Chapter 271 Superpowers (One more chapter) "Emotional superpower activation..."

"Emotional superpower activated... What is this?" Liu Qiang, who had just finished get off work that day, was about to buy a pound of apples to take home when he saw a parasol set up at the entrance of the community, with a banner pasted on a simple folding table under it.

"Hello, comrade~ Did you get accepted into the Immortal Cultivation Academy this year?" The young man sitting behind the simple folding chair saw him and his eyes lit up.

Liu Qiang was first taken aback by his enthusiasm, then stung by his words: "Please... shut up!"

"Oh, you didn't pass? How many years have you taken the exam?" The young man, oblivious to the situation, continued to greet them warmly.

Liu Qiang closed his eyes, looked down at the AI ​​on the back of his hand, and pretended not to hear the young man's words.

Perhaps this person had been here for too long and was so bored that he couldn't stop talking to anyone who was talking to him.

Seeing Liu Qiang about to leave, he quickly grabbed him: "Don't go, brother."

Liu Qiang has always been concerned about his image and was embarrassed to get into arguments with others in public, so he could only awkwardly be pulled to the table by the young man.

The young man pointed to the registration form on the table and said, "Let me tell you, this is for people who have applied to the Immortal Cultivation Academy for many years but have failed to pass the entrance exam."

"Look at this." He picked up a box from the corner of the table and took out a pink pill. "This is called an Emotional Ability Activator."

"If you eat this, it will trigger an emotional ability based on your talents."

"What is emotional superpower? It's..."

The young man was so confused by Liu Qiang's words that he swallowed the pills in a daze.

When Liu Qiang regained consciousness, he found himself standing at his doorstep, with the young man having taken two of the apples he was carrying.

He sighed heavily, not wanting to pick a fight in public, and reluctantly opened the door and went into the room.

After washing and eating an apple, he turned on the TV, switched to traditional mode, and, accompanied by the sound of the TV series, went to the kitchen to cook.

In the eyes of the public, he is as boring as his name suggests, and his favorite fruit is the universally acknowledged boring apple.

The TV dramas I like to watch are old-fashioned political intrigue dramas, and I prefer to use traditional formats that only older people like, rather than the more modern and better-experienced holographic formats.

Even meals consisted of nothing more than scrambled eggs with tomatoes and hot and sour shredded potatoes year after year. If they got tired of those, they would at most switch to scrambled eggs with chives.

Even the cultivation of immortality is the same. Four years have passed since the birth of the cultivation academy, but he has never entered it, even though there are no less than a hundred branch schools of the cultivation academy.

His spiritual root is earth-elemental, which is also the most common.

When many people, including his family, introduce him, they can only say one thing: he is very honest.

"Sigh... what a mess." He took a bite of his usual hot and sour shredded potatoes, which tasted exactly the same as before, and sighed as he thought about what had just happened. "Someone like me wouldn't be harmed by anyone, would they..."

"It's probably just diarrhea." He unconsciously clutched his stomach, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart that he himself was unaware of.

Unfortunately, even when the clock struck ten, he still showed no signs of anything amiss.

Liu Qiang could only sigh, seemingly casually remarking, "Being bored is fine too."

A wave of intense heat washed over him during the night, causing him to toss and turn in bed until the sheets were soaked with sweat, at which point he woke up from the burning sensation.

"Why do I have a fever..." He touched his forehead and was startled by his own body temperature. He instinctively wanted to get up to find fever reducers, but his body felt weak and he lay back down in bed.

"Hmm..." Liu Qiang reached out to touch the smart phone bracelet next to the pillow, but his hand was too weak and the phone slipped off the mattress.

Feeling the pinch of the cost of repairing his AI, he sat up abruptly from the bed with astonishing willpower, only to find his AI bracelet floating in mid-air.

Liu Qiang's brain went cold for a moment, and he not only regained consciousness but also his fever subsided.

He touched his forehead, which was now at room temperature, and glanced at the bracelet floating in mid-air. He subconsciously slapped himself.

"It's not a hallucination caused by the fever..."

Liu Qiang took a deep breath, and after a long while confirming that he was not dreaming, he quickly picked up the bracelet and dialed the police.

"Hello... Officer, I... I think I have superpowers!"

Hearing his trembling voice and his nonsensical words, the other party smiled without any sign of abnormality and said, "Did you take the pink emotional ability activation pill at the emotional ability activation point?"

Liu Qiang listened to these words, which sounded like a tongue twister, and responded blankly.

The other party then continued, "That's right, this is your special ability. Come over tomorrow to register your ability attribute when you have time. Go to sleep early."

Liu Qiang heard the disconnection notification on the smart screen, stared blankly at his hand, and then subconsciously waved his hand towards the slippers under the bed.

A slipper defied the laws of physics and floated half a meter off the ground.

"So, some superpowers are different here compared to the world of superpowers?" Li Mingguo asked curiously, sensing his own superpower.

Sang Zhitao shook her head: "Not really. The world of superpowers was corrupted back then, and the superpowers weren't comprehensive. What we have here is more like the fully normalized superpowers."

As she spoke, she pointed to Lin Jing, who was engrossed in playing nearby: "For example, Jingjing has the ability of tranquility. When it's not fully developed, it can stabilize the rules of logistics in a small area. Now it can manipulate the rules of physics in a small area."

