Entering the interstellar era, everyone possesses their own personal sensory device. This thing, which looks just like an ordinary pair of sunglasses, has already replaced the most popular internet tool of the 21st century—computers. All operations can now be completed within virtual space. Of course, using this equipment, you can still connect to the Skynet.

However, William Carter does not intend to log onto Skynet at this moment; he doesn’t have much time.

The sensor is very fast; in just an instant, he has already appeared in his own private virtual space.

Everything in this space was arranged by him personally: the most comfortable sofa and some basic home furnishings. Of course, the most valuable item is the ultra-large fluorescent screen in front of him, which cost him five thousand points of virtual currency to purchase.

Even in virtual space, every person’s most subtle facial expressions can be displayed. So, William Carter frowned and said in frustration, “What should I write?”

In virtual space, there’s no need to write by hand; the sensor can skip this step by directly following brainwave commands. As long as he thinks of a sentence, it will naturally appear on the fluorescent screen in front of him.

After casually thinking of a few lines, William Carter erased them all. Was he supposed to write out everything that happened yesterday, exactly as it was?

If he really did that, in a few days he’d probably find himself on the operating table. He was not prepared, mentally or otherwise, to become a lab rat.

Helpless, he exited the virtual space and looked at the sensor in his hand. It seemed he was definitely going to get scolded by Dr. Harris this time. But he wasn’t discouraged; after all, compared to a minor observation report, breaking through the fifth-level limit of the psychic system was far more exciting.

Thinking back on everything that happened yesterday, William Carter knew his dream was not an illusion.

He touched his left ear, where there was now a tiny, inconspicuous bump. It was precisely this thing that had completely changed him.

A necromancer—does such a thing even exist?

It seemed there had never been any record of this in human history. Of course, those accounts in fantasy novels didn’t count.

But regardless of whether this thing existed, that magical cultivation technique was a genuine treasure.

Oh right, and the incantations—what were those?

William Carter carefully recalled the descriptions of necromancers in those fantastical novels that seemed like fairy tales. Hmm, controlling corpses.

He searched around the room for a while, but didn’t see even half a corpse.

Oh, he lightly slapped his forehead. He’d been too overstimulated today and was a bit muddled. This was his own bedroom, after all. If he really did find a corpse here, that would be a huge problem.

He’d probably either be arrested by the police or beaten to death by his parents...

Chapter Four: Sensor Consciousness

Looking out the window, he saw a small mound of earth behind the neighbor’s house, and William Carter was suddenly intrigued.

On planet Karim, the land is vast and the population sparse; every family has a large plot of land to use. However, humans are social “animals,” so few people are willing to settle in truly remote places.

William Carter’s home was very large, but there were still plenty of neighbors nearby.

He clearly remembered that two days ago, the old yellow dog at neighbor Uncle John’s house had died, and it was buried in that little mound behind their house.

Driven by intense curiosity, William Carter quickly walked over to the small mound.

He put his hands together and prayed for a moment. After making sure no one was around, he silently recited an incantation.

These incantations didn’t need to be spoken aloud; as long as you used your mental power in conjunction, that was enough. However, harsh reality quickly shattered his fantasy—he had already been standing in front of the little mound for a full half hour.

He had recited every incantation he could remember, but the corpse of the old yellow dog beneath the soil showed not the slightest sign of movement.

“Little William Carter, thank you.” An elderly voice sounded from behind him.

William Carter shuddered and turned around, only to see Old John had come up behind him, gently patting his shoulder. He said, “I didn’t expect you to be so attached to Old Yellow. I thank you on its behalf.”

“Ah... uh, this! Well, it’s the least I could do.”

“Sigh, Old Yellow accompanied me for over a hundred years. If it weren’t for the failed life extension surgery this time, it wouldn’t have died.”

William Carter said with a wry smile, “Yes, please accept my condolences.”

Old John let out a deep sigh, affectionately patted William Carter’s shoulder again, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

He had come full of hope and left disappointed. William Carter returned to his room, suddenly remembering something: when had Old John come up behind him just now?

If he remembered correctly, Old John had just appeared out of nowhere. A few days ago, this wouldn’t have been strange, but today his psychic power had already reached above level six, yet someone had still managed to approach him without a sound.

Could it be that Old John was a hidden master? But judging by his frail, elderly appearance, that didn’t seem likely!