"Indeed, it feels exactly the same as in reality now."
The young man flew into the sky with a relaxed expression. Then, he casually waved a hand, and the cars, streetlights, flowerbeds, Sky-Piercing Trees, even the concrete ground below, were all torn up and hurled into the air.
That had only been a casual wave of his hand. He said proudly, "Friend, are you sure you want to fight me? Even without the Alien Gene, I was confident I could defeat every country on Earth and become Earth's king.
"Not to mention that I now possess the Alien Gene and am the only Special Ability User. You have no idea how powerful I am."
"Is that so?"
Andrew raised a hand, and countless cars around them rose into the air. Then, the cars disassembled midair, turning into parts and raw materials. Before the young man's astonished gaze, those parts and materials assembled into a gigantic robot.
"I don't know whether my Telekinesis is stronger than yours, but clearly, my control is ten thousand times better."
Andrew said indifferently, "I can do what you can do, but you might not be able to do what I can."
"Hmph, you think making a model can scare me?"
The young man snorted and forcefully swept both hands forward, preparing to blast the robot to pieces—Telekinesis did not actually require hand gestures, but most Ability Users with Telekinesis were accustomed to using hand movements to complement its use.
To the young man's surprise, the robot was not a model. Faced with his attack, its eyes lit up red, massive flames erupted from behind it, and it crossed its arms before itself, firmly blocking the young man's telekinetic impact.
That was not all. Next, numerous gun ports emerged across the robot's body, and dense swarms