Chapter 064 Chapter 64
This topic was too scary. Mo Xuanji felt that if he continued talking like this, the doctor would sooner or later say to him, "Actually, I'm a good person."
He coughed lightly, trying to change the subject.
There happened to be something that he cared about very much. When he realized the problem, the situation was critical and he had no extra time to be distracted. Now that he has relaxed, he feels terrified when he thinks about it carefully.
And, the main point is that the system is not here at this moment.
The doctors at the school hospital were all teachers from his own school and didn't belong to any other faction. They wouldn't conflict with him in terms of interests or grudges, so he could trust them to a certain extent. Mo Xuanji thought about it and asked after slightly condensing the story.
The doctor was a little surprised after hearing this: "That friend of yours who grew up with you is sure he has some special ability, but he can't use it normally?"
The friend who grew up with me nodded with a sad face: "Yes."
It was only after that injury that he suddenly realized that his feathers and blood could be used as media to control fire. These were clearly part of his body, but he himself could not use this power directly.
The doctor hissed, and she quickly pulled out a pair of glasses and put them on, then casually picked up the clipboard beside her. "Does your friend have any underlying illness, or has he ever suffered a serious injury?"
Mo Xuanji shook his head. He had spent the first eighteen years of his life as an ordinary person, having encountered no danger. His health was probably pretty good, having never been ill since childhood, so any underlying illnesses could be ruled out.
"Have you checked your meridians? Are they blocked?"
"I've checked it, and it's not blocked." Since he can use his wind-based abilities normally, it means there's nothing wrong with his meridians.
The doctor frowned and asked him a few more questions. After getting the answers, she took out a book as tall as a person from her storage bag, flipped through it for a long time with a magnifying glass, and finally let out a long sigh.
Mo Xuanji panicked. There's a saying: You're not afraid of a smiling doctor, you're afraid of a frown. And the scariest thing is when a doctor flips through a medical book mid-question, then sighs after reading it.
The doctor closed the book with regret. "Your friend is quite unlucky. Judging from the symptoms, this is a typical case of pseudo-apotency syndrome caused by a congenital defect. This condition is not very common among humans or demons."
"Pseudo-anomancy syndrome?" Mo Xuanji repeated.
"Yes, the most obvious point about this disease is that the patient possesses this ability, but his own condition cannot support him to use this power, so it creates the illusion that he has no superpowers."
"As for why it can be used in extreme situations, it has to do with the living organism's instinct for survival. In extreme situations, the body will instinctively squeeze its own potential, temporarily reaching a healthy state, allowing it to use this power to ensure its own safety.
"Is it possible that he has a second ability?"
The doctor looked at Mo Xuanji lovingly, as if looking through him at some unknown, pitiful being. "It's hard to say. Whether human or demon, they only possess one superpower in their lifetime. Even if their original superpower can't awaken due to illness, their physical condition won't be able to support a second superpower."
Mo Xuanji lowered her eyelids: "Then, if I'm healthy, is it possible?"
"Yes, if you're lucky, you might encounter an opportunity and gain a second superpower. But it's incredibly difficult. Even during the heyday of the demon race, only the Dragon Lord succeeded."
Hearing this familiar name again, Mo Xuanji's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, there was no obvious expression on Xiaoji's face, and the doctor didn't notice anything wrong.
Mo Xuanji pretended to be curious and asked, "What are the abilities of that Dragon Lord?"
"Don't you know this? It's wind and water."
It was wind and water, not wind and fire. Mo Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief without a trace of emotion. No wonder those ghosts and the black-robed man mistook him for Dragon Lord. It turned out to be because of one of their shared supernatural attributes.
Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed outrageous. How could a little chick from the Feathered Tribe be related to the Dragon Lord? One was furry, the other bald. Forget about the resemblance, the species were so different that they were a million miles apart. They were even separated by a lineage of birth and death.
But his two abilities were definitely abnormal; one of them must have been acquired later in life. Mo Xuanji's eyes were blank, his experiences from childhood to adulthood flashing through his mind.
