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Star 1999, Psychic Mimicry Awakening Base.

At dawn, a long line formed at the entrance, stretching beyond sight.

The guard squinted at the suddenly flashing red light of the device and quickly intervened, sternly warning, “You don’t meet the age requirement; step aside!”

The child being stopped glanced timidly at the staff and then fled.

The guard frowned at the child’s retreating figure, then raised his voice, “Let me emphasize again: psychic mimicry awakening is very dangerous. No one under eight years old is allowed to undergo awakening procedures, or it could cause permanent brain damage.”

“Furthermore, your true bone age will be displayed on the device, so don’t try to deceive us!”

At these words, the crowd stirred uneasily.

Several children glanced around hesitantly, their eyes filled with doubt, yet none were willing to leave.

Seeing this, the guard gave up further admonishments.

Star 1999 lies on the edge of the Empire’s territory, a remote planet scarce in resources. Most inhabitants barely scrape by on the Empire’s welfare.

It’s easy to imagine that for such impoverished families, having a gifted child would be like a phoenix soaring to glory, an opportunity that drew countless parents to eagerly bring their children for testing.

The awakening of mimicry is simple; becoming a gifted mimic is rare, and awakening high-level mimicry is even rarer.

According to the guard’s years of experience, the chance of producing a prodigy is akin to winning the lottery.

“Next!” he beckoned, signaling the next in line.

The next child was slightly shorter and thinner than the others, dressed in worn, cheap clothes. The only striking feature was her radiant golden hair tied at the back, catching the eye.

Such hair color was exceedingly rare in the galaxy. The Empire’s most famous golden-haired family was the Xuanyuan royal house, whose golden locks shone like molten sunfire. Every royal event became a spectacle, making many Empire citizens enamored with golden hair, almost a universal preference.

“Ding! Age qualified!”

Quickly, the device emitted a green light signaling approval.

The guard’s stern expression softened visibly. “After entering, proceed to the left queue and stand properly. No cutting in line. Others will guide you through your psychic mimicry awakening.”

“Thank you.”

Yuan Hanshuang nodded, took the badge from the staff, and stepped into the steel building.

Inside, another long queue stretched out, though with far fewer people than outside.

Unlike the other children’s tense, timid expressions, she appeared calm, even leisurely glancing around to observe the room’s arrangement.

No one would guess that within this shriveled, small body lay the soul of an adult.

Yuan Hanshuang was a transmigrant.

In her previous life, she was a diligent martial artist, hailed as China’s future star in martial arts. After a decade of striving, she was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of her craft, only to be struck by a car accident on the day of her triumph, leaving her paralyzed.

This calamity dealt a nearly devastating blow to her former self. With her dream trophy just a step away, the psychological pressure was beyond ordinary imagination. Coupled with worsening injuries and various complications, she passed away in despair.

When she woke up this time, she was living in an interstellar era.

Her new life could be summed up in two words: impoverished; or in one word: poor.

In this interstellar age, the people were rich in martial spirit, and fighting gyms flourished everywhere.

Yet compared to the ancient era when Chinese martial arts dominated the world, this era was clearly inferior. The once dazzling ancient martial arts had nearly vanished into history, replaced by practical combat techniques. As a martial arts master, Yuan Hanshuang felt a deep regret.

After observing the world’s martial arts level with detached curiosity, she resolved to use her healthy body to revive her former career, to promote the ancient Chinese martial arts and deliver a dimensionality reduction strike.

Unfortunately, she was still a child this lifetime, limited by her small frame and lacking adult strength. She could only perform exhibition matches in fighting gyms for meager pay. Reflecting on the vast difference between her past performances and current meager earnings, she couldn’t help but feel bitter.

But all that changed recently.

Because Yuan Hanshuang discovered the true specialty of this interstellar era—

Psychic mimicry.

In this age, everyone possessed a unique psychic mimicry.

These mimics came in countless forms: animals, plants, strange beasts, elemental beings, mechanical lifeforms, and even fantasy species once thought only to exist in human imagination—dragons, angels, demons... They had broken free from imagination’s bounds to become real.

Among these, some had awakened mimicry talents, embarking on cultivation paths—these were called gifted individuals.

After thousands of years, gifted individuals had become the most prestigious profession in the galaxy.

Those with top-tier mimics, when synchronized with their mimic, could easily traverse the universe physically, fight the insectoid races in the void, or destroy entire planets in the blink of an eye, wielding godlike power.

