The power of wizards comes from using spiritual power to stir the energy particles in the air, forming spells.
Even just a single syllable from Leilin, once infused with spiritual power, could trigger mysterious changes.
A mass of scorching flame suddenly formed before Leilin, and a vast wall of fire spread outward, blocking the searing white light.
The other armored men in black could only watch as the young man spoke a single syllable, then an enormous blaze materialized out of thin air and annihilated the laser beam alongside it—while the young man himself remained completely unharmed.
*Clatter!* One of the armored men's grip loosened involuntarily, and his laser rifle clattered to the ground.
Even after numerous bloody battles and rigorous training, they had never witnessed anything like this.
"Psion!" the leader cried out in shock.
"A Psion? So that's what people in your world call those who wield supernatural power?"
Leilin smiled faintly, clasping his hands behind his back as he surveyed his surroundings. A hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.
"Is this a dream? Or a world generated from my own memories? Many things resemble my previous life, yet there are different elements woven in…"
"Our target this time is only her! You can leave!"
The leader spoke in a low voice. As one of the few high-ranking officials who knew of Psions' existence, how could he fail to understand the terror of one?
"Get lost!" But Leilin merely regarded them with cold indifference, as though observing a few ants.
"You—" The captain's face flushed crimson. He suddenly drew a glowing ring from his waist.
"Magnetic Storm Model 2—a weapon specifically developed to counter Psions! If you're willing to leave, we can pretend none of this ever happened…"
"Hmm! Interesting!" But in the next instant, the captain's hands were empty. The ring had materialized in Leilin's grip in the blink of an eye.
"Spatial ability? Or superhuman speed?" Cold sweat trickled down the captain's forehead bead by bead.
"Ignorant and foolish!"
Leilin regarded the man with a look of pity, and the sheer coldness in his gaze made the captain feel as though he had plunged into an icy cellar.
A Psion who could snatch a weapon from his hand without giving him the slightest chance to resist was absolutely beyond anything he could handle. In fact, if things went wrong, every single member of his squad could die here!
"Run!" the captain screamed. A compact laser rifle materialized in his hand, and deadly beams of light shot ceaselessly toward Leilin.
*Tsss! Tsss! Tsss! Tsss!* The barrage of light was intercepted by a golden barrier, followed by an eruption of flames.
*Whoosh!* The beautiful crimson radiance of the blooming flames was the last scene the captain ever saw in this world.
Carol stood there in a daze. She could clearly sense that this Brother Leilin was vastly different from before—somehow more confident, perpetually surrounded by the aura of a true powerhouse.
Though Carol had previously dismissed talk of auras as nothing more than a joke, she now understood that there truly were powerful beings in this world.
In the span of a single flash of red light, all those terrifying enemies had been reduced to ash. If such a person wasn't a powerhouse, then who could be?
"You're Carol, aren't you?" The face across from her was still familiar, the voice still the same—yet Carol involuntarily took several steps backward.
"Who are you? Don't come any closer! Where did Brother Leilin go?"
Tears had already begun to well up in the eyes of this strong-willed little girl.
But even though she desperately wanted to flee from the person before her, an invisible force pushed her forward, right in front of Leilin.
"Are you the focal point of this world?"
Leilin gazed at the little girl before him with a smile, speaking words that left her completely bewildered: "Through emotions to compel a choice. No matter what decision is made, the true spirit will sink into this world forever, correct?"
Carol found that she understood every individual word Leilin said, but strung together, they made no sense at all.
"It seems I've been targeted by someone."
Leilin stroked his chin. "How do I get out of here? Chip!"
*Ding! Host is affected by unknown radiation—true spirit is lost!* *Ding! Host is suffering from consciousness fog—cognitive impairment detected—projecting guidance coordinates!* Unlike last time, the Chip responded immediately. Dense rows of status information filled his vision.
The Chip had always been fused with Leilin's soul. No matter where Leilin was, so long as his true spirit still existed, the Chip would persist.
The opposing force could only temporarily sever this link—it could never completely cut it off.
The Chip was even independently attempting to awaken Leilin's true spirit, which was one of the reasons he had managed to clear his mind from the world's fog so quickly.
"Chip! Scan! The target is the entire world!"
Leilin commanded.
*Ding! Task established! Scan commencing!* Following its upgrade, the interface had been overhauled and the Chip's capabilities had undergone a massive improvement.
