Anduin and Superpowers

Early July, 1980, London, England.

It was already past 8:00 PM, yet one room in the Allens Church Welfare Institute still flickered with faint light.

"Sigh, I can't take it anymore."

The young boy in the room looked at his reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe, rubbing his chin incessantly. From time to time, he would reach out, his slender yet well-defined hands opening and closing as if grasping at something in the void.

Eleven years!

He had been in this wretched world for eleven years, stuck in an orphanage in the eighties with no computers and no cell phones. It was hard to imagine how he had even made it this far.

"Anduin, Boss, the things you wanted..." Before the boy could finish his lament, he was startled by a loud knocking at the door.

"What are you shouting for? Aren't you afraid of being found out this late?" Anduin opened the door and frowned.

"Uh, sorry, it's just that carrying this big box really wore me out, hehe..." A boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen spoke up. He wore a rumpled shirt that wasn't exactly old, and his trousers, held up by suspenders, were quite well-fitted. His hair was a mess, clearly unkempt.

The young man who brought the items to Anduin was named William. He was a few years older than Anduin and was also an orphan raised in the institute.

"Alright, why are you back so late? It's not like those guys from the North District are giving you trouble again, right?" Anduin frowned slightly, asking with confusion.

"No way! Ever since you taught those thugs from the North District a lesson last time, no one has dared to bother us. It's just that the brothers and I stumbled upon some good stuff today, so we got held up." After saying this, William rummaged through his pockets and pulled out some banknotes, handing them over. "Just in time, this is our share for the week."

Anduin didn't say much, taking the money with a calm expression. "Alright, you've worked hard today."

Just as he was about to open the box, he noticed William still standing there, smiling sheepishly and rubbing his hands without moving.

"What's wrong? I still need to practice my martial arts."

"Hehe, it's like this... since it's still early, we were thinking of relaxing a bit..."

"Fine, you want to play mahjong, don't you?" Anduin interrupted William. Without another word, he walked to the bed and pulled out a wooden box from underneath. "Just play for fun, don't gamble with money, or the Head of House will get angry and confiscate it again."

"Got it, don't worry! I'll bring it back to you in a couple of days." William hurriedly grabbed the box and vanished from the room with practiced ease.

"Great, another one gone crazy. Sigh, I wonder if teaching them to play mahjong was a mistake." Anduin closed the door with a hint of helplessness.

Immediately after, Anduin rubbed his hands in excitement and opened the large cardboard box William had brought.

"Hehe, soy sauce, sesame paste, vinegar, cooking wine... long time no see, my friends. Without a phone or computer, I'll just have to make up for it elsewhere. Eating British food every day is enough to make me want to vomit."

This box contained nothing other than the seasonings Anduin had asked William to help him buy from Chinatown.

Anduin Wilson didn't know if he had transmigrated or been reincarnated into this world. Having been a soldier in his previous life, he possessed a strong willpower, which allowed him to maintain a calm and rational mind.

He didn't know if the world he was currently in was the same one as before. He had been born into this orphanage during the sixties or seventies, but since he was here, he had to adapt to local customs. After all, Anduin possessed the experiences and memories of an adult, so he didn't feel the need to be pretentious.

The orphanage where Anduin lived was under the jurisdiction of the church. William and his group of brothers had grown up in the orphanage just like Anduin. Although they were a few years older, they all listened to Anduin.

Why?

Because they had no choice.

In his previous life, Anduin had served in the military and was very fond of martial arts, so he had been diligent about physical training from a very young age. These memories, having become instinctual, were easy to recover.

Given the vast gap in combat will, the nine-year-old Anduin had already used force to consolidate the entire orphanage. William and the others were very well-behaved in front of him, and under Anduin's guidance, the group led by William even started doing business outside the orphanage.

"If I keep going like this, I'm going to turn into the leader of a hooligan gang, collecting protection fees every day," Anduin mocked himself. He stopped dwelling on it, put away the seasonings from the box, and decided to find time to cook some Chinese food for himself later.

After tidying up the ingredients, Anduin turned around and double-locked the door.

For him, there was a secret he had kept since arriving in this world that no one else knew.

He actually possessed a special ability.

Anduin stared at a ten-kilogram dumbbell placed in the corner of the room. With a slight gesture of his hand, he watched as the dumbbell seemed to be held by an invisible force, quietly floating in the air.

He left the dumbbell hovering above him, paying it no mind, and walked to his desk to quietly open a book.

This was a method Anduin had invented to train his "special ability," which he called Delayed Training.

When he was seven or eight years old, Anduin had felt that he was different from others. Once, after finishing a workout, he wanted to drink some water; the moment the thought crossed his mind, the cup on the table flew toward him through the air.

Through his observations, he realized that he was the only special one in the orphanage, so he was extremely cautious. If he were discovered in this church-run welfare institute, he might be treated as a monster or a heretic.

This special ability was what Anduin called his "special ability." Through deliberate testing and practice, he slowly progressed from having it "sometimes work, sometimes not" to gaining a slight level of control.

He discovered that after finishing his martial arts practice and Standing Meditation, he could better grasp this power—let's call it power for now. Anduin analyzed that it was related to his state of mind; after finishing his practice, he would enter a state of mental emptiness, which perhaps allowed him to better harness this energy.

From then on, the already disciplined Anduin created a strict schedule for himself. After all, in his view, this was a "special ability," and it couldn't be wasted. He practiced martial arts, sat in meditation, and trained his "special ability" every single day.

His initial training method was actually similar to his physical workouts: Weight Training. Once he could gradually control the power, he moved on to targeted training—starting with teacups and books, then moving on to chairs and tables. However, he slowly began to realize something was wrong.

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