Although this wasn't nearly enough for him to even sweat, he had barely used 20% of his full Telekinetic power.
The garbage around him started to shatter, plastering to the ground one by one.
Zarek stood up, and his nose twitched.
"I'll need to bathe again," he sighed. "But it's already too late."
Cursing at himself, he walked out of the alleyway. Immediately, people started giving him weird stares while staying far, far away and blocking their noses.
Zarek saw this and couldn't help but grumble in his heart.
This was purely because of the smell. He still had some confidence in his handsomeness thanks to his title, which allowed him to maintain a perfect body no matter how he trained.
Anyway, he walked into a tailor's shop and spoke lightly:
"Give me some new clothes."
"No," a receptionist replied, giving him a disdainful look. "Go beg on the streets, beggar. You're disrupting our business."
Zarek felt a twitch in his brow.
