Spirit Reader

"Consciousness Space?"

Xu Mo guessed.

After all, he had personally watched the Astral Tower sink into the space between his eyebrows.

At this moment, he also noticed that the vanished dark-gold sphere was floating above the Astral Tower.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the dark-gold sphere seemed to have been stimulated. It gradually began spinning faster, streams of misty energy continuously pouring from it.

"Psychic power?"

According to the system's description, the amount of psychic power released by the Spiritual Core was closely related to the strength of one's body.

His current Martial Warrior strength was that of a Junior War General.

His Spirit Reader strength could be at most two levels higher than his Martial Warrior strength.

In other words, the Spiritual Core could now directly release psychic power, raising his Spirit Reader strength to the level of an Advanced Warlord.

After pausing in the Consciousness Space for only an instant, Xu Mo's awareness returned to his body.

The moment he returned to his body, intense pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly drowning his consciousness. Xu Mo gritted his teeth and held on for less than fifteen minutes before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Even after he fainted, the dark-gold sphere in his mind did not stop releasing energy. It continued rapidly increasing his psychic power.

No one knew how much time passed.

The Spiritual Core's rate of psychic power release had slowed, gradually stabilizing.

After one of his fingers twitched, Xu Mo slowly opened his eyes.

"I passed out?"

"Wait, what is this?"

A trace of surprise appeared on his face.

There was no other reason. Everything within a hundred-meter radius around him, even the slightest rustle of wind and grass, appeared clearly in his mind.

The servants cleaning the villa, Wanda trimming plants in the garden—even the butterflies flitting among the flowers—Xu Mo could clearly [see] the patterns on their wings.

The sensation was simply marvelous.

It was as though the entire world lay within his control.

Of course, he knew that was merely an illusion.

Retracting his perception, Xu Mo fixed his gaze on a dumbbell resting on the rack opposite him.

With a thought.

The dumbbell seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, slowly floating into the air.

"So this is Psychic Force?"

Next, Xu Mo swept his gaze across the various machines in the gym. The equipment he looked at floated up one after another. Half a minute later, the gym seemed to be in outer space; every piece of equipment in the room, even the treadmills and bench press racks, was floating in the air.

Even then, Xu Mo still felt completely at ease.

"Open the status panel!"

After returning everything to its original place, Xu Mo silently commanded.

[Name: Xu Mo]

[Age: 20]

[Strength: 15360 kg]

[Speed: 118 m/s]

[Psychic Force: 61600 kg]

[Ability: None]

[Points: 1960]

First, his physical strength had risen from ten tons to fifteen tons.

"So it seems that an increase in psychic power also improves physical attributes!"

Xu Mo had expected this, so there was not much surprise on his face.

Until his gaze fell upon the Psychic Force category.

"Sixty-one tons!"

Seeing that number, shock appeared in Xu Mo's eyes.

That was more than four times his physical strength.

The strength standard for the early War God Stage was only sixty-four tons. He was not far from it now.

After letting out a long breath, Xu Mo gradually calmed down.

He had become a Spirit Reader.

If he faced Juggernaut from last time again, he was confident he could kill him effortlessly.

After all, Spirit Readers could fly.

Although Psychic Force could not act directly upon the body, one could fly by standing on a weapon.

Thinking of this, Xu Mo opened the shop again, intending to pick out some weapons.

However, after looking for only a moment, he closed the shop with an ugly expression.

There was no helping it. They were simply too expensive.

With his current points, he could not even buy more than a few throwing knives with the least material used.

His Psychic Force was already very close to the Junior Wargod level.

Therefore, he needed to purchase at least Seventh-Series Throwing Knives.

A single Seventh-Series Throwing Knife cost five hundred points, while a Ninth-Series Throwing Knife, which could be used all the way to Peak Wargod, cost a thousand points each.

Even if he spent all the points he had, he could not buy two.

At his current strength, as long as he maintained precision, he could control four throwing knives at once.

Those alone would cost four thousand points.

Lower-grade throwing knives were not unusable, but when he went all out, they could easily be damaged and become disposable items.

Just imagining it made the problem clear: sixty tons of force concentrated on a single throwing knife.

If the material was not strong enough, it would likely be ruined the moment it struck something slightly harder.

"Wait!"

Xu Mo suddenly thought of something and questioned the system in his mind.

"If Vibranium and Adamantium in this world were forged into throwing knives, what series would they roughly be equivalent to?"

"Ninth-Series!!"

The system's emotionless voice rang out in Xu Mo's mind.

Hearing that answer, Xu Mo's eyes lit up.

Brotherhood headquarters.

A group of people pushed a crate over two meters tall into a circular hall.

Mutants filled the seats around the hall.

Magneto Eric descended from a seat at the front.

He brushed a hand across the outer wall of the crate.

"This contains all the U.S. dollars Kingpin has collected during this period?"

"That's right!"

A blond young man who had entered alongside the crate nodded.

He then pressed a switch on the crate.

The crate slowly opened.

It was packed neatly with U.S. dollars.

"There are five hundred million dollars in total!"

"Not enough. Far from enough!"

Magneto Eric looked at the mountain-like pile of cash before him without the slightest reaction. Instead, he spoke with a dark expression.

"We are still far short of the funds needed to complete our plan!"

At that point, Eric froze.

He turned to look at the hacker girl among the crowd.

"The person who killed Kingpin last time seemed to be a wealthy man as well?"

The hacker girl nodded at his words.

She tapped a few keys on the computer in her hands, then brought up a file.

"Xu Mo, CEO of Fox Film Company and also the second-largest shareholder of Stark Group. He held shares in nearly every well-known company in the United States, though he sold them off some time ago!"

"Even so, his total assets are worth more than one hundred billion!"

Hearing the girl's words, the people around them cried out in surprise.

Most of these Mutants came from the bottom rung of society, so they were naturally shocked by such an enormous figure.

A smile appeared on Magneto's face.

"As long as we have his support, we will never have to worry about funding again!"

As he spoke, he waved a hand. A set of metal knife and fork flew out from somewhere in the room, stopping above his palm and slowly spinning.

"I think he should be very willing to support the cause of us Mutants!"

"Of course, all of this must wait until my abilities are fully restored!"