Moreover, ordinary people with awakened mimics could integrate their mimics into daily life. Over time, psychic mimicry had become ubiquitous across the stars.

A few days ago, while doing her routine job at an underground fighting gym, Yuan Hanshuang suddenly suffered a severe headache.

An experienced receptionist told her this might be a sign her psychic mimicry was about to awaken.

“You’re already nine and still haven’t awakened your psychic mimicry?”

The receptionist glanced at her with surprise. “Most kids go to the base for awakening ceremonies right after their eighth birthday. I’ve never seen a child as old as you without awakening.”

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She joked, “Maybe your mimicry is a powerful one, since it took this long!”

The idea instantly energized Yuan Hanshuang.

Throughout the galaxy, gifted individuals were the most respected profession. Becoming one would pave a bright path ahead, far better than her current menial job.

Now she could only work as a sparring partner in a fighting gym, earning barely enough to survive. But if she became a gifted fighter, her appearance fees would multiply many times over.

Besides, all top-tier combatants in this world were gifted individuals. Unlike her past life with global martial arts tournaments, here there were only various gifted competitions.

Yuan Hanshuang did not want to give up martial arts. Having been given a second chance with a healthy body, how could she not strive to reach the top of this world and see the view?

With this goal in mind and a career plan, she hurried to the awakening base, secretly hoping to awaken a cool and powerful mimic.

The line moved slowly forward, and she finally saw the full view inside.

At the center stood a white cylindrical metal device, roughly the size of several people hugging. It looked aged but futuristic, like a hollow cosmic ascension chamber.

Several staff stood around, managing the children.

“Relax, don’t overthink it. Just step into the center, and it’ll be over soon.”

Yuan Hanshuang peeked and saw the child at the front nervously step inside.

Once the child stood still, colorful lights flashed above the device. The child froze, then burst into tears.

The next moment, countless faint blue threads emerged above the child’s head, gradually converging in midair, eventually forming a white rabbit holding grass, which gently dropped into the child’s hands.

“Hey, a Spirit Grass Rabbit, F-rank mimic. Not bad.”

A nearby staff member holding the detection device noted, “This type of mimic is usually auxiliary. Congratulations, you can become a gifted individual!”

Sparse applause echoed in the venue.

The child hiccupped through tears, hugging the rabbit and smiling.

Everyone applauded the birth of a new gifted individual, except one child who loudly jeered, “Pfft, the lowest rank trash mimic. What’s there to celebrate?”

This child wore elaborate, luxurious clothes and looked down on others, clearly from a wealthy family.

Curious, Yuan Hanshuang approached, “Are there really different ranks of psychic mimics?”

“Of course!” The young master sneered without hiding disdain for her ignorance. “Mimics are ranked S, A, B, C, D, E, F by strength. F is the lowest.”

“F-rank mimics aren’t just weak; they develop slowly. You can’t compare them with higher ranks. An S-rank mimic meditates one day and gains what an F-rank gains in half a month. Trash, right?”

Soon the young master reached the registration desk.

Yuan Hanshuang heard staff address him with great respect as “Young Master Gu.”

While others needed one staff member for awakening, the young master’s process drew nearly everyone’s attention.

His awakening was extraordinary. The psychic threads above his head were several times more numerous than normal, enveloping the entire device. They descended to the floor, forming a dazzling small tiger with a fiery mark on its forehead—a majestic aura.

“Wow! It’s a Crimson Flame Spotted Tiger!”

The children in line gasped enviously, “I’ve only seen it in videos on the star net. So cool!”

The Crimson Flame Spotted Tiger was a high-level mimic, ranked on the interstellar mimicry charts. Fierce and fast, it was coveted by many.

Even the staff were seeing such a rare mimic for the first time, snapping photos in awe. The waiting children were filled with admiration, while the young master’s arrogance deepened.

“Once trained to level five, the tiger grows several meters long—a born fighter.”

Watching the young master leave, a staff member sighed, “As expected of the Gu family’s heir, awakening their signature mimic.”

“Isn’t everyone’s mimicry random?” Yuan Hanshuang asked.

The staff waved a hand, “Usually yes, but some ancient bloodline families have hereditary signature mimics. For example, the Gu family’s Crimson Flame Spotted Tiger and the Bone family’s Silver Wing White Falcon. Their members have a high chance of awakening these rare strong mimics.”

Inheritance of mimicry? Yuan Hanshuang was surprised.

