2. No, this Huang Tian can do it too?

To be honest, the first thing Huang Tian thought of regarding the best use of his superpower was intelligence gathering.

For instance, any individual or organization attempting to investigate him or act against him would be exposed to him the moment they mentioned his name.

He could easily use the information he obtained to handle such situations and protect himself.

Alternatively, he could join an organization or work for the state.

In this way, if our personnel successfully infiltrated a sensitive enemy location, they would only need to whisper the two words "Huang Tian."

Huang Tian, hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of miles away, could clearly see everything happening in that sensitive location, without our personnel having to take the huge risk of transmitting information outward.

However.

"The risk is too high; I won't consider it for now."

Huang Tian did not believe he needed to make a choice immediately.

He had only acquired his superpower less than a month ago. In the future, his ability might change; if it became stronger, he would continue to study it and keep strengthening himself.

If it never changed, then he would consider cooperating with the authorities—what did it matter if he were studied?

In any case, being sliced up was absolutely out of the question; a living specimen was worth infinitely more than a dead one. Any researcher with a brain would never let him die.

Huang Tian shook his head. "Thinking too far ahead. Better go eat first."

He picked up his keys from the table, opened the apartment door, pulled it shut, and walked down to the third floor at a leisurely pace.

Pushing open the half-rusted unit door, a wave of scorching heat immediately rushed toward him, instantly enveloping his entire body and causing Huang Tian to frown involuntarily.

Directly facing the apartment building entrance was a newly renovated street. The road surface was scorched hot by the blazing sun, and a few camphor trees provided dense shade, casting mottled spots of light onto the sidewalk.

It was noon, and there weren't many vehicles on the street.

Only occasionally would a few electric scooters zip by nimbly, stirring up a gust of hot wind.

A white sedan drove slowly, seemingly looking for a parking spot in the shade, its tires making a faint rustling sound as they rolled over the pavement.

At the corner of the street opposite, a tricycle labeled Shunfeng Express was parked, and the courier was wiping sweat with one hand while running into another unit building with a package.

The air was filled with a complex mixture of scents.

The faint smell of car exhaust, the aroma of fried rice and dishes wafting from restaurants, the fresh yet slightly earthy scent of soil and vegetation from the green belt, and the dry heat of late summer transitioning into early autumn.

Being in such an environment, Huang Tian felt for a moment as if he had arrived in the real world, as if his superpower were fake, something he had imagined.

But with a slight shift of his intent, the voices calling out in his ears made him feel grounded again.

He squinted slightly to adjust to the bright, glaring sunlight before walking quickly to Shihui Restaurant across the street.

"Boss, one bucket rice with bean curd skin and pork, eating here."

Huang Tian skillfully ordered and scanned the QR code, then found a corner where the wall-mounted electric fan could reach him and sat down.

Before long, the boss, who was in his thirties, brought over the bucket rice.

Huang Tian picked up his disposable chopsticks and ate in a measured, unhurried manner. With his refined and handsome appearance, he looked just like a student who hadn't yet left campus.

While he was eating, a thin, elderly man with graying hair walked in. The boss saw him and immediately asked him to sit down, and the two began to talk across a square table.

The old man had a very heavy accent, which Huang Tian couldn't quite understand, but he could understand the Mandarin the boss was speaking.

It seemed the boss felt business was hard to do and wanted to transfer the shop; since he couldn't transfer it, he was thinking of terminating the lease.

The old man was clearly the landlord; he kept shaking his head and repeating the word "contract."

The boss said helplessly, "How much money do I make in a day? Less than two or three hundred. I can't keep going."

The landlord still shook his head. "The sun is too strong right now; it's normal for business to be bad. It'll be better after this period. Besides, you signed a one-year contract; I can't refund you."

The two argued incessantly.

Huang Tian thought of his own work and muttered to himself, "It's really hard to do any kind of business these days. Working for others makes you prone to layoffs, and doing business yourself makes you prone to losses.

Well, only being a landlord is easy—you just lie down and collect the money."

After eating, Huang Tian stood up and left the shop. He bought a lemon tea at the nearby Mixue and sipped it as he walked. The cold, sweet, and sour lemon tea refreshed him.

Back at the apartment, Huang Tian didn't take a nap; he continued to study his superpower.

Following different voices, he saw various scenes:

At the International Port of Wushi, Zhejiang Province, Huang Ba, who was in charge of loading and unloading cargo, took advantage of his break to tell his coworkers that his son had graduated from a key university and was now working in their hometown, earning seven or eight thousand yuan a month.

In Dayuan Village, Wushi, Huang Ma, who was turning trousers at a relative's tailoring factory, felt her eyelid twitch. She frowned and muttered to herself, "My right eyelid is twitching; that's definitely not good. Could something be wrong with Huang Tian?"

At Beijing Foreign Studies University, a young man named Zhou Du lay on his dormitory bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder what's so good about that guy named Huang Tian?"

At Boyang County Experimental Middle School, a homeroom teacher for the senior year in his early forties stood with his hands on his hips and said to his students, "A few years ago, I had a student named Huang Tian in my liberal arts class. His grades weren't top-tier in his first year of high school.

By his senior year, he worked so hard—to what extent? Eight math practice tests a day! He spent fifteen or sixteen hours a day just grinding through papers! He actually raised his math score from just over a hundred to one hundred and forty!

In the end, he got into a 211 university. You all need to learn from his desperate drive! Fight for a year, guarantee a Tier 1 university, aim for a 211, and go all out for a 985!"

Scene after scene related to him flashed before Huang Tian.

For a long time, the sky turned dark. He rubbed his temples as waves of exhaustion washed over him.

He poured himself a glass of water, then went downstairs to grab a quick box of stir-fried noodles. After eating, a profound sense of exhaustion washed over him again, and he drifted into a hazy sleep.

The next morning, at dawn.

Bright light filtered through the curtains, and as Huang Tian opened his eyes, he felt exceptionally refreshed.

"It's been so long since I've slept this comfortably!"

He stretched, leaning lazily against the headboard, when a thought stirred and the calling sound returned.

Only this time, the intensity of the calls was hundreds, if not thousands, of times greater than yesterday!

Huang Tian let out a startled cry, following an entirely unfamiliar thread of sound to "look."

The marble floor was polished to a mirror finish as the hotel receptionist handed an ID card and a room key to a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Huang Tian, your room is 627 on the sixth floor. We hope you have a pleasant stay."

The middle-aged man named Huang Tian took the documents and the key, nodded his thanks, and walked over to the elevator to press the button.

He is Huang Tian, then who am I?

Back in his apartment, Huang Tian froze, but the next second, he realized the truth.

"This man shares the same name as me—we are both called Huang Tian. Wait, that means my superpower is no longer limited to hearing or seeing scenes related specifically to me. Every person in the world named Huang Tian has become a signal base station for me! No matter who mentions 'Huang Tian,' and regardless of whether they are referring to me or not, I can see the scene where they are speaking!"

Huang Tian's heart surged with excitement; his superpower had evolved for the first time!

But, having had a first time, would there be a second?