Master Ancient One Is My Therapist?

Master Ancient One Is My Therapist?

Though she looked completely different from the bald, monk-robed figure in the movies.

That nearly identical face.

No way, could it be...

You! Master Ancient One!?

Name: Russell (Mortal)

Lifespan: 25/250

Physique: 100

Perception: 100

Mental Focus: 100

Talent 1 Energy Absorption: Absorbs any energy and converts it into Attribute Points, defaulting to Lifespan.

Talent 2 Attribute Transfer: Lifespan can be converted into Physique, Perception, and Mental Focus.

Description Panel: Upgrading (approximately 7 days remaining).

Three months.

This was what Russell had achieved after struggling for three months in New York, United States, on Earth in the Marvel Universe.

Although the panel rated him as a Mortal, with Three-Dimensional Attributes of 100, he could lift one ton with one arm, withstand handgun bullets with his body, react at incredible speeds, and even launch mental attacks.

Russell could at least go six-four against Captain America!

When he had first transmigrated, Russell had been thrilled to see Talent 1, Energy Absorption.

But he had never expected that even cheats were engaging in false advertising these days.

Testing had shown that this talent could absorb physical energies such as Light Energy, Electrical Energy, Kinetic Energy, and Thermal Energy, but its power output was limited and its conversion efficiency into Attribute Points was low.

Russell had not tried Nuclear Energy. He was afraid of dying... but he figured the results would be about the same.

There was, however, a special energy he could absorb from souls. It was absorbed quickly and converted with high efficiency.

As for the maximum output for absorbing this special energy, Russell had yet to test it—he was poor.

This special energy seemed to be a type of Magical Energy related to the good and evil a person had done in life.

The kinder or more wicked a person was, the more energy they provided.

According to Russell's observations, gang members could provide at least some energy.

Over the past three months, Russell had also attended quite a few philanthropists' funerals.

In total, he had gained one Attribute Point.

That was not even as good as spending a day in the hospital.

More than twenty days ago, after raising all his Three-Dimensional Attributes to 100, the panel had informed him that it could be upgraded, with the process expected to take a month.

Russell had chosen to upgrade without hesitation.

A few days ago, a massive Gang Fight had broken out in Hell's Kitchen on Manhattan's West Side.

Although the panel was still upgrading and he could not add points.

In the spirit of thrift and the belief that waste was shameful, Russell had still slipped into the scene and greedily absorbed energy, gaining more than two hundred Attribute Points.

He had not expected to "eat himself sick."

Over the past few days, depression, loneliness, solitude, and all kinds of negative emotions had flooded his mind.

He could not eat, sleep, speak, or move. It was truly agonizing.

Russell had transmigrated in his physical body and had not made any friends during these three months.

He decided to see a therapist!

The Big Apple, Manhattan.

A private Psychological Counseling clinic, Yao's Place.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

Russell stepped forward and pushed open the door. A rich, refreshing fragrance filled his nostrils.

Before him sat a woman dressed in black with short platinum-blond hair, her head lowered as she reviewed some documents—Dr. Yao.

Dr. Yao looked up and smiled slightly in welcome, then gestured with her hand.

"Mr. Russell, please have a seat."

The instant he saw Dr. Yao's face, Russell's Mental Focus jolted.

Though she looked completely different from the bald, monk-robed figure in the movies.

That nearly identical face.

No way, could it be...

You! Master Ancient One!?

Russell was dumbfounded. Was this a transmigrator delivery service?

"Mr. Russell, would you like coffee or tea?"

"Tea."

While Dr. Yao got up to make the tea, Russell calmed himself down.

Since he was already here, he might as well settle in and get the Psychological Counseling done first.

A moment later, Dr. Yao prepared the tea and sat across from Russell.

"Mr. Russell, sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we begin?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Russell, you are seeking treatment related to depression, correct?"

"Yes."

"How long has it been going on?"

"About a week."

The conversation was simple. Dr. Yao asked about Russell's basic circumstances: his age, occupation, family background, and so on.

As Russell answered, she carefully observed his microexpressions and movements, constantly analyzing and recording them.

Likewise, Russell was observing Dr. Yao.

Dr. Yao was highly professional in her questioning, listening, and guidance, just like a genuine therapist.

Perhaps she really was a therapist.

But no one said Master Ancient One could not be a therapist.

Russell took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

The tea's fragrance was poetic, soothing his mood.

"Russell, what is your occupation?" Dr. Yao asked, dropping the "Mr."

"Reading Room Librarian." Being a Reading Room Librarian was his main job; fighting evil was only a side hustle. (Inciting Gang Fights, pitting gangs against one another.)

"Is your work stressful?"

"Not at all." He was his own boss and slept until he woke naturally every day.

"Do you have conflicts with your coworkers?"

"No conflicts." He had no coworkers, so where would conflicts come from?

"Could you tell me about your daily interactions with your coworkers?"

"I have no coworkers."

"Russell, you really are humorous."

Dr. Yao covered her mouth and chuckled.

Russell lowered his head and took another sip of tea.

"I run a reading room myself."

Dr. Yao refilled Russell's tea, wisps of fragrance drifting up.

"What about your family?"

"I am an orphan."

"I am sorry. It must not have been easy being alone."

"It was nothing more than a little hardship."

"Russell, how about we try talking another way?"

"Sure."

Dr. Yao rose and adjusted Russell's chair into a reclined position. At the same time, she sat down to his right.

"Russell, do you feel lonely when you are by yourself?"

"When I have nothing to do, I do."

"What do you do to ease that loneliness?"

"Play games, watch movies, read novels." He played Attribute Point games, watched Gang Fight movies, and read the novel End of the Heavens.

"Do you live alone now?"

"Yes."

"Have you considered finding a few roommates? Or hiring some employees to help manage the reading room?"

"Is that your recommendation, Dr. Yao?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I will."

After a long while, the conversation drew to a close.

"Would you like to sleep for a while?"

"Mhm." Russell answered lazily, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Dr. Yao rose, softened her footsteps, and quietly left.

Was Dr. Yao really Master Ancient One?

Aside from their similar appearances, they had nothing else in common.

But she looked too much alike! Russell did not believe it was a coincidence.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted over, fresh and pleasant.

The exhaustion from his recent poor rest was soothed away. With his doubts still lingering, Russell fell into a deep sleep.

At some unknown point, Dr. Yao returned to Russell's side.

Dr. Yao. No, the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, looked at the sleeping Russell and shook her head with an amused smile.

What an impatient little fellow. He could not even sit still for a month.

Still, finding this place meant they had some affinity.

Bang!

With a single palm strike, she dispersed the invisible black mist surrounding Russell.

Do not eat random things next time.

With a sigh, a Portal silently opened.

The Ancient One stepped through it and vanished from where she stood.

Absorb energy to strengthen the Physique, then use that strengthened Physique to absorb even more energy.

Once the Physique reached its limit, it could even undergo a transformation.

What a fine talent. He could be observed as a Supreme Mage Candidate.

"Will you be the better choice, Russell?"

Contract signed. Please keep reading.