"You're absolutely not allowed to."
"..." Does not liking you mean you're not allowed to?
"Stay away from me, I belong to Fang Rong."
"..."
Fang Rong finally couldn't hold back any longer, opened the door and went in, "How can you be so stupid? Who else understands you so well besides me?"
Fang Hua turned around, looking completely bewildered, still not quite understanding what had happened.
"Idiot." Fang Rong couldn't bear to look at him. "I am the spirit of the Ouija board."
Fang Hua looked back at the fallen cylindrical pen, then at Fang Rong, still completely bewildered.
“This is my special ability,” Fang Rong explained to him. “I can control nearby objects, make them float, or do other things.” He pointed to the pen on the table, “Just like that just now.”
Because his superpowers awakened late, taking more than twenty years to develop within him, his superpowers were stronger than others from the start. He could control anything that wasn't particularly heavy or far away.
From now on, Fang Hua won't need to move the sofa anymore; he can do it himself. Of course, it will be a bit strenuous, since he's not very skilled at operating it yet, but he'll get better with practice.
Actually, I'm already overjoyed to have superpowers, so I don't have such high expectations.
“…Oh.” Fang Hua was taken aback. Now that she had superpowers, she didn’t need his protection anymore? He was unhappy.
His answer was particularly insincere, and Fang Rong gave him a disdainful look. "You should be happy that I have superpowers, why are you making such a face?"
He was in a good mood, humming a song all the way to the kitchen to cook. Because he had been hit hard recently, he couldn't do anything right and found Fang Hua annoying, especially since the two of them were becoming increasingly different.
One is a prodigy destined for greatness, while the other is just an ordinary person destined for a lower and lower career. But these are no longer problems, as he now possesses superpowers.
Sometimes I think it's still impossible; he actually has superpowers!
He has superpowers!
He really has superpowers!
It's like an ordinary person suddenly winning a million dollars. From disbelief to receiving the prize money, they live a life of comfort and abundance. Such a joyous occasion is something they would want to share with the whole world.
But after thinking about it carefully, I decided against it. He's already so old, and according to scientists, it's impossible for him to have any more superpowers. Even if he did, they would have to dissect him for research.
Even a marshal, who comes from a prestigious family and has a prominent status, has to have his blood drawn from time to time to study the principles behind it, perhaps to change the lives of other people in their twenties who do not yet have superpowers.
If he were to reveal it, he would become a celebrity in no time and be taken to a lab for research. He doesn't have Fang Hua's potential, nor does he possess multiple superpowers and mutation abilities. Once he enters the lab, he won't be able to get out.
Thinking about it this way, it's better not to reveal it. Suddenly having superpowers is a great thing, but if I lose my freedom just to show off, it would be a huge loss.
Fang Rong was very open-minded. It was like suddenly winning the lottery. Some people choose to show off, while others choose to keep it to themselves and make their fortune quietly. What he had to do now was to keep it to himself and make his fortune quietly.
Thinking about it this way made me feel much better, and I quickly prepared a meal.
Now it's basically become a routine: he cooks, and Fang Hua buys the groceries. After gaining experience, he's rarely ripped off anymore. However, because he doesn't like to haggle, he always leaves the few cents left over, which has accumulated into a considerable sum over time.
He seemed to have no interest in money, handing over his entire salary as soon as he received it, keeping not a single penny for himself. It must be said that Fang Hua's salary was actually twice that of him. As fellow newcomers, Fang Rong was truly unconvinced!
However, he did know that Fang Hua was participating in a tournament, which was an online holographic tournament within all military regions. Winning would earn him a prize. His instructor had introduced him to this sport, hoping to improve his patience. He played for two hours every day, participating in more than ten matches, earning around thirty or forty yuan. His schedule was very tight, but the only advantage was that it was very profitable. After all, everyone in the military region was a rookie, so making money was easy for him.
Fang Rong had heard of the military region's holographic arena. It was said that soldiers from all military regions of the entire empire would participate, similar to holographic games outside, used to improve their superpowers and proficiency.
After all, superpowers are highly lethal, and there aren't many places for them to use them, which is why they are deployed throughout the army and become an integral part of training.
Almost everyone has one, except Fang Rong, because he doesn't have any special abilities. Without special abilities, it's equivalent to not having mental power, and without mental power, one cannot identify an identity at all.
Of course, ordinary holographic games outside do not require mental energy; you only need to match brainwaves, which is almost barrier-free.
However, since most people in the military region possess mental abilities, including orcs, they use mental abilities for identification.
Spiritual power is a colorless, odorless, and formless thing, similar to a strong consciousness, the kind of consciousness that can be retained for more than ten minutes after a person dies. Some people call it the soul.
Fang Rong was actually quite curious about the holographic arena, because every time Fang Hua won a match, money would be deposited into his account, and every single transaction was clearly recorded, with the money arriving on the same day as the match.
It's said that controlling a man's money is equivalent to controlling him, because without money, he can't do anything. Whether it's eating, picking up girls, or drinking, you need money. Only a fool would pay attention to you if you don't have money.
Despite Fang Hua's good looks, she was practically a flower in this majestic military region, and the line of people wanting to invite her to dinner and drinks probably stretched from one end to the other.
However, Fang Rong was never worried that he would cheat on her, because she knew his personality.
He's the kind of cold-blooded, indifferent person who won't take the initiative, and even if you do, you still won't get into his heart.
They are difficult to approach.
If Fang Rong hadn't started raising him since he was a child, he probably wouldn't be able to get along with his brother now.
Of course, once someone like Fang Hua has made up his mind about someone or something, nothing can change his mind.
Fang Rong was actually quite satisfied with this, at least she wasn't worried about him having someone else outside the marriage.
Of course, after gaining superpowers, he couldn't help but want to understand Fang Hua's life, to see how far it had progressed, and whether it was too different from his own.
He casually picked up Fang Hua's holographic helmet and tried it on. Fang Hua was lazy and had already memorized the account and password.
Considering that some people might want to create a secondary account, the system has implemented two login modes: one is scanning mental energy, and the other is account login.
Fang Hua made two passwords and just remembered them. He could log in easily and Fang Rong entered the holographic arena in no time.
He saw himself, and he saw others. Above his head was a conspicuous ID number: Fang Rong's.
Below the ID number was his portrait. He didn't hide or avoid it at all, showing his true face without any concealment. It looked as if the person below was Fang Rong, and he was Fang Rong.
Fang Rong blushed and hurriedly withdrew from his holographic helmet.
He suddenly remembered that the coin had been lost that day, and Fang Hua had stood on it under the blazing sun, waiting patiently for him to return.
"Fang Rong's."
"Fang Rong's."
"Fang Rong's."
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