Spiritual Master
"Consciousness space?"
Xu Mo guessed.
After all, he had clearly seen the Star Tower sink into his eyebrows. At this moment, he also noticed the dark-golden sphere that had just vanished now floating above the Star Tower.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, the sphere stirred, spinning faster and faster. Waves of dense spiritual energy surged outward from it.
"Spiritual power…"
From the system's description, Xu Mo knew: the amount of mental energy released by the spiritual core was directly tied to his physical foundation.
His warrior strength currently stood at the level of a junior general.
His psychic strength, however, could exceed this by at least two tiers.
In other words, the spiritual core was now directly releasing power, raising his psychic might to the level of a high-level general.
After only a moment's pause in the consciousness space, Xu Mo's mind returned to his body.
The instant he came back, pain flooded him like a tidal wave. His teeth clenched; he endured for less than a quarter of an hour before his body gave in and he blacked out.
Yet even in unconsciousness, the sphere in his mind continued pouring out energy, steadily increasing his mental power.
No one knew how long passed.
Eventually, the flow slowed and stabilized.
Xu Mo's fingers twitched. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
"Did I faint?"
Then, a flicker of shock crossed his face.
He could see—no, perceive—every movement within a hundred meters. The servants cleaning the villa. Wanda tending to the flowers in the garden. Even the butterflies fluttering nearby, their wings etched with patterns visible to him in perfect clarity.
It felt as if the entire world lay beneath his control.
He knew it was an illusion. But it was intoxicating.
Withdrawing his perception, Xu Mo looked at a dumbbell on the opposite rack.
His will stirred.
The dumbbell trembled, then lifted into the air as if grasped by invisible hands.
"Telekinesis…"
His eyes swept across the machines in the gym. Wherever his gaze landed, weights and equipment floated upward one after another. In half a minute, the entire gym resembled a zero-gravity chamber, even the treadmills and bench presses suspended midair.
When he finally set them down again, he remained calm.
"Open the properties panel."
The system interface appeared before him:
Name: Xu Mo
Age: 20
Strength: 15,360 kg
Speed: 118 m/s
Telekinesis: 61,600 kg
Ability: None
Points: 1,960
His physical power had risen from ten tons to over fifteen.
"So, mental strength boosts the body too…"
He had suspected this much, so he wasn't surprised.
But when his eyes fell on the telekinesis column, he froze.
"Sixty-one tons?"
That was more than four times his raw physical strength. Early God of War standards began around sixty-four tons—he was already knocking on that threshold.
Exhaling slowly, Xu Mo steadied his excitement.
He had become a Spiritual Master.
If he faced the Juggernaut again, he was confident he could finish him with ease.
After all, telekinetics could fly. Even if raw telekinesis couldn't directly move his body, he could easily ride weapons through the air.
With that thought, he opened the system's mall to select weapons. But moments later, he shut it with a scowl.
Too expensive.
His current points weren't even enough for a full set of low-grade throwing knives.
At his level, he'd need at least a seven-series blade set. One seven-series knife cost 500 points, while a nine-series blade—usable even at peak War God level—cost 1,000.
With less than 2,000 points, he couldn't even buy two.
And to properly fight, he needed at least four blades in control simultaneously, which meant over 4,000 points.
He could technically use lower-grade knives, but with sixty tons of force behind each strike, inferior materials would shatter instantly against hardened targets.
Then his thoughts sharpened.
"System. If vibranium or adamantium were forged into throwing knives in this world, what level would they be equivalent to?"
"Nine-series."
The system's emotionless reply rang in his mind.
Xu Mo's eyes lit up.
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Brotherhood Headquarters
In a circular hall filled with mutants, a group pushed in a massive crate more than two meters tall.
From his throne-like seat at the front, Magneto—Erik Lehnsherr—rose and extended a hand, his fingers brushing the metal surface.
"All the U.S. dollars Kingpin collected?" he asked coldly.
"That's right!" a blond youth confirmed, flipping a switch.
The crate opened, revealing mountains of neatly stacked cash.
"Five hundred million dollars!"
Gasps rippled through the gathered mutants.
But Magneto's expression remained grim. "Not enough. Not nearly enough. We're still far from the resources required to achieve our vision."
He paused, then turned toward a hacker girl in the crowd.
"The one who killed Kingpin… wasn't he wealthy?"
She tapped rapidly on her console, pulling up a dossier.
"Xu Mo. CEO of Fox Film Corporation. Second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries until he sold off his shares. He still holds stakes in multiple corporations. His total assets exceed one hundred billion."
The hall erupted in murmurs. Most of these mutants came from nothing—hearing such numbers left them stunned.
A slow smile curled Magneto's lips.
"With his support, we'll never lack for funds again."
As he spoke, he raised his hand. Knives and forks lifted from the dining tables around them, spinning lazily above his palm.
"I think he will be… very willing to contribute to the mutant cause."
His gaze hardened.
"Of course, all this must wait—until my full power is restored."