Of course, Solomon had not reached a firm conclusion.
He could not rule out the possibility that supernatural powers were extremely secret, known only to the highest elites and senior government officials, while ordinary people at the bottom went their entire lives without encountering or learning of them.
To uncover the full truth, he still needed to approach officials, the wealthiest elites, and others who held crucial information.
The few pieces of street scum before him were merely ants at the very bottom of society. With their limited horizons, they naturally could not know the world's secrets.
Solomon sighed softly, a trace of boredom passing through his eyes.
Then, with a slight stirring of his mind, he activated his psychic ability and dragged all the thugs' consciousnesses into the boundless Mind Stone Prison.
For the endless years to come, they would remain trapped in an infinite cycle of every nightmare and pain they had ever experienced, tormenting themselves day after day and paying an eternal price for their greed and malice just now.
After dealing with them, Solomon walked slowly out of the alley. He stood by the street for a moment in thought and quickly decided where to go next.
This was merely a small city near New York, with closed social circles and little information. He could not uncover any deeper clues here.
To discover what this world truly held, he had to enter its real inner circles.
Although New York was not the capital of the United States, it was the entire region's center of economy, wealth, and power. The highest elites, wealthy merchants, and celebrities gathered here, making it the most likely place to harbor the world's hidden truths.
If this really was an ordinary world without supernatural powers, he would replicate his arrangements in the