After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and concentrated. In an instant, his brainwaves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than light.
In Charles's field of vision, countless voices echoed through a vast white space. The continuously arriving voices gradually took shape as one figure after another. More and more figures landed on the ground while Charles watched everything from midair.
Then, this space of consciousness began to expand. More people appeared in the white world, and Charles deliberately controlled the area as it extended in one direction. He had thought that, just as when he read others' memories before, he would search through the countless figures on the ground for someone named Schiller Rodriguez.
But when Charles's brainwaves reached Manhattan, a towering giant structure appeared before him in the boundless, empty, silent Consciousness World.
Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.
Once Charles activated his abilities, beneath the material and real world lay another inner world belonging solely to consciousness and thought—the white space he was seeing now.
In this space, every Intelligent Life's thoughts were like grains of sand, while Charles was like a child running along the shore and turning over shells in the sand.
Whenever he wanted to use telepathy to read someone's thoughts, that person became a shell on the beach. He had to search for that person's thoughts through a consciousness scan and then connect with them in order to achieve what was known as "mind-reading."
But now, as Charles stared at the magnificent Tower of Babel before him, he felt that it was like a whale stranded on the shore. Not only was it countless times larger than the usual grains of sand and shells, but it was also far more vivid, possessing an