Gods and Demons Atlas: Telekinesis Amplification
After Xu Mo's guidance, Emma Frost could barely contain her excitement. She immediately shut herself away to practice the secret technique he had given her.
Leaving her villa, Xu Mo walked to another residence less than two kilometers away.
This was where Wanda and Pietro Maximoff were staying. Xu Mo had placed Emma nearby to watch over them with her telepathy, ensuring their safety.
As he approached, he spotted Pietro training outside on the lawn. The young man was performing frog jumps with a weighted barbell, his movements sharp and explosive.
After a month of Xu Mo's training methods—and a steady diet of enriched food—Pietro's physical strength had soared. He could now lift well over 800 kilograms, placing him close to the threshold of a super-soldier. Even with a barbell of more than 200 pounds, he moved with ease.
Catching sight of Xu Mo, Pietro's eyes lit up. Tossing the barbell onto his shoulders, he bounded forward and embraced him.
"Xu! Finally back!"
Xu Mo smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. "You've improved. Impressive."
Pietro's grin widened. "It's unbelievable! My strength's almost at nine hundred pounds, and I can run twenty meters per second now. If I entered the Olympics, I'd take home gold without breaking a sweat!"
Xu Mo chuckled. No wonder he once dreamed of sprinting for medals even after awakening his speed.
"Calm yourself, Pete," he said. "You've only begun scratching the surface. What you've reached isn't even the entry level of true training."
Pietro flushed but nodded, reining in his excitement. "Wanda's in the back garden."
Xu Mo left him to his workout and headed around the villa.
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In the garden, Wanda sat quietly, pruning flowers with a pair of scissors. She was so focused she didn't notice Xu Mo approach until he slipped an arm around her waist. Startled, she nearly turned the scissors on him—then relaxed with a sigh when she recognized him.
"If you do that again, I won't be responsible for where these scissors end up," she warned, cheeks faintly pink.
Xu Mo only smiled. With a flick of his hand, a bouquet of fresh roses appeared from the air.
"Magic?" Wanda asked, her expression softening into delight.
"Of course," he said shamelessly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry," Xu Mo added gently. "You've been forced to stay hidden here because of me."
Wanda shook her head. "No… I don't mind. Compared to our life in Sokovia, this is paradise. Here I can tend flowers without worrying about survival. That's already more than I ever dreamed."
"Don't worry," Xu Mo promised. "This won't last forever."
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The next day, back at the manor's training chamber, Xu Mo reviewed his progress.
Status:
Strength: 103,560 kg
Speed: 390 m/s
Telekinesis: 408,600 kg
Points: 34,160
Through cultivation and battles against vampires, his abilities had surged. Hundreds of kills had replenished his points, though he resisted the temptation to exchange them for quick power.
The spirits of plants and beasts could boost him, yes, but such methods only carried one to the ceiling of a God of War tier. To break into the true planetary level, he needed rarer treasures—Wood Dragon Essence, Crimson Flame Fruit, Condensed Light Grass, Heavenly Thunder Elixir.
Even the cheapest, the Muya Crystal, cost over 50,000 points. With 20,000 more, he could afford it.
Until then, the most efficient way forward was amplification—pushing his power through mastery of secret techniques.
His Thunder Blade had reached its third stage, tripling his physical might. His telekinetic control was sharper still—amplified sixfold, allowing him to manipulate six blades at full force simultaneously.
But he sought more.
For that, he turned to the Gods and Demons Atlas.
The tome contained ninety-nine intricate psychic diagrams, each one a construct of divine and infernal figures. To master them was to restructure the mind itself.
With a thought, Xu Mo summoned the seventh diagram into his consciousness—a winged demon etched from threads of spiritual light.
He exhaled, focusing. Golden strands of psionic energy stretched from him, weaving into the air. Slowly, the figure's torso took shape.
But the complexity was overwhelming. Threads tangled, his vision blurred.
"Not good—"
The construct collapsed with a sharp snap, dissipating into nothing. Xu Mo sighed, wiped his brow, then tried again.
The measure of success was clear: to shape a complete figure within sixty seconds.
And so he practiced, hour after hour, day after day.
A month passed.
His efforts bore fruit—his telekinetic amplification doubled from six to twelve. His raw psionic strength rose to 432 tons. With twelve blades under his command, their combined impact exceeded 5,000 tons.
Xu Mo stood on the balcony, eyes narrowing.
"It's time to erase Magneto's shadow once and for all."
With that, his figure blurred and vanished into the sky.