C2 Power of Thought

Where am I? Yang Xuan struggled to open his eyes. That's right, he should still be in the hole where he lost control of his superpowers. Yang Xuan had considered this before. The main character wouldn't come over in the beginning, right? Looking at his phone, he estimated that it had been 20 hours since he entered the cave, which was equivalent to 1200 minutes. In reality, it was less than 12 minutes. Hahaha, not bad, not bad at all.

System, return.

His eyes flashed, and he was already in his dormitory. Looking at the familiar furniture and decorations, an indescribable feeling rose from his heart.

There was panic, surprise, and even more happiness. Not every otaku was idle. Many otaku were lost in the real world because they did not find a goal in life. Yang Xuan was also the same.

Now, he finally found his goal.

It was only a little past 12 o'clock. Let's try and see how good my telekinesis is. He took out a lighter and stared at it. He muttered something and got up, floating up.

He did not have any reaction.

Yang Xuan calmed down his excitement and stared at the lighter. Just as he was about to give up, the lighter started to sway. It seemed that his efforts were not in vain. Although many abilities in movies were more powerful than this telekinesis, this telekinesis was one of the best abilities that Yang Xuan could find at this stage. Most importantly, the process of obtaining it was very easy.

Although Yang Xuan was in good spirits, his body was indeed tired. The process of being nervous and in pain was very fast, and it used up a part of Yang Xuan's physical strength.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Yang Xuan woke up. Not bad, not bad. He was in good spirits, and he felt even clearer in this world. With a thought, the lighter swayed slightly, as if it was instinctive. He could even open the dormitory door, and his colleagues who were on the morning shift had arrived one after another. Yang Xuan hid in the dormitory and practiced for a few hours. He could feel that his current psychokinesis was about 30 kilograms. Yang Xuan did not want to resign yet. After all, even if he had psychokinesis, he could not rob a bank. Furthermore, the company was very good. Because there were few employees, and they were all jokers, there was no scheming. The supervisor gave off the feeling of a big sister.

Set a small goal for himself. His psychokinesis should increase to 100 kilograms or more, and he would develop two small skills before going to the next world.

The first skill was a defensive skill. No matter where he was in the world, his first priority was to protect his life. Yang Xuan always felt that he was afraid of death and pain, so developing a defensive skill was the first priority. Yang Xuan, who had watched a lot of movies and novels, had already thought of how to train without making too much noise. He laid on the bed, threw the lighter up, and naturally fell down. Then, he used his psychokinesis to condense it into a shield.

Of course, it looked very simple, but it was also a bit difficult to do. In the beginning, when the lighter fell down, he could not react in time. As he practiced more, he could drop the lighter. Yang Xuan felt that his practice method was not right. He tried another way to test it. He covered his front with his psychokinesis and waited for the lighter to fall down naturally. He didn't expect the lighter to directly penetrate the psychokinesis. Yang Xuan finally knew how to do it. He compressed the psychokinesis to the maximum and flattened it. When the psychokinesis became the size of A4 paper, its defensive power reached its maximum.

In the middle of the night, Yang Xuan secretly ran downstairs and pulled the brick to the height of the fifth floor. He dropped it vertically onto the shield of psychokinesis, and it was fine. The initial experiment was a success. Next, it was time to develop the offensive psychokinesis. The initial idea was to use the psychokinesis to condense into needles, and then shoot thousands of needles at the same time. When the condensation was over, Yang Xuan's face turned green. There were a lot of needles, hundreds of needles. The problem was that there were only a dozen needles that he could control. It seemed that this practice was still a long way to go.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Is Boss Xuan here?" Zhang Molin's voice came from outside the door.

"Yes! What?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.

"Xiao Su and I are going to have supper outside. Boss Xuan, are you going?"

"Yes, of course I'm going. I'm almost out of food!" Yang Xuan howled.

The stall at the corner was not far from the company. After telling the boss that he would be able to get around 100 or so things, he would get three bottles of beer.

Drinking beer, chatting, and eating barbeque and drinking ice beer in the hot summer was a great life.

In fact, everyone was quite envious of Zhang Mulin, because besides working in the company, he also knew accounting and worked part-time in three small factories. He would finish the last few days of the month and earn more than 20,000 yuan at the end of the year.

After eating for a while, Xiao Su asked, "Are you planning to set up a shop yourself?"

"Let's talk about it later. I haven't thought about it yet."

Because Zhang Mulin was three or four years older than us, he had to consider his future. It was because the company's environment was good that he had not left yet.

When everyone asked Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan finished the last roasted eggplant in one bite and wiped his mouth indifferently. "I don't know what I can do in the future. Let's see what happens."

Not only did he have to eat supper, he also had to buy the fast-finished Happy Water and cigarettes.

Two boxes of Coke and two cigarettes. Haha, I got back home full of joy!

After returning to the dormitory, Yang Xuan shook his slightly dizzy head and began to choose his next target.

Yang Xuan liked to exercise, but he was also a very lazy person. Looking at his belly getting bigger and bigger, he felt that it was better to choose a Plane that taught martial arts and train his body to become a salted fish.

No matter how strong one was, one would still need to have mental energy and physical body. Now that he had mental energy, he needed to strengthen his physical body as well.

Sometimes, the reason why he was killed was not because he was not strong enough, but because he was not good enough.