic power gets out of control."

"Psychic?"

This taboo word seems to have certain concepts and powers.

The moment Calvin read this word, his instinctive reaction made him understand the meaning of "it".

He seemed to see a flower that grew wantonly above the laws of cosmic physics, enchanting and wanton.

Every fine line on the charming petals represented a powerful force, while the ugly roots that entrenched in the entire universe clearly told him what a sinful and tragic story each power ended up with.

He saw someone make a deal with "it" in exchange for power that he never had, at the cost of his own and others' souls;

He also saw someone trying to find the essence of "it", but lost himself and humanity on the way.

Every person with psychic talent is both a lucky person and a cursed person in this universe. Fortunately, they have since escaped from their own existing destiny and have the possibility of truly flying into the sky; unfortunately, from the moment they awakened, their souls have been placed on the table of the evil god.

Every time this forbidden power is used, it will bring growth in power.

And every seemingly costless enhancement will repeatedly light up the projection of the user's soul on the other side of the subspace, until the demons hunting for the evil god follow the light and find your soul.

When a person cannot restrain his desires and uses this forbidden power without restraint.

The projection of his soul in the sub-space will become clearer and clearer. One day, the evil god of the sub-space and his minions will find him, take his soul away, devour it, or become a toy for the evil god to eliminate boredom and torture endlessly in his almost eternal life.

And his remaining flesh and blood will become the gateway for the evil gods and their demon descendants to come to the real universe.

Allowing them to break through the constraints of the laws of the universe and reach reality for a more terrible hunting and killing carnival.

Can anyone really resist the temptation of this power? Calvin has no expectations for this.

As a veteran who is nominally 14 years old but has lived two lives, he has always been pessimistic about human nature.

There may be fewer flies and dogs in the military camp than in society, but isn’t it to break through the limits of oneself that sweat and even blood and tears are shed every day?

The temptation that seems to be increased at no cost is really irresistible. This cognition even includes Calvin himself.

When Calvin fell into a state of deep thought, his psychic energy finally responded to him for the first time in his short 14 years of life. He saw from the perspective of soul introspection: a black gem with countless facets, slowly rotating and rising from the ocean of his consciousness.

The gem seemed to be a miniature black hole, greedily absorbing all the psychic fluctuations around it, so that when it responded to Calvin's call, the psychic fluctuations that should have overflowed and the abnormal temperature changes from the subspace were eaten up by it like a glutton.

Calvin's psychic fluctuations were therefore completely suppressed within his body, so that the Geiger counters scattered throughout the hangar did not detect it.

But Calvin didn't understand these. He just saw from the frequency of its slow rotation that it didn't look like it was out of control at all...

Calvin came back to his senses and continued to ask:

"Then, what if the black ship came too late? I mean, what if I have already lost control?"

"That means destroying you after you lose control. You should be glad that you are not the latter. The corruption of the warp is irreversible. This is a bloody lesson learned by the Empire with countless lives over tens of thousands of years."

"So I should thank you?"

"Of course you can. And to be honest, you are different from those 'taxes'. You are a noble! Military noble! Unlike those palace nobles who hang around on Terra, the badge on your body comes from the blood of your ancestors. Rancheng, your parents or elders have contributed to the empire. You are ours! You deserve the best training and placement, instead of being simply used as fuel."

"Firewood?"

"That's not what you should know now, kid. All you need to know is that you are one of ours. You will not be treated unfairly. Put down your ridiculous weapons before you really make a big deal out of it."

"All right"

After looking around, I found at least 20 security guards with suspected heavy weapons, criss-crossed in all directions, covering the entire hangar without blind spots. Calvin, aware of the facts and resigned to the situation, dropped the screwdriver on the steel floor. The servitor was completely unresponsive to the crisp impact, and was still mechanically and repeatedly trying to complete its tasks.

"They are no longer alive. Ignore them and follow me." After speaking, the officer turned and walked towards the elevator in the corner of the hangar. Calvin hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"where are we going?"

"11th Floor B, the Purity Testing Ground directly below the church. Someone is waiting for you there. Don't worry, it's just a formality. If there is any problem, you will have been exposed."

"Raised? Is this a slang term for your navy?"

"Bullshit! What do you mean by your navy? What if you are assigned to us in the future?"

………………

The first floor below the church on top of the spaceship is also the office of the true owner of the spacecraft, the Lady Black Ship, one of the few highest-ranking officers of the Sisters of Silence combat force known as the Emperor's Claws.

The surrounding walls are made of 3-meter-thick ceramic steel and are engraved with purity marks. In this spacecraft that takes 10 years to build even in the Forge World, the separate cost of this cabin can be listed as a separate expense. of.

But unlike its expensive nature, when you are lucky enough to enter this cabin, you will find that the spacious space is surprisingly simple.

In addition to the wall opposite the door, which occupied the entire field of view, the life-size oil painting of the emperor and the large desks and chairs directly below, as well as weapon racks, holographic maps and other necessary equipment, there were only tall bookshelves lined with walls.

When Kassin was allowed into the room, the woman was behind her desk, poring over piles of papers. Under the light of the human oil candle, the lady's face looked slightly pale.

Obviously, as a veritable "space city" with more than 50,000 employees, even daily administrative management is a headache.

And such black ships are just a drop in the ocean in the vast empire territory with tens of billions of administrative planets.

After waiting quietly for a long time, the lady finally raised her head from the document. Her gentle and determined eyes looked at Cassin, who was standing quietly aside. She smiled and said to her in sign language:

"Our little Cassin has grown up and started to become patient. Come, sit in front of me and tell me about things on the ground..."