*Tri-element structural scan in progress—instability detected! Missing Egel curve—classified as an unstable world!* *Curse power detected—classified as a Dream Curse!* The Chip delivered its feedback swiftly.
"As expected. An outsider's curse dragged me into an illusion?" Seeing the dense stream of data and the final conclusion, Leilin's expression darkened.
"To break the illusion, I need to start with the 'key,' then deal with the backlash!"
Leilin approached Carol.
"You… what are you doing? Don't come near!" Carol retreated in panic, but Leilin's expression didn't change. He extended a finger and pressed it lightly against her forehead.
*BOOM!* The entire world trembled, and then Carol collapsed directly to the ground.
Although she hadn't died, Leilin could sense that whatever entity had been linked to her was now fracturing layer by layer.
"Carol is just a vessel. Once I deal with the 'key factor' on the other end, the backlash should come soon!"
The void shuddered, and Leilin's entire body rose into midair.
"Guo'er, look! That person—it looks like Leilin!" Xiwei's jaw dropped.
"It really is! It's really big brother! Has he turned into a superhero?" Guo'er pressed her small hand to her forehead, swaying unsteadily.
That useless brother of hers—had he actually been playing the fool all along? Was his true identity that of a superhero, secretly working to protect world peace?
*BEEP! BEEP!* Piercing air-raid sirens and red beams of light blared across the city skyline.
Countless hovering circular saucers surrounded the area in dense formation. Armored figures poured out from them, intricate energy circuits glowing across their suits. The exoskeletons those mercenaries had worn were absolute junk and dregs by comparison.
The leading figures were wreathed in extraordinary fluctuations of energy. According to what the previous leader had said, they should all be Psions—and they appeared to be of considerable rank.
"Hovering saucers—could this be the Federation's classified extraterrestrial colonization fleet? Oh my God!"
Students and pedestrians on the ground below shrieked in alarm. Those leading figures, in particular, radiated an oppressive presence that made it hard to even breathe at a glance.
Fantasy and reality, dreams and mystery—things that had existed only in conjecture suddenly materialized before everyone, delivering a powerful sense of unreality.
A beam of blue light swept across Leilin's body. Behind the leader's glasses, data scrolled past—as though Leilin's identity had been instantly revealed.
"Leilin of Sacred Purity Academy, Third Year! As a Psion, you recklessly used your abilities in public, causing an extremely adverse impact. We are from Psion Headquarters—come with us immediately to face sanctions!"
*Sigh…* Leilin shook his head. "Why didn't you show up when we were being attacked? And now you arrive so quickly. I'd like to file a complaint!"
The mocking tone immediately made the leader frown, resolving to teach this insolent brat a lesson.
"Who do you think you are? Psion Headquarters only operates against Psions—ordinary citizens fall outside our jurisdiction. You, however, have committed a serious offense. Prepare to face the Psion Tribunal!"
The leading Psion waved his hand, and two figures lunged toward Leilin.
*Sigh…* As expected, in any world, weakness was the original sin. Leilin sighed. Terrifying waves of energy erupted from his body.
*Tsss! Tsss!* Billowing clouds of black smoke surged forth, enveloping the two incoming figures.
After a bone-chilling sound, several broken white bones and scattered metal components clattered to the ground. The two figures had vanished entirely.
*CRACK!* The leader's glasses shattered outright, leaving several bloody lines across his face. He paid them no attention, his eyes fixed on Leilin in utter disbelief as he muttered: "Seraph-rank! He's a Seraph-rank Psion!"
The allied personnel behind him took several steps back, as though Leilin—whom they had surrounded—were some kind of monster.
A Seraph-rank Psion was the highest classification in the current ranking system, a powerhouse who existed only in legend—someone who could cause energy detectors to max out. The title of Seraph-rank was fully deserved!
The thought of fighting a Psion of that caliber made many of them lose heart.
"In that case, sir, perhaps we could—"
The leader gritted his teeth and stepped forward—but Leilin had no intention of dealing with them any further.
"Nothing more than a pack of clowns. The countermeasure systems of this world are far too weak—so weak that they disappoint me!"
A black pinpoint of light appeared on his fingertip, which he flicked forward.
"You don't actually have the faintest idea what true power is, do you?"
The pitch-black point seemed to absorb all light, triggering a spatial collapse.
Terroristic spatial turbulence engulfed every saucer and every enemy. (…)