"It's perfect for experiments." Sang Zhitao couldn't help but remark as she watched Lin Jing being quickly dragged into the lab by her fellow students.

Li Mingguo then nodded in understanding.

"However, we can only activate basic superpowers here. Combination superpowers like those in Heart Painting Pavilion would require the country to develop them on its own. I don't understand their internal rules."

Li Mingguo waved his hand dismissively: "This is an adult matter, children don't need to worry about it."

Sang Zhitao touched her face. More than ten years had passed since she transmigrated from the first world to the present. The fact that she was almost fifty years old and was still being called a child made her blush for a tenth of a second.

This conversation took place shortly after Sang Zhitao returned, when the activation of superpowers was a matter within the military and government.

Now, the ability to activate superpowers has become commonplace.

"Hey everyone, I have a question. Did any of you encounter a strange stall yesterday that supposedly activated superpowers and you ate a pink pill?"

The morning after Liu Qiang took the pill and awakened his superpowers, he logged into his favorite Fugu Forum and saw the first post that had turned red.

"After eating it, I developed a fever at night, and then I awakened a strange ability. I called the police and they said it was a superpower." — Rabbit on the first floor.

“Me too.” — Tiger on the 2nd floor.

"What kind of superpower is upstairs?" — Chenlong, 3rd floor.

"It's called courage; it can generate a protective shield and also control hard objects to soften them, and softened objects to harden them." — 4th Floor, Rat

"I am curiosity, which can turn the pages of a book and give objects the ability to talk. I've heard that if you're powerful enough, you can hear the thoughts of all things (excluding humans)." — Ugly Ox, 5th Floor

"I...I have a negative emotion ability called sadness. It's said to create a small area of ​​low temperature, accelerate the decay of objects, and cause colors to fade..." - 6th floor, Snake.

"It does sound very negative." — Quoted by Mao Tu on the first floor.

"Emotions... sadness is definitely a negative emotion, but the ability sounds very useful." — quoted by Yin Hu on the 2nd floor.

“I…I thought everyone didn’t like it.” —Snake on the 9th floor

"Who said that? I think it's awesome!" — quoted by Yin Hu on the second floor.

"I think so too! Cooling down can help laboratories that need temperature control, and accelerating decay can be used to process things that can't be sent to the waste disposal center but need to degrade, like fading..." - quoted by Ugly Ox on the 5th floor.

"It can be faked, hahaha, and it can even be used as a human air conditioner to cool down the temperature! Awesome!" — quoted by the fourth floor rat.

Perhaps because everyone's replies were relatively peaceful, many people with negative emotions also expressed their feelings, which led many people to gain a better understanding of superpowers.

"It seems that although we don't have the opportunity to cultivate immortality, we still have another path to take~" In Liu Qiang's office, the topic of conversation that day also revolved around superpowers.

"I wonder if there's any Western magic like Haribota. I really want to learn magic~" one of the middle-aged men said with a sigh after using his supernatural ability to cool himself down.

"Perhaps, who would have thought that we can not only cultivate immortality but also use superpowers now? Think about ten years ago, and think about now," an older woman replied with a smile.

Liu Qiang turned to look at the Rainbow Bridge outside the window; it was the newly built expressway for aircraft.

Yes, who could have imagined that their world would change so much in just about ten years?

Such unusual activity in Dongguo naturally could not escape the notice of foreign eyes.

In particular, many people in Dongguo like to show off their lives in Dongguo to foreigners, so such news naturally cannot be hidden.

As a result, these countries started making trouble again.

"If cultivating immortality requires selective cultural understanding, shouldn't superpowers be even more widespread?"

"If we can't learn cultivation techniques, why can't we learn supernatural abilities?"

Such topics are not only rampant on social media, but have also reappeared as a "beautiful sight" in front of some government buildings.

"Eastern Kingdom!" Many national leaders flipped their desks in their offices, casually pulled out small figurines from their drawers, and plunged them into the figurines with silver needles.

I've heard that this is the most effective curse method in the traditional culture of the Eastern Kingdom.

"What do you think?" After a barrage of seemingly flattering but actually interrogative questions were thrown at the leaders of the Eastern Kingdom, the elders finally managed to spare a little time from their busy schedules to discuss the matter.

"Sure, give it to me." The Third Elder waved his hand dismissively.

The Second Elder nodded in agreement: "Even if all the people in those countries are superhuman, they can't have much of an impact on us."

"If you don't give it to us, you'll be withholding our potions. After all, that thing is still in the hands of that researcher." The Third Elder scratched his face and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Seeing their nonchalant attitude, the Grand Elder nodded knowingly: "I understand."

In just a few words, the group decided where to use their superpowers.

Of course, we wouldn't give it to the other party so easily; many things can still be exchanged.

In the past, those advanced weapons and equipment could be exchanged for large sums of money and minerals from the Eastern Kingdom, but that's no longer the case. The Eastern Kingdom no longer wants these inferior products.

What they want are the stolen cultural relics, the antiques that were swindled away, and the minerals that their own families were reluctant to use.

These are things that make these people abroad feel deeply hurt and embarrassed, yet they have no choice but to agree to the exchange.

As for what they will use to exchange for good things after all these exchanges are completed, no one dares to think about it. After all, they may not be in power then, and the blame can be passed on to the next leader.