Lin Cuo forcibly closed the System Interface he had just opened, but he could not wipe the disappointment off his face along with it.
He had thought he would at least gain an ability to see lies directly, influence consciousness, or simply drag people into the collective unconscious. Instead, the system had only given him [Psionic Potential], with every part of its description talking about future possibilities, growth ceilings, and probabilities of manifestation.
It was like spending seventy days completing a national focus, only to unlock another seventy-day national focus.
"I was merely assessing my newly acquired strategic capabilities," Lin Cuo said with a perfectly straight face. "I am not dissatisfied with the contract itself."
C.C. raised a hand to wipe the corner of her mouth and regarded him coldly. "Don't worry. You haven't received any contract."
Lin Cuo looked visibly frustrated. "But the system-"
"I don't know what this system you keep mentioning is," C.C. interrupted. "You didn't accept my wish. Your consciousness merely touched something of mine for a very brief instant."
He immediately reopened the panel, trying to find a more positive interpretation of [Established a faint but stable resonance with the higher-dimensional sea of consciousness]. Seeing his eyes start shifting toward something that did not exist again, C.C. felt even more speechless.
Yet her wariness had not turned entirely into disgust, and that was what annoyed her most.
The sixteen-year-old boy before her still had the bloody mark she had bitten into the corner of his mouth, yet his expression had already shifted from the embarrassment of being caught to a peculiar seriousness. His features were striking to begin with, and though his youthful face had not fully matured, it already hinted at a beauty that would become deeply troublesome in adulthood. More irritating still, his