"Hey, you're here."

Although Ain, who was dressed in formal attire, sounded a little surprised, looking at his determined expression, one could tell that the other party's behavior was completely under his control.

Ain's own consciousness walked in from outside the door. Ain, dressed in formal attire, stood up and gave him the soft factory director's office chair.

"Did you do what I asked you to do?"

Ain nodded:

"Everything has been handled as you said. If we continue like this, we can really..."

"certainly."

The man in formal attire suddenly reached out and pinched Ain's shoulders:

“You have to trust your subconscious mind.”

"subconscious?"

"Yes, you are actually far from being as ordinary as you look. You are stronger than most people, but you just don't realize it."

After randomly pinching it a few times, the man in formal attire took out a book from the filing cabinet at the back of the office and handed it to Ain. It clearly stated:

"Third Quarter Report of Production Line 3 of Factory 22"

"You see, this is your ability. Although you only took a glimpse that day, you actually remembered everything. I can only make you recall these things."

Ain took the report and flipped through it, only to see that every page was blank without a single character.

"What are you thinking? You only saw the surface, do you think you understand the inside?"

Ain was a little frustrated:

"That seems to be of no use."

"How can it be useless?"

The man in formal attire began to massage Ain's shoulders again with a respectful but confident attitude:

“It was like this in the beginning, but now it’s different.

"Have you ever heard of the saying 'use it or lose it' about superpowers? If you keep practicing, it won't be long before you can grasp the contents of these files from a distance."

"'Use it or lose it'? I don't even know myself. What do you mean by that?..."

"You actually know it. Maybe you heard about it after a city defense battle, or maybe you heard some discussions among passers-by after get off work... In short, since I know it, it means you know it."

Ain thought about it and felt that there was no problem, so he continued to nod, not caring at all that his ability seemed to refute himself with his previous lies.

"So what do I do now?"

"Of course, continue to use your abilities. I can help you not only in your dreams, but also in your waking state."

The man spoke fluently and with confidence, just as fluently as an insurance salesman.

“Relax, you are me and I am you.

"I know that deep down you still don't want to accept this fact, but think about it, superpowers are inherently inexplicable.

"Release the shackles deep in your consciousness and give me more power.

“Just think, I will make all your movements perfect and make you a strong person who will never make mistakes.

"Or do you have any wish that you want me to help you realize?"

Amid those ghostly words, Ain's consciousness gradually sank:

"I think, I want to be the line leader."

"Of course."

“I want a pay raise.”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want to go to work.”

“It’s human nature.”

"And... and..."

"Yes, that's it..."

---

The next morning, Ain got up from the bed full of energy. His super powers brought him many benefits, one of which was that he never had any problems with sleep since he was able to have lucid dreams.

In fact, sleep has now become a transcendent enjoyment for Ain. He would rather have a quick dinner than waste his sleep time.

Feeling full of strength, Ain quickly finished his simple wash. Today was still a workday, and he had to get to work within half an hour.

The production line starts moving quickly, and just as it slows down a little at the end of the shift, it also starts to speed up a little at the beginning of each day's production.

And Ain certainly did not forget the instructions given by "himself" in his dream last night.

He felt the power, and after the production line started, he gave control of both hands to his superpowers.

It's a magical feeling.

Ain no longer felt the soreness and swelling he had felt in the past. In fact, his mind was free to think about interesting things without having to worry about any problems at work.

It was a mechanical job anyway, and his hands only needed to repeat a cycle to get everything done.

And Ain's own thoughts have drifted to the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg.

He didn't know that this kind of thing was called "trusteeship" in another world, he just thought it would make his own work infinitely easier.

Soon it was lunch time, and suddenly another voice of his own sounded in Ain's mind:

"Do you need me to help you eat?"

"Can you help with this too?"

Having already tasted the sweetness, Ain was immediately moved, but still felt a little surprised.

“Of course, but in addition to my hands, I also need control over my jaw, pharynx, tongue, and so on.

"Of course, this will not interfere with your thoughts, will not make you feel uncomfortable, and will not cause harm. You have the right to refuse. After all, you are the leader. I am just a personality differentiated by your subconscious mind due to your superpowers."

"Okay, you can try."

---

"Lachesis, you've been acting a little strange lately. I'm requesting a gathering and self-examination."

Deep in the collective consciousness of the mycelium, the ever-perceptive Atropos made a suggestion.

"I feel the same way. Are you sure it's okay?"

"certainly."

Lachesis answered immediately:

"I recently made a small breakthrough in the field of erosion, allowing my abilities to penetrate the city a little bit."

"How is that possible?"

Clotho was shocked by Lachesis's words:

"How did you overcome the biofield?"

It is no wonder that Cloto would be surprised by such things. Just as the invasion of mycelium is divided into two parts: mental erosion and biological spores, humans also have two corresponding means of checks and balances, namely the biological field where humans live and the spacecraft's own defense system.

The reason why the two sides have been in a stalemate for decades is that in the end the city defense army and the strange beasts had to start hand-to-hand combat. In the final analysis, neither side could do anything to the other.

But now, according to Lachesis, this balance seems to have been broken by him.

“It’s actually very simple.”

Lachesis explained:

“Human settlement is not simply a pile of things. If we take that city as an example, then all the people in it are gathered together.

"But I found the concept of 'home' in human memory."