Telekinesis

Where am I? Yang Xuan struggled to open his eyes. Right, he should still be in the hole from [Superpower Outage]. Yang Xuan had considered this. The plot was just starting; the protagonist wouldn't come here yet, right? He checked his phone. From entering to waking up, it had been about 20 hours, which was 1200 minutes. In reality, it was less than 12 minutes. Hahaha, nice, very worth it.

System, return.

His eyes flashed, and he was already in his dorm room. Looking at the familiar furniture and decorations, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

There was panic, surprise, and more than anything, happiness. Not every shut-in is idle; many shut-ins are lost in reality, unable to find their life's purpose. Yang Xuan was the same.

Now he had finally found his purpose.

It was just past 12 o'clock. He decided to test out his telekinesis. He casually took out a lighter, stared intently at it, and muttered, "Rise, float up."

Damn it, no reaction.

Yang Xuan calmed his excited mood and stared at the lighter. Just as he was about to give up, the lighter wobbled and floated up. It seemed his effort wasn't in vain. Getting this super BUG-like ability, although many abilities in movies were more powerful, this telekinesis was one of the best Yang Xuan could find at this stage. Most importantly, the process of obtaining it was incredibly easy.

Although Yang Xuan's spirit was excellent, his body was indeed tired. The tense, exciting, and painful process had rapidly depleted some of Yang Xuan's stamina.

It was 8 AM, and Yang Xuan woke up. Good, good. He felt great, and the world seemed clearer. With a thought, the lighter slightly shook and floated up, as if it were instinct. He could even open his dorm room door. His colleagues who worked the day shift were arriving one after another. Yang Xuan hid back in his dorm and practiced for a few more hours. He could feel that his telekinesis was now around 30 kilograms. Yang Xuan didn't want to quit his job yet. After all, even with telekinesis, he couldn't just go rob a bank. Moreover, the company atmosphere was very good. Because there were few employees, and they were all a bunch of jokers, there was no backstabbing. Their supervisor felt like a big sister to them.

He set a small goal for himself: increase his telekinesis to over 100 kilograms and develop two minor skills before heading to the next world.

The first skill would be a defensive one. No matter what world he was in, survival came first. Yang Xuan always felt that he feared death and pain the most, so developing a defensive skill was his top priority. Having watched many movies and read many novels, Yang Xuan had already figured out how to train without causing too much commotion. He lay on his bed, tossed the lighter up, and let it fall naturally. Then, he used telekinesis to condense it into a shield.

Of course, it looked simple, but it was a bit difficult in practice. At first, when the lighter fell, he couldn't react in time. As his practice increased, he could knock the lighter away. Yang Xuan always felt his practice method was a bit off, so he decided to try a different approach. He spread his telekinesis across his front and waited for the lighter to fall naturally. To his surprise, the lighter passed right through his telekinesis. Little by little, Yang Xuan finally understood what he needed to do: compress his telekinesis to the maximum, flatten it. Compress it into a shield shape. When the telekinesis became the size of an A4 paper, its defensive power reached its current maximum.

Late at night, Yang Xuan secretly ran downstairs and pulled a brick up to the fifth floor, letting it fall vertically onto his telekinetic shield. It was completely fine. The initial experiment was successful. Next was developing offensive telekinesis. His initial idea was to condense telekinesis into needles and then unleash them all at once. However, by the time he finished condensing them, Yang Xuan's face turned green. The number of needles wasn't small, hundreds of them. The problem was that only a dozen or so could be controlled as if they were his own limbs. It seemed this practice would be a long and arduous journey.

"Knock, knock, knock! Is Brother Xuan in?" Blackie's voice came from outside the door. Blackie's real name was Zhang Molin. Because he was very dark-skinned and had naturally curly hair, everyone in the company called him Blackie.

"Yeah! What's up?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.

"Xiao Su and I are going out for a late-night snack. Are you coming, Brother Xuan?" Blackie replied.

"Sure, I'll go. I'm almost out of supplies!" Yang Xuan wailed.

Xiao Su and Blackie were in the dorm next door. They usually did their own things, but they felt quite good about each other. They had been working together even before the company moved here.

At a small stall around the corner, not far from the company. He told the owner to prepare about 100 yuan worth of food and three bottles of beer.

Drinking beer, chatting about gossip, eating barbecue and drinking ice-cold beer on a hot summer night was truly a great pleasure in life.

Actually, everyone was quite envious of Blackie. Besides working at the company, Blackie also did accounting and took on part-time jobs at three small factories. He would get busy during the last few days of each month, and it would be done. He could earn over 20,000 yuan more by the end of the year.

After eating for a while, Xiao Su said, "Blackie, are you planning to open your own shop?"

"Let's see, I haven't decided yet," Blackie replied after thinking.

Because Blackie was about three or four years older than them, he was considering his future. It was precisely because the company environment was good that he hadn't left yet.

When everyone asked Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan popped the last grilled eggplant into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and said indifferently, "I don't know what I'll do after I leave either. I'll take it one step at a time."

They didn't just come out for the late-night snack; they also had to buy the nearly finished "otaku happy water" and cigarettes.

Two cases of cola and two packs of cigarettes. Haha, they returned fully loaded!

After returning to his dorm, Yang Xuan shook his slightly dizzy head and began to choose his next target.

Yang Xuan was someone who liked to work out, but he was also very lazy. Watching his belly gradually grow bigger, he still felt he should choose a world with martial arts and properly train his body, which was becoming like a salted fish.

No matter how powerful the ability, it always depended on spiritual power and the physical body. Now that he had spiritual power, he needed to strengthen his physical body as well. To achieve both strong spiritual power and a strong physical body.

Sometimes, the reason one might be defeated isn't because they can't beat others, but because they aren't well-rounded enough and have a weakness that can be exploited.