Regarding the 'original Master' issue, Victor did not insist on getting to the bottom of it now.
There was no information to deduce from.
Later, when there was a chance, he would first ask Royce, and if not, Raphael would definitely know.
He carefully recalled snippets from 'Chronicle'.
The plot was directly skipped.
The 'superpower' in the title refers to the psychokinesis that the protagonists gained after touching a strange crystal and waking up from a coma, allowing them to move objects out of thin air.
And from the looks of it, it had a certain growth potential.
From moving baseballs and getting nosebleeds at the start, to eventually being able to fly around freely.
The span was enormous.
Moreover, Andrew's psychokinesis seemed stronger than the others, but his physique was definitely not the strongest—the strength of psychokinesis had little to do with physical build.
Overall, this ability was quite good, sufficient for the early transition.
Considering that he might fall unconscious after using the psychokinesis development crystal.
Victor put down the stemmed glass in his hand, walked into the bathroom for a hot shower, dried his hair, and wearing the silk pajamas provided by the presidential suite, lay down on the large bed in the Master bedroom.
Oh, it was a waterbed.
He brought up the Platform interface and went straight to the psychokinesis development crystal.
["Do you want to extract the psychokinesis development crystal?"]
"Yes."
["The psychokinesis development crystal has been extracted. Please select the target for use;"]
"Target myself."
["The psychokinesis development crystal has been used;"]
As the Platform's prompt ended, Victor felt his brain buzzing, accompanied by a sharp pain like a sledgehammer striking it.
Even with mental preparation, when the pain struck, Victor still couldn't help but cry out.
He had never felt such pain in his life!
Then.
He simply tilted his head and passed out—this was his brain's self-protection mechanism.
The next day.
A deep-seated craving from within his body woke him up.
He opened his eyes in confusion, and what met his gaze was a fiery red rising Sun—from his position, he could see the sunrise directly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The rising Sun was not dazzling, and its temperature was not as scorching as the midday Sun.
But Victor felt as if all his cells were boiling, emitting a large amount of heat, a warmth that significantly raised his body temperature.
It was his Super Cells absorbing light energy.
But his body's instinct told him that the cells' act of releasing heat was not storing light energy, but immediately releasing the newly converted light energy to strengthen his physical body.
It was his Iron Body.
His Iron Body was consuming the recently absorbed light energy to further enhance his physical defense—and only physical defense; strength, speed, and such only received a slight boost.
Victor's expression was a little strange.
He had absolutely no prior knowledge of this information, yet he inexplicably understood it—it seemed to be information conveyed directly from his cells.
After thinking about it.
If Kryptonian could store the 'Codex of Life' in every cell of Clark, then storing some 'skill descriptions' in cells didn't seem like such a big deal now.
Following his instinct, Victor wanted to get up and pull back the covers to expose himself to more sunlight, expanding the absorption area.
Something unexpected happened.
As soon as he lifted his hand, the blanket had already 'opened itself'—it wasn't that the blanket had gained sentience, but an invisible hand had pulled it open.
Victor could feel it; that was psychokinesis.
As the blanket was pulled back, his body cells released an even greater amount of heat, but he had no time to attend to that.
Now his senses were somewhat peculiar.
In an unknowable dimension, Victor felt he could control a small puddle of 'Water'—this was the manifestation of 'psychokinesis'.
It was formed by his spirit, capable of changing shape according to his thoughts, thereby indirectly affecting objects in reality.
For example.
When he pulled back the blanket just now, he subconsciously turned his psychokinesis into a hand, grabbing the blanket and pulling it open.
This feeling of controlling objects from a distance was very strange, and Victor was having a great time playing with it.
The effective radius of his psychokinesis was only 10 meters, and this small puddle of 'Water' was very small right now—but it was slowly growing.
As he willed it, his psychokinesis was also continuously consumed, proportional to the mass of the object being lifted.
However, within three minutes, he could barely feel the presence of his psychokinesis.
At the same time, his nose felt cold, and looking down, bloodstains were spreading on the bedsheet.
He reached up to touch his nose, and his hand was covered in blood.
His brain also felt like it was being pricked by needles, the stinging pain made him frown constantly, and his thoughts were somewhat unclear.
After slowing down for ten-odd seconds, his mind finally cleared, and the nosebleed also stopped.
Supporting his temple with one hand, Victor carefully remembered the feeling just now—that was the consequence of overdrawing his limits.
He got up, pulled a few tissues to wipe his nose, and at the same time called Alice, asking about the mission progress.
"Mr. Chen, the Mutant underground shelter has been found. The nearest temporary outpost is in Los Angeles City, about a twenty-minute drive from here. There are no surveillance devices inside, so detailed intelligence cannot be obtained," Alice reported.
Victor frowned, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Just keep an eye on it. I need to adapt to my new abilities these next few days. Call room service and have another breakfast sent up. I want a bowl of porridge, and anything else is fine."
"No problem."
According to the plan, he was supposed to go out today, but his current state was hard to say; he had to familiarize himself with his abilities before he could act.
He took a quick hot shower, and breakfast was delivered to the dining area at the other end of the Master bedroom.
This time, the server was an Asian beauty, petite and exquisite, with above-average looks, and an air of gentle demureness.
"Hello, Mr. Chen, here is your breakfast." The Asian beauty's face was flushed, and she sweetly said, "Is there anything else you need?"
Don't say it.
This temperament really suited Victor's taste, and he couldn't help but look at her a few more times, asking with interest, "This beautiful lady, where are you from?"
"Japanese, Mr. Chen."
Victor's newfound interest instantly extinguished—although he had some prejudice, he had no intention of interacting with people from that country.
He pursed his lips and smiled politely, saying, "Please have someone clean the Master bedroom and bathroom. Also, please send the clothes in the bathroom for dry cleaning."
At Victor's subtle rejection, the beautiful server pouted a little in grievance. Seeing that Victor didn't even spare her another glance, a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
But she didn't dare to say anything more, bowed in response, and wiggled her small bottom as she pushed the dining cart away.
After closing the door, the beautiful server's aggrieved expression stiffened. She didn't curse, but just mumbled, "Yesterday, at least Mei got a tip, but I didn't even get a tip. Could he be a..."
Victor naturally had no idea about the server's internal grumbling.
He sat at the dining table, facing a table full of various dishes, yet had no appetite whatsoever—he didn't even feel hungry.
Compared to the steaming hot dishes in front of him, it was the warm sunlight that his body craved more.
Hmm... could it be... To verify his guess, Victor got up from the dining room, walked through the living room, and came to the open-air balcony, which was about 50 square meters.
Here, he could fully feel the love of father sun.
When Victor stepped onto the open-air balcony, he felt as if he was in a hot spring, a warmth that made him feel a hint of drowsiness.
Originally, Victor had forced himself to stay awake; sleeping in was not a good habit.
But he unintentionally noticed that in this strange drowsy state, the psychokinesis he had just depleted was recovering at a significantly increased rate.
Thus.
He simply slumped onto a lounge chair on the balcony and then fell into a dream.
When he woke up again, the Sun was already high overhead.
And he no longer felt any hunger.
That's right.
With his Super Cells, he no longer needed to consume energy through eating; the light energy stored in his Super Cells was enough to sustain his daily activities.
It sounds very powerful, but don't you feel it's very familiar?
Learn about solar panels.
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PS: Feilan has a dream, which is to be like this book and its protagonist, able to receive a huge pile of recommendation votes without even asking for them.