The next day.
Sunlight stread through the uncovered window, shining onto Falson’s face as he lay slumped over the desk.
“Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling…”
It was as if a sound was echoing in his ears.
No, not in his ears, but in his mind.
“Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling…”
At first, the sound was distant, as if muffled through thick frosted glass—faint and intermittent.
Then, it began to move, coming closer and closer, growing clearer and more urgent.
Falson’s body twitched uncontrollably twice.
“Ultraman…” a voice reverberated with echoes inside Falson’s mind, “open your eyes… I am Sharplin…”
Accompanied by the ringing that seed to grow ever nearer, Samuel’s voice rang out in Falson’s mind.
“Falson… open your eyes…”
This voice, along with the bell sound, traveled from far to near within his mind, growing louder and louder, feeling like a death knell.
Falson twitched twice and sat up in the chair.
His eyes were unfocused, his pupils dilated.
Dazedly, he sat upright in the chair, his gaze vacant, instinctively raising his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning away the drool.
His mind was a tangled ss now—no, not just his mind. All his senses were twisted into a single ball of yarn.
Sight, hearing, sll, taste, touch—all were in chaos, constantly bombarding him with jumbled sensory input. He felt like he could hear the color of things, taste the scent of his surroundings, sll the size of objects…
He was like a robot whose data cables had been scrambled and reconnected haphazardly, receiving all sorts of chaotic information, all mixed together, interfering with and overlapping each other.
He sat silently, slowly untangling the chaotic senses.
Ti lost all aning. It could have been just a few minutes, or it could have been an hour.
After a long while, he finally ca to his senses. The world before his eyes gradually cleared, and his ears, nose, tongue, and skin no longer transmitted random sensations.
He hadn’t even realized when he had fallen asleep.
To be precise, he must have passed out.
“System, didn’t you say you’d help
hold on?” Falson asked.
He raised both hands and rubbed his temples, trying to make himself feel better.
The pressure of his fingertips brought a real, localized ache. This familiar sensation reassured him slightly, confirming that he was still in a normal body.
“You were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, and you still call that ‘holding on’?” Samuel’s exasperated voice rang in his mind. “If I hadn’t protected your spirit, would you have woken up this fast?”
“Is… that so?” Falson rubbed his temples. “Then… thanks.”
“You’re welco.” Samuel accepted the thanks without modesty.
He deserved it.
Suddenly, Falson sensed sothing off.
After his senses had returned to normal, everything around him seed clearer.
It was like wearing a dusty pair of glasses for a long ti, only to have them suddenly wiped clean.
The wind outside the window, the sounds in his ears, the scene before his eyes…
Everything had been upgraded to a whole new level of clarity.
When he looked again at the paper bearing the Law Mark, that dizzy, disoriented feeling was gone.
Not only could he look at the paper directly, but he could even clearly recall the pattern on it in his mind.
No, it wasn’t recall.
It was as if it had been imprinted in his mind. Whenever he wanted, he could see it within his “mory.”
“Huh?” He froze. “Did I… succeed?”
“It seems so,” Samuel’s voice echoed in his mind. “Looks like you’re really quite talented.”
“Is this how all Law Seekers go through it?” He continued rubbing his temples. “It’s actually quite simple, but it’s just unpleasant.”
“Alright, alright, stop rubbing your temples. The sun’s going to get too happy,” Samuel said in his mind.
He paused for a mont, then his voice rang out again, answering Falson’s question.
“But, technically speaking, your situation probably isn’t the norm. As you know, you’re very talented. You were born with an anomaly—you’re half a Law Seeker.”
“You were born with the ability to draw objects, people, or events toward you. That itself is a perfect fit with the [Navigator].”
“In other words, you were born for this.”
“I see…” Falson nodded.
He stood up from the creaky chair.
His legs felt a bit weak, as if he were stepping on cotton.
He didn’t head for the door or tidy up the desk. Instead, he turned and walked toward the narrow single bed just a few steps away.
Then, he threw himself onto the bed, letting his body crash against the sowhat hard mattress with a dull “thud.”
He didn’t even take off his coat. He just lay there on the bed with his arms spread out. His legs, too long for the bed, hung over the edge, his knees naturally bent, his shoes still on, feet planted on the floor.
Although the position was a bit odd, he had always found it quite comfortable.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, sorting through the extra information in his mind.
Regarding his extraordinary ability, all he had to do was recall the Law Mark, and it would naturally replay in his mind—very convenient.
The ability the [Navigator] granted him wasn’t actually very strong. Honestly, when you got down to it, he wasn’t much stronger than an ordinary person.
With his frail build, if he ran into those underground boxing fighters, he probably wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.
Even an ordinary person with a kitchen knife would be a life-or-death situation.
It just made it easier for him to persuade others, to get them to follow him more easily.
He could also apply an invisible “force” to an object in any direction from a distance, making it move slightly in that direction.
But this force was very weak. Moving a bucket or sothing was about the limit. If the bucket was full of water, he might struggle to push it at all.
“Feels like this isn’t as strong as I imagined,” Falson said. “But I think I’m starting to feel the specific presence of my talent.”
After becoming a Law Seeker, it was as if so kind of “ridian channel” had been unblocked within him. He could feel an indescribable energy inside his body, and it seed he could truly sense a certain aura being drawn from his very being.
That was the essence of his talent.
Both that energy and that aura occupied a strange location.
They did seem to be inside his body, but when it ca to which specific part, he found he couldn’t tell.
They felt more like concepts, existing in a place that was itself just a concept.
He decided to ask the System directly.
“System, I think I can feel so kind of energy, but I can’t pinpoint where it exists in my body. Although it’s inside , it feels like it’s in a different dinsion.”
Samuel really didn’t know this one.
After all, in his experience, that energy seed to appear wherever it wanted. There was no concept of “internal energy.”
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