Let's chat about the past, about how I beca a supernatural power user.
Before I beca a supernatural power user, I often did certain things that seed to be eccentric. But perhaps I was just projecting, as I believed that what I did wasn't as unconventional as others said. I thought maybe others had done similar things, just rarely shared with those around them.
That is, I would place a pen or an eraser, or any other light object within reach, in front of and then stare at it intently, imagining that my spiritual intent could invade physical reality and cause it to move.
It didn't need to move violently, just a bit, as long as it was visible to the naked eye. As long as I was sufficiently focused, devoting all my ntal effort, a tiny miracle as a result wasn't too much to hope for.
Of course, I didn't really believe in this sophistry; it was more out of interest. From a young age, I was fascinated by concepts like magic and supernatural powers. Those stories would occasionally concoct a setting drawn from Mysticism, telling readers how to cultivate and glimpse the path to enlightennt. After reading, it was only natural for to feel inspired to imitate. It was impossible for to truly go deep into the mountains to find the right "Spirit Vein" and "cave abode," but ditating on the bed with arms and legs spread was easily within reach.
Even when I first started this practice in elentary school, I was very aware that no matter how long I kept at it, it was unlikely to really help tap into the "spiritual energy between heaven and earth." I just wanted to get as close as possible to the world of fantasy stories. While mimicking the characters' ditation, I too felt like a mber of a fantasy world.
The last attempt was in the third year of junior high school, where I read a certain idea in a book. Allegedly, ancient monks in their quiet rooms would prepare an unlit candle, then focus intently on the wick, imagining the scene of their gaze igniting it.
This wasn't done with the actual belief that one could ignite the wick with a look, but to clear one's mind of other thoughts, facilitating entry into the profound ditative state afterward. After reading, I found it quite reasonable and was eager to try it. While the monks' ditation itself showed no Divine Skills, it was still a kind of mystical experience, and I was extrely curious about it.
For so ti afterward, I carried a candle with every day, taking it out during my free monts to gaze at the wick, imagining it catching fire.
Unexpectedly, over ti, although I never successfully entered the mysterious ditative state, I triggered another absurd phenonon.
It happened on an ordinary school day. After the teacher announced the end of class and left with materials, the classroom beca noisy with the break between lessons. No classmates approached to chat, so I took out my candle as usual, staring at it to pass the ti in my boredom.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... about five or six minutes passed, and I was still unable to enter the so-called ditative state. This was expected. I continued to empty my mind, gazing at the wick as I always did.
But this ti was different from any other.
Under the gaze of my eyes,
the wick caught fire out of nowhere.
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The Demon caught fire out of nowhere.
As if its entire body had turned into a giant matchstick phosphorus, it heated from friction with the air while charging toward at high speed, then exploded into flas.
Rolling waves of heat swept around with crushing force, leaving trees and bushes by the roadside wilted and twisted. I was caught up in the heatwave too, but suffered no burns, retreating two steps with the montum and turning my body to avoid the Demon's path of attack. The Demon, like an out-of-control car, crashed embarrassingly into a charging station not far away.
It let out a sharp, manic scream, in so much pain it couldn't even stand, flailing on the ground desperately trying to extinguish the flas.
At the sa ti, the shadows around began to stir, and a dozen shadow blades launched swift, deadly thrusts at from all directions.
But before they could touch my body, flas burst forth from . These shadow blades encountered my flas and crumbled as quickly as cotton burns, unable to cross the barrier of fierce fire.
The Demon didn't stop there in its crucial mont; so shadows didn't attack but instead rushed toward itself.
It's said that in so firefighting tactics, sand is used instead of water. The principle is the sa, covering the burning material to cut off oxygen, thereby halting combustion. Presumably, these shadows intended to do sothing similar, enveloping the agonized Demon like a cocoon.
However, before the flas were suppressed, the shadows themselves ignited. Not only did they fail to extinguish the fire, but they also beca new fuel, causing the Demon even greater agony.
"Zhuang Cheng—" it cried from a blazing hell, with a voice filled with negative emotions, "—Zhuang Cheng, aaah!!!"
As it roared, its body leaped from the ground, attacking at close quarters in the blink of an eye.
But I didn't blink, my gaze still fixed on it.
Its speed was very fast, and its strength was formidable. With my normal movents, I wouldn't even have the chance to twitch a finger before it ripped through . But my attack didn't require the twitch of fingers. If it thought I had to gather a fireball nearby like a Fla Ability User in so combat ga before personally hurling it, then it greatly underestimated .
My gaze, my voice, my breath—these everyday things are all diums through which I transmit power.
My fla is my spirit, so wherever my spirit reaches, my fla can destroy. So people use phrases like "If looks could kill..." to describe the intensity of soone's murderous intent, but my gaze can quite literally kill.
Just like now.
The Demon was ignited once again. This ti, I caused the flas to erupt only on its front side. A huge heat wave flipped it over, forcing it to continue struggling desperately within the fire.
"This can't be..." It seed to realize what was happening to it, "You just...just looked at ... Agh!!"
"It's just manipulating flas, not really an incredible ability," I cared more about the opponent's true capabilities than my own power, which I was already accustod to. "But what about you? Don't you have any other more novel, more bizarre abilities?"
The Demon seed to lack the energy to respond, busying itself with an attempt to snuff out the flas with Shadow Power, to no avail.
The flas relentlessly disintegrated its body, yet I could observe its flesh regenerating at an unnaturally rapid pace. As bits of flesh carbonized and shattered, new flesh regrew in their place. On the whole, the rate of regeneration couldn't keep up with the destruction, but based on this trend, it would still take so ti to burn it to death.
It wasn't impossible to turn this Demon into ash in one go; I was deliberately holding back. I'm not exactly sure about the maximum temperature my flas can reach. The destructive power of my flas doesn't depend on physical temperature but on the intent I have when using them. As long as my intent is lethal, even rock can vaporize instantly, while without such intent, I can envelop a human body in flas without causing any harm.
Initially, I truly intended to kill it. Since we were both out to kill, it couldn't bla anyone if it ended up dead by my hand. But when the critical mont to actually kill arrived, I hesitated.
It wasn't because I valued even an enemy's life; if the opponent had been human, it might have been a different story, but lacking even a human form, burning it brought no psychological burden. However, wouldn't it be a waste to kill it on the spot?
Perhaps I shouldn't kill it, but capture it alive. Then I could imprison it sowhere and interrogate it about more strange matters. Of course, it might still hide other strange and dangerous powers enough to threaten my life. But I considered the risk worth taking.
Speaking of "risk," there was a very important matter I hadn't yet attended to. I decided to take care of it right now.
"Your struggle is futile," I began to explain my ability, "As long as it lies within the range of my gaze, my flas will not disappear. Even if you sohow find a way to extinguish them, I can reignite them countless tis."
Many antagonists in battle manga would reveal their abilities to the protagonists when they held the upper hand. Although I also believed this to be unwise, it was one of my fixations.
If I were to write a bucket list right now, one item would definitely be "to demonstrate and explain my powers while facing my opponent." I had regretted the lack of opