"What is your special ability?" Zhao Xun asked his adoptive mother.
It was almost a habit now: whoever he met, he wanted to learn their special ability first.
With others, however, he had to probe and secretly use [Devour]. With his adoptive mother, he only needed to ask.
His adoptive mother hurried to his side and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Then she raised her other hand, clean and dry, to stroke his cheek. "Mental Power Restoration."
As she spoke, Zhao Xun felt a warm current flow into his body through his cheek, gradually easing the throbbing in his temples.
Since entering this dream game, he had used far too many special abilities. In that last battle in particular, he had used several at once to finish things quickly, consuming a great deal of mental power in an instant.
Though he was nowhere near exhausting himself, losing so much mental power in such a short time still caused some physical discomfort.
Zhao Xun had said nothing, but as his mother, she had easily noticed his slightly pale lips and the fine beads of cold sweat covering his forehead.
So his adoptive mother immediately gave him the greatest help she could offer.
As she transferred mental power to him, she explained without prompting, "My special ability has advanced to lv3, and it has three uses. First, I can restore large amounts of mental power to others. Second, I can absorb other people's mental power to replenish my own, but only up to half of my total. I can't absorb any more than that. Third, I can interfere with someone's mental state by feeding mental power into them. The degree of interference varies depending on the circumstances."
At this, Zhao Xun suddenly asked, "At lv2, did you have the