His wind-attributed ability awakened naturally on his eighteenth birthday, a day that was completely ordinary, just like any other day. Back then, the school was still a closed-door school, so there wasn't much chance of encountering any strange things.
As for fire, he had it since childhood, but using feathers to control flames wouldn't be in line with squeezing out his own potential. When he was little, he even used feathers to help his grandmother burn firewood every day.
Forget it, let's talk about the supernatural power after the system comes back. Mo Xuanji sighed softly and stopped thinking about it.
It was the end of the month, and students who had been away on missions were gradually returning to school. As the saying goes, no one would always get hurt, but someone would always get hurt, and the school hospital's medical resources were becoming strained. After Mo Xuanji finished her last bottle of medicine, she was ruthlessly sent away by the doctor.
The dormitory was now silent. Mo Xuanji, who had transformed back into human form, tiptoed in. Zhu Changan and Ji Sheng's doors were wide open; neither of them was in the dormitory, and no one knew where they had gone.
Such a familiar situation... Could it be that these two were caught as sparring partners again?
Thinking of this, Mo Xuanji took out his cell phone and sent a message in the dormitory group.
Zhu Changan quickly replied: [Xuanji, you finally woke up! I was so scared! I'm taking notes at the Supernatural Bureau right now, so I won't be back for a while.]
[By the way, I have some super, super good news for you. Our mission score is full marks again this time (cheers.jpg)]
"And the mission we actually completed was S-rank, considering the three of us completed it independently, so that's a really high evaluation. The teacher said that with this kind of momentum, our team's overall rating will soon be raised!"
Ji Sheng: (Speech to text) [Wow, amazing! We're still being hunted by weirdos. This is really hard on Cao'er. There have been a lot of illusion-based weirdos lately... Ahhhh, here they come again!]
Mo Xuanji silently sent an emoticon package of Zhu Jianqiang.
After the ravages of this mission, the clothes on Mo Xuanji were completely ruined. He took them off and put them aside, then went to the bathroom to take a comfortable hot bath.
Three toothbrush cups were neatly placed on the sink, and the three magic toothbrushes inside were also neatly tilted in the same direction, looking very cute. Mo Xuanji walked over silently, not looking away, pretending not to see them.
I have to say that Wilde is really business-minded. Ever since they became a little famous during the last anniversary celebration, Wilde has been striking while the iron is hot to come up with a bunch of exquisite and beautiful, but very embarrassing peripheral products for him.
These peripherals are very popular at school, especially those related to Mo Xuanji's true form. I don't know how much everyone loves furry creatures, but they sold out on the first day they were released. Zhu Changan even managed to snag these three toothbrush sets thanks to his connections.
The insider who wished to remain anonymous sighed quietly.
The senior must have put a lot of thought into these peripherals. The quality of these peripherals is one-to-one good, sturdy and durable. He can't even find a reasonable excuse to replace these small toothbrushes.
Mo Xuanji wiped his hair and casually opened his closet. Inside, he saw a row of identical clothes, all in black. The system had previously complained about his rigid lifestyle and his inability to adapt.
At that time, Mo Xuanji crossed her arms and choked the system with one sentence: "Have you ever seen the protagonists change clothes frequently?"
To solidify the character's design and deepen the reader's impression of the character, authors often choose to have the character wear the same clothing until the finale. Even if the character changes into a few new clothes in certain plot points later in the story, these are only used as Easter eggs to add interest, and the character will not wear the clothes frequently.
The system has nothing to say.
Mo Xuanji picked up a piece of clothing at random and prepared to change into it. Perhaps because the shaking was too violent, a piece of emerald green feather fell out from the clothes.
The feather was small, like the down on an ordinary bird, and looked ordinary enough to be easily overlooked even if it fell to the ground. But at this moment, Mo Xuanji's heart sank along with it.
The system was right, he really shouldn't have a bunch of identical clothes.
This was the feather Yan had given him for self-defense.
