I woke up after just thirty minutes of sleep, feeling fresh. Guess that's another perk of my weird body. While stretching, I started running through my energy exercises, pulling in natural energy the way I'd been practicing.
Right. Today's goal—Get to New York
Need to start my plans
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Morning Routine
No need to brush my teeth or shower—my body filters out all the dirt. Perks of evolution. Still feels wrong skipping it, though. Whatever.
Time to test the food purification method.
I brewed a cup of tea and placed it on the table. Closing my eyes, I visualized the steps from the book, pushing energy into my palms. A cool current ran through my hand, and I directed it into the tea.
The color shifted—fading, then flashing with tiny blue sparks, like pixels from some game effect. For a second, the whole drink glowed blue before settling back to normal. The smell was the same.
Did it fail? Or maybe my energy doesn't match the one described in the technique. Only one way to confirm.
I took a sip. Instantly, every muscle in my body loosened. Better than a spa day.
Oh, it worked.
That meant the other techniques in the book might be real too. Only problem—they're written in classical Chinese, and I'm not a damn scholar. Guess I'll need a translator later …or I can strengthen my phone later
I packed up. Passport—check. Visa—check. Simple clothes—check. Carefully tucked everything into my bag.
I still wish I had a space ring. Carrying luggage like a normal human feels lame.
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Kyle's Room
Before heading out, I stopped at Kyle's door. I needed to hand her something. Knocked twice.
She opened up, hair messy, drowning in oversized clothes. Honestly—how could she commit such crimes against fashion? My inner otaku was screaming.
Suppressing the urge to roast her, I shoved her toward the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back, slightly more human. Good enough.
I handed her a cup of purified tea. "Sit. Drink."
She sipped, and the bliss hit her face instantly. Same full-body relief I'd felt earlier. Her eyes widened. She wanted answers, but I didn't give her the chance.
"Listen. I'm leaving for the airport soon, but before that, you need to focus on what I'm saying." My tone went dead serious.
Her posture straightened. Finally,
"This," I said, handing her the handgun, "isn't normal anymore. My ability lets me strengthen things. I upgraded your Beretta. Right now, it's basically a small nuclear bomb."
Her expression went through five stages—shock, doubt, greed, fear, then reluctant belief. Fast learner. I respect that.
"Drop a little blood on it," I instructed. "Then you'll understand."
She hesitated, then she pricked her fingertip with a hairpin and let a drop of blood fall on the weapon. The gun dissolved into light and sank into her body. She panicked for half a second, but calmed when she saw me standing there without blinking.
Information about the weapon downloaded straight into her mind. Her breathing grew rapid.
"This… this is insane," she muttered. "Your power… to turn an old pistol into something like this…The Stellar Serpent.
if it fell into the wrong hands—"
She stopped, thumped her chest, and gave me a firm nod. "Don't worry. You trusted me with this. I'll use it only to protect myself."
It was a solid, heartfelt moment.
Too bad those baggy clothes ruined the scene for me. I couldn't even enjoy the view.
Damnit….