Victor felt no joy at all about becoming a solar battery; instead, he was somewhat horrified.
He got up and quickly went to the dining table; the morning meal was still untouched.
Ignoring the fact that the food had already gone cold, he ravenously stuffed it into his mouth.
Soon, he felt full.
It was only about a third of his usual meal portion.
This… had he become an immortal?
Victor patted his belly, a little troubled.
Even though he was a super rich second-generation heir, he didn't really have the airs of a young master; he was down-to-earth and a true foodie.
When he decided to return to China, he had only two goals.
First: to shoot a classic Chinese film of the century.
Second: to eat every famous specialty snack in China.
Now.
Suddenly, he was told that he would no longer feel hungry, nor would he have excessive cravings for any food.
Wouldn't that directly wipe out half of his life's hobbies?
No way!
Victor was absolutely unwilling to admit defeat so easily.
He opened the platform interface to search for a solution, and the first search result that popped up was a product from the DC Universe.
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Product Name: Superman Bloodline · Super Stomach:
Product Category: [Bloodline]
Product Compatibility: [100%];
Origin Plane: [DC Universe];
Rating: [E ±];
Product Price: 500 Plane Points, E-grade Voucher × 5;
Function Description: Rapidly digest ingested items, converting them into stored energy;
Slogan: Eating for an hour is not as good as sunbathing for a minute; besides satisfying your taste buds, it serves no other purpose:
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Oh… right!
Superman had this ability too.
The Super Stomach itself was a rather useless ability, only appearing in a few panels in the comics and never even mentioned in the DC movies, which was why he had overlooked it.
With a solution in hand, Victor also regained his composure.
Don't think he was making a fuss over nothing.
Try messing with an otaku's anime figures, discarding a gamer's equipment, or smashing a collector's various treasures.
These usually cheerful otaku can genuinely fight you to the death!
"Alice, have someone come and clear these things away."
"Okay, Chen."
Confidently leaving the clean-up to Alice, Victor grabbed a fork, walked out of the dining room, and returned to the open-air balcony, leisurely lying on a lounge chair, accepting the baptism of Father Sun.
That drowsy feeling of being in a hot spring reappeared; his fully recovered telekinesis was now growing several times faster.
This time, he didn't choose to succumb to the drowsiness and sleep; instead, he forced himself to stay awake, using his telekinesis to make the gilded fork float ten centimeters above his palm, posing it in various ways according to his thoughts.
There are many ways to use telekinesis.
Just to make this fork float.
He could envelop the fork with telekinesis, making it move as if an extension of his arm.
Or transform telekinesis into a hand to grasp and wave the fork.
Or transform telekinesis into a flat surface to support it.
He could also mold telekinesis into fine threads to tie it.
In the above methods, the consumption of telekinesis and the precise control over the object are directly proportional.
Consumption = Precise Control.
Telekinetic envelopment > Telekinetic hand > Telekinetic plane > Telekinetic fine thread.
If telekinesis were quantified, with [1 unit of force per gram of mass = 1 telekinesis], then for a 40-gram fork, the consumption for the four methods would roughly be:
80 telekinesis, 40 telekinesis, 30 telekinesis, 20 telekinesis.
And this consumption is continuous output.
The consumption of each telekinesis unit would reduce the overall scale of telekinesis, and thus the upper limit of mass that telekinesis could lift would also decrease.
Until finally, telekinesis would be depleted to zero, and Victor would experience headaches and nosebleeds just like yesterday.
This might sound a bit abstract, so let's compare it to the relationship between gas and fire.
Gas needs to consume itself to maintain the burning of fire, and as the total amount of gas decreases, the power of its explosion also diminishes.
When the gas is completely burned, the fire extinguishes, and the explosion power naturally returns to zero.
The difference is.
Gas, once consumed, is gone, but Victor's telekinesis can self-recover, and when immersed in the sun, it receives a multiplier boost.
After figuring these things out, Victor stopped using telekinesis and slumped in the lounge chair, honestly accepting the care of Father Sun.
While the progress of his Steel Body enhancement couldn't be perceived, the amplification of his telekinesis was noticeably and rapidly increasing.
Soon, it exceeded twice the scale it was when he woke up that morning.
This way of getting stronger just by lying down really made him feel a little embarrassed.
Look at the Avengers.
Thor fought battles for over a thousand years.
Tony had to rack his brains to design his suits.
Banner was a genius with seven doctorates, only getting the chance to be recruited by the military to participate in the Super Soldier Serum research, and then, one in a billion, gained the Hulk bloodline.
Steve, Wanda, and Pietro's superpowers were also obtained through experiments they participated in with a willingness to die.
Natasha and Barton, on the other hand, needed to train day after day to ensure their abilities didn't decline, and they were still at the bottom.
Then look at Victor; all he needed was some sun.
Just sunbathing!
Tsk tsk, if these people knew, who knows what they would think—their expressions would certainly be priceless.
However, Victor didn't pay attention to any of this.
He needed to go out now.
The open-air balcony only received direct sunlight for 6 hours in the morning; after that, the sun would be on the hotel's backside.
Although there was still light energy that could be converted, the efficiency was more than ten times lower.
Where is the best place to sunbathe?
It must be the beach!
All beaches in California are public property; there are no private beaches, so no hotels can be built near them.
The Hilton Hotel was considered close; it only took 20 minutes to drive to the nearest beach.
He informed the hotel through Alice.
The hotel quickly arranged a private car to take him to Santa Monica Beach.
He didn't immediately get out of the car, waiting for about 5 minutes until a beautiful waitress in a swimsuit knocked on the door, gently asking him to alight, and then led him with a refreshing view of her back to the newly arranged area.
Sun umbrellas, lounge chairs, and sunglasses were just basic amenities.
Other items such as a full set of sunscreen products and fruits easy to replenish energy were all available.
If needed, various chilled fine wines, beverages, and even diving equipment could be provided at any time.
And this time, the person serving him had changed again; it was almost certainly an elegant beauty from China.
The hotel had gone to great lengths to ensure Victor's comfort.
There's a reason so many people yearn for America; it's practically a free country of luxurious enjoyment—provided you have enough US dollars.
In America, many people also live in hell.
This time, Victor didn't let the beautiful waitress leave; he calmly enjoyed her small hands applying sunscreen all over his body, and then had her accompany him for a sunbath.
It was purely sunbathing.
Otherwise.
If he were to send her back now, she might not only be reprimanded by her supervisor but also have to do other work—the hotel didn't hire her to play.
But Victor letting her stay, even if she was just lying there sunbathing, meant she was working.
Not only would she get paid, but she might also be rated as an excellent employee and receive a bonus.
This is America.
A country where the rich are supreme.
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PS: This is Fei Lan, an author who constantly asks for recommendation votes.