It turns out that "absolute memory" also belongs to the Microscopic level of supernatural abilities, while the ability to bend a spoon with willpower belongs to the Disruptive level…
As for the latter three levels, they basically never appear in the public eye…
Because, although the world has fallen into a strange peace due to the impact of supernatural powers, conflicts and disputes don't disappear out of thin air; they simply shift to the hidden battlefields of superhumans.
In fact, it can be said that because the infiltration and destructive capabilities of individuals or teams are almost comparable to those of an army, yet without the enormous costs of an army, and without the inability to clear themselves of suspicion as aggressors, superhumans have become the most useful tool in conflicts between nations!
Even if they die in a foreign land, their country can easily distance itself. One could say that the role of superhumans is similar to that of special forces, but their abilities are hundreds or thousands of times greater; they are a force that can truly influence the battlefield.
For the past decade, the superhuman conflicts between large and small nations, and between large nations themselves, have been like a real war, endless, cruel, and bloody.
I turned my gaze away from the earth. I was originally a "dangerous level" superhuman, belonging to the martial arts category. Like the first Eastern martial artist to appear and destroy a US aircraft carrier, considered the first "strategic level" superhuman, I could wield miraculous true qi.
However, after being injured, my qi sense seemed to have become extremely weak, even making it difficult to use martial arts. Although my physical abilities still far surpass those of ordinary people, I have regressed to the "microscopic level." While not all microscopic level individuals are incapable of participating in superhuman conflicts—for example, Sister Zhiran possesses absolute memory and exceptional intelligence—... She was active as a technical support provider; the life support system that saved me was developed under her supervision.
However, for martial arts-based superhumans, the microscopic level is of little use, even a hindrance, which is why the organization had me retired…
Although I've said goodbye to my seven-year superhuman career and to Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhi Ran, after the initial sadness, I couldn't help but look forward to something else:
In Shen City, I have a fiancée I was betrothed to since childhood. Actually, although I was betrothed, I've never met my parents. I lived with Uncle Luo's family since I was little, so we were childhood sweethearts from kindergarten to high school. Combined with our betrothal, we were already mutually in love.
—Even during the summer vacation when I was seventeen, we tasted the forbidden fruit together. That touching blush is a mark I'll never forget.
…
With mixed feelings, the helicopter flew over the land, and after reaching the provincial capital, I transferred to a plane and flew to Guangzhou. As per base regulations, traveling to a destination requires at least two transfers, and although this was my last time leaving the base, I would strictly adhere to this rule.
Upon arriving in Guangzhou, I was astonished by the dramatic changes in the city's appearance. I had been to Guangzhou before, but I had never seen so many overhead railroad tracks. Magnetic trams suspended above the ground had almost completely replaced public buses, and the ubiquitous 3D billboards were a refreshing sight.
The atmosphere of peace and development was intoxicating, further solidifying my belief that my actions were right—however, as I boarded the plane, a very serious problem suddenly occurred to me!
Due to the secrecy required for my seven-year underground life as a supernatural being, I seem to have, possibly, perhaps… never contacted my fiancée even once…
Shortly after our first encounter, I was secretly recruited after testing positive for supernatural traits. She had no idea where I went; the only thing she knew was that I was still alive…
I suddenly felt a little guilty, unsure how to explain myself to her if I saw her. With these thoughts in mind, I boarded the plane from Guangzhou to Shanghai. Just as I reached my seat, I inadvertently caught sight of a stunningly beautiful woman in front of me.
She was wearing a form-fitting women's suit, her long hair reaching her waist, her breasts high and firm, her waist slender, and her pear-shaped, rounded buttocks encased in a shapely pencil skirt.
Beneath her body, a pair of sheer black stockings revealed exquisitely long legs with a rosy complexion. Anyone could see that the stockings offered no enhancement to her leg shape, yet they did nothing to detract from the slender, graceful lines of her legs…
But what truly made my mouth gape was her stunningly beautiful face, sculpted by a fleeting glimpse. Her eyebrows were delicate and arched, her eyes like morning stars, her nose pert and elegant, her lips like freshly peeled water chestnuts, her cheeks smooth and pointed from her chin to her cheeks. The lines of her features and face were indescribably exquisite and delicate, a masterpiece of nature.
It wasn't just me staring at her; everyone, men and women alike, was captivated by her elfin beauty and graceful figure, unable to resist staring intently at her. Yet, her icy demeanor clearly kept everyone at a distance, and no one dared to approach her!
But if I wasn't mistaken—
This was none other than my fiancée and childhood sweetheart, whom I hadn't seen for seven years—Luo Xuetang!
Her slender figure stopped a short distance away. Gazing at her beautiful form, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I couldn't help but recall her appearance seven years ago. She was even more beautiful then; youth seemed undiminished, time only adding a touch of mature radiance.
Her demeanor had also shed some of her youthful naiveté; she possessed both the vibrancy of a young girl and the elegance of a mature woman—indescribably stunning!
Seven years…
I was about to call out to her, but a thought suddenly struck me: I hadn't contacted her in seven years. Should I just rush up to her now? Even…
I didn't even have a single flower in my hand. How could I apologize to her?
I could only suppress my excitement and begin planning how to surprise her later. Well, actually, I didn't expect her to be surprised; just a little forgiveness from me… would be enough.
I knew that a seven-year estrangement wouldn't be easily erased, but I was willing to spend even more time making it up to her…
Suddenly, Xue Tang looked in my direction, her expression melting like ice and snow, a radiant smile spreading across her face. My heart skipped a beat. She'd noticed me?
She smiled at me?
In that instant, I almost jumped up to acknowledge her, but the next moment my expression froze, and I almost stood there dumbfounded.
Because Xue Tang's gaze wasn't on me, but rather on the aisle. A tall, blond man in a sharp suit walked over. He naturally took Xue Tang's small hand and kissed its smooth, white back. Then they sat down, their hands still clasped together.
I was completely stunned. Xue Tang's smile was for him, he'd kissed her hand, and now they were holding hands… What was their relationship?
I lowered my head, lost in thought. Scenes from seven years ago flashed through my mind: from elementary school to high school, the first time we held hands, the first kiss…
And that unforgettable first night, the few vibrant red marks on the pristine white sheets.
Thinking back on these long seven years, I had no idea how Xue Tang had fared. I had wronged her. The impulse to rush forward was quietly extinguished by an indescribable cowardice…
Because, doing so might be irreversible. Perhaps Xue Tang was just playing around with that man, not serious.
A bitter feeling welled up inside me, yet I couldn't help but glance in that direction. Hmm?
Their hands had parted. Not only that, although they were sitting together, the distance between them was quite considerable, not like that of a couple.
A glimmer of hope rose in my heart, and I also saw the blond foreign man stealing glances at Xue Tang's delicate profile. She, however, couldn't resist him, gently lifting her plump, smooth thighs and crossing them.
The high-quality fabric and elastic bodycon skirt made her look full and round, widening the small opening on her thigh to reveal her smooth, snow-white skin covered by black stockings. Her movements seemed both unintentional and deliberate, exuding an indescribable allure.