Chronicle

If Jennifer were compared to a sleek, high-performance red sports car, then Edward was the seasoned driver gripping the wheel in a race against life and death.

For a sports car to break through the wind's resistance, everything depended on the driver's precise control. Edward's long fingers gripped the steering wheel as his foot slammed down on the accelerator. The engine let out a low roar, like a trapped beast breaking free of its chains.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom—"

The roar suddenly rose in pitch, the tachometer needle jumping wildly as it instantly crossed the redline. The car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, and beneath the screech of tires against the ground lurked a burning urgency desperate for release.

In less than half an hour, the numbers on the dashboard had climbed to their limit. An ordinary person would have eased off by then, but Edward instead floored the accelerator, his knuckles tightening around the wheel as if he wanted to bring every inch of this "car body" under his control.

The sports car became an unbridled steed in his hands, nearly lifting off the ground as it raced through the wind. The roar from beneath the hood grew more frantic, carrying a hoarse strain of overload.

After an unknown amount of time, an abnormal metallic scraping sound mixed into the noise, like the wail of precision gears being forced to operate beyond their limits.

But Edward seemed not to hear it. His fingers tightened even more around the wheel, making the car body tremble faintly along with them.

Jennifer's "sports car" had long lost its initial sharpness. Its trembling body radiated an indescribable softness, while the engine's panting grew weaker and weaker.

She could only shut her eyes tightly and surrender herself completely, letting that unstoppable force push her forward, hoping only that this out-of-control sprint would reach its finish line sooner.

At last, amid a sharp screech that nearly ground through the brake pads, Edward slammed on the brakes.

The car body jolted violently, then fell completely silent. Residual heat still rose from the engine, while the scorched smell of rubber mingled with a faint sweetness and spread through the air. Wind slipped in through the half-open window, brushing over the slightly heated body. In the stillness, everything slowly settled into damp traces.

The night had grown deep, and the motel room was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing. Edward sat gently at the bedside, his gaze tenderly falling upon the sleeping Jennifer. He reached out and slowly caressed her beautifully curved shoulder, his touch so gentle that it seemed he feared disturbing the peace of the night.

Jennifer slept soundly, her steady breathing rising and falling in the silence.

After a while, Edward stood and paced over to the window.

By chance, he caught sight of three shadowy figures sneaking toward the woods behind the building. Their strange silhouettes appeared especially mysterious beneath the moonlight, and suspicion immediately rose in Edward's heart.

He fixed his gaze in the direction they had gone and saw something deep in the woods giving off a faint glow beneath the moonlight. The light flickered as if it were calling to him.

After a brief moment of thought, Edward quickly got dressed, opened the door as quietly as possible, and hurried toward the glowing woods.

Edward hurried through the forest, dry branches and fallen leaves crunching beneath his feet. When he drew near, he was startled to see three figures preparing to enter a sunken hollow.

Seeing this, Edward immediately called out, "Hey! What are you doing? This is private property!"

Hearing the sound, the three turned and saw a figure holding a flashlight hurrying toward them. They instantly panicked and fled without another word.

Edward muttered in confusion, "Wait, they just ran? I thought there'd be some arguing first."

(Andrew and the other two—Chronicle)

Edward had remembered it while running over. This scene was exactly like one from the movie Chronicle.

He remembered that beneath this seemingly ordinary forest lay a mysterious crystal. If he obtained it, he could gain miraculous Telekinesis.

Almost the instant the thought crossed his mind, Edward leaped into the mysterious pit without the slightest hesitation.

The cave was filled with a damp smell mixed with decaying leaves. He carefully made his way forward along the rugged passage.

After walking for an unknown length of time, a strange light suddenly appeared ahead.

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As he approached, the legendary crystal came into view.

It was even larger than Edward had imagined, radiating a gentle and mysterious glow as though it possessed life.

Unable to suppress his excitement, Edward slowly placed both hands on the crystal.

The instant his hands touched the crystal, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind: "Telekinesis obtained. Telekinesis +1+1+1+1+1. Telekinesis EX."

As the voice faded, the crystal that had been emitting a soft glow instantly turned red and began flashing violently, its light becoming increasingly dazzling.

Edward keenly sensed the disturbance around him. Fragments of stone began raining down from the cave walls, and the entire underground chamber seemed on the verge of collapse.

Alarmed, he spun around and sprinted desperately toward the exit as thunderous crashes of falling rock rang out behind him.

At last, Edward threw himself out of the pit.

When he looked back breathlessly, the pit had vanished without a trace, as though it had evaporated into thin air and had never existed at all. All that remained was a flat patch of ground and the silent forest around it.

Exhausted, Edward returned to the motel.

He entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. Warm water washed over his body. After bathing, he quietly went to the bedside, lay down beside the already sleeping Jennifer, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, before the first ray of sunlight had fully pierced through the gaps in the window, Edward woke early from his sleep.

He rubbed his bleary eyes and lightly waved a hand through the air. A virtual system panel visible only to him instantly appeared before his eyes.

Name: Edward Connor

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Main Quest: ???

Inventory: Ebony and Ivory, Pure Silver Cross x2, Gourmet Tablecloth, One-Star Dragon Ball

Abilities: Photographic Memory, Pure Yang Body, Charm +1, Enhanced Holy Light, Purification, Ox Talisman, Telekinesis EX

Pet: Marquess

Achievements: [Reverse Scamming]—Successfully made ghosts trip over you 3 times [First Blood]—Congratulations, you have become a man

Gold: 51879

Draws: Basic Draw 1000 for ten draws, Intermediate Draw 100000 for ten draws, Advanced Draw 1000000 for ten draws, Ultimate Draw 100000000 for ten draws

Edward stared at the system panel and fell into deep thought.

The crystal's energy had probably been converted into gold. Edward repeatedly weighed whether he should use his current gold for Basic Draw ten-pulls, trying his luck fifty-one times in a row.

Or should he continue saving up and go directly for an Intermediate Draw? After all, the results of Basic Draws in the past had been truly disappointing, and the chances of getting something good were far too low.

If all fifty-one draws produced useless things like tissues and toothpaste, that would be utterly terrible. It would practically be a total loss.

Thinking it over, Edward decided it would be better to save up for now and test out Telekinesis first.

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