He never thought that such low-level mistakes as wearing the wrong clothes or forgetting to bring things would happen to him, and it almost got him killed.
He took a deep breath, managed to stay calm and picked it up, his mind constantly recalling what happened today.
"If it wasn't this, then what saved me?"
…
Inside the headquarters building of the Supernatural Bureau.
In a conference room, several uniformed individuals sat at their respective seats. At the head of the table sat an elderly man with a graying beard, also in uniform. Unlike the others, he wore a badge on his chest. The reflection obscured most of the information on it, though only a faint "Zhu" (blessing) could be discerned.
What was placed in front of them at this moment was the brush that Mo Xuanji and others had obtained during the mission.
After inspection, the specialist in a white coat carefully placed it back into the container.
"Report: After comparison, it can be confirmed that this is the Jade Pen, the magical artifact previously lost at headquarters. The strange aura sealed within the Jade Pen is 70% similar to that of the Puppet Master, and the likelihood of a master-servant relationship is 90%."
The chief hummed, and after a quick glance, he said, "What do you all think about this?"
"Twenty years ago, our headquarters was attacked by a mysterious force, and a number of precious magical instruments were lost. The psychic teams only recovered a small portion. Now it seems the enemy intends to use these instruments to artificially create more of our kind."
"The strange creatures residing in magical instruments can perfectly escape Nuwa's detection. I wonder how many have slipped through the net over the years. I suggest that we step up our efforts to thoroughly investigate this matter."
"I object. These magic weapons have been missing since they were robbed. Now the news is suddenly leaked. I'm afraid it's just to lure the tiger away from the mountain." One of the commissioners suddenly spoke up.
"The 'Gate' is now in a precarious state, and could open at any moment. Not only has the 'Sky Repair Project' been delayed, but the legendary 'Lock' remains missing as well.
This alone is enough to keep us stretched thin, and with the help of the students, we can barely maintain daily stability. A large-scale search for the lost artifacts would only divert more manpower, which would not be worth the effort."
"The loss outweighs the gain, but what about the potential victims? You are too cold-blooded to say that!" another commissioner frowned and retorted.
"Sacrifice is inevitable. If we disperse our forces, we will only save fewer people. Please restrain your compassion. In our position, we must prioritize the greater good."
"The overall situation is more important, even if your family is there?"
"Even though my family will be there."
Even the most loyal and righteous wolves, when forced to do so, will prioritize the elderly, the weak, and the sick for the sake of the pack. Now, they carry on their shoulders not just the future of a small pack, but the future of all life on this planet.
Someone sighed deeply, "If only the Demon King were still here, it would be great. He was able to lead the two tribes to repel the evil god back then, and he would definitely be able to do the same now."
"I'm afraid that His Majesty has already..." Before one of them could finish his words, the people around him hurriedly covered his mouth.
"Be careful with your words!" Please be careful, my good brother, the demon clan's family members are still here!
Unexpectedly, the demon clan commissioners were not angry about this. Although their expressions were still unhappy, they all maintained their rationality.
"We've suspected this for a long time," one of them said, feeling somewhat downcast. "His Majesty would never allow his people to suffer such hardship. If he doesn't take action, he's probably too busy to do anything."
To completely seal the "Gate," the Demon King personally crafted a "lock" capable of sealing everything. However, such a powerful conceptual artifact was beyond the capabilities of this world, and the Demon King himself paid a heavy price.
For a moment, no one in the conference room spoke.
"What about the seal in the Dragon Locking Pond?" The chief spoke, breaking the silence.
"Same as usual. The weirdness level inside is still very high. I'm afraid that Dragon Lord won't be able to regain consciousness in the short term."
The price they paid back then was simply too high. Even though the Demon King later intended to leave some backup plans, they still felt powerless.
As expected, these descendants were too incompetent and could not meet the expectations of their predecessors. Everyone fell into autism.
One of the commissioners suddenly raised his head, looked directly into the chief's eyes, and suggested, "Perhaps, we could try to accept the power of the ferocious beast."
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