“Of course. That young master is actually a collateral relative, but he awakened his family’s signature mimic. He’ll likely be taken back to the main Gu household for special training soon.”

With time on her hands, the staff casually explained, “Besides bloodline, mimicry is also influenced by personality. But even so, awakening powerful rare mimics is still very unlikely—like opening a blind box, pure luck.”

Chattering idly, it was soon Yuan Hanshuang’s turn.

She stepped to the center as instructed.

The lights flashed.

She felt countless icy beams sweep over her body.

A mysterious sensation converged from her limbs to the top of her head.

Soon, she clearly saw one blue thread after another float from her head like blooming flowers, dazzlingly beautiful, slowly gathering together.

Something was being born from these threads.

She drifted into a daze, unaware of the astonishment of onlookers.

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“So many psychic threads?”

The previously indifferent staff’s eyes widened. “More than Young Master Gu’s!”

“No, even more.”

Though modest in words, anyone could see that the golden-haired girl’s threads were several times more numerous than the young master’s.

The immense number of threads nearly filled the entire awakening base—a breathtaking sight.

Star 1999 was resource-poor, and psychic gifted individuals were extremely rare.

Due to their scarcity, the Empire’s finance department rarely granted extra funding, leaving many infrastructures lagging. Detecting a prodigy was a great boon for the entire planet.

The staff at the registration desk stared intently at the screen.

Everyone held their breath as the letter on top flickered, finally settling on a D.

“Impossible! After drawing so many threads, only D rank?”

The staff could hardly believe their eyes.

Young Master Gu’s Crimson Flame Spotted Tiger was already amazing, but the golden girl’s threads far outnumbered his—how could the rank be so low?

Everyone had hoped for a B-level genius, but the result was only D.

The sudden drop in expectations brought great disappointment.

“Is D rank very low?” Yuan Hanshuang, having just regained awareness, asked instinctively.

While others focused on the screen, her own psychic mimicry was born from the swirling blue threads.

Unlike others, her mimic was a small red-and-white koi fish, about the size of a palm. It floated in the air, wagging its tail, then swam over to gently nuzzle her cheek.

Seeing the koi, the staff’s expression grew more regretful. “No... it’s not very low either.”

In fact, D rank on Star 1999 was considered above average. Entering the planet’s beginner academy, she would definitely become a focus for teachers.

But the grandeur of her awakening had raised expectations high, making the result a letdown.

After all, koi mimics were quite common—several children awakened them every month.

The staff, accustomed to such scenes, encouraged her, “You’re lucky. Many children awaken koi mimics, but few qualify as gifted. Don’t worry, mimic rank only affects cultivation speed. D rank talents can enter our planet’s beginner academy.”

As an adult addressing a child, despite inner disappointment, the staff focused on encouragement.

“Don’t lose heart. Work hard, and you can aim for the seven advanced academies and develop in the central star region. Keep it up!”

Yuan Hanshuang: “...”

Wasn’t that just discouraging her? Thankfully, she wasn’t an ordinary child.

“By the way, mister, does a person have only one psychic mimic?”

After watching others awaken, the golden-haired girl suddenly asked, “For example, mine is a koi. Could it ever turn into a flying bird?”

The staff looked kindly at the wildly imaginative girl, his gaze almost pitying, “Don’t be silly, child. A person can only have one mimic. Even if you cultivate to the saint tier, your koi will always be a koi, never a flying bird. That’s absolutely impossible.”

Seeing her lack of common sense, the staff handed her a free booklet, “Alright, I have work to do. Go to the observation area now.”

Yuan Hanshuang said nothing.

Watching the staff walk away, she opened the booklet and paused long on the line, “Everyone only has one mimic.” She then sought confirmation from other staff, receiving the same answer.

Fifteen minutes later, Yuan Hanshuang pushed open the washroom door.

According to staff, one person could only possess one psychic mimic.

Yet at the moment of awakening, she had a strong premonition—

That she harbored another, unknown psychic mimic.

In the narrow stall, the little girl quietly opened her palm.

The koi floated gently onto her hand.

Sensing her command, the koi suddenly dissolved into countless fluttering pale blue threads.

The threads began to reorganize, forming wings, soft feathers, a long pointed beak, and two sharp claws.

“Chirp!”

A fluffy black bird, clearly still a fledgling, appeared out of thin air, staring at its owner with wide eyes.

Yuan Hanshuang, hoping for a cool mimic, was speechless.

Well, though a dual mimic, the second form didn’t seem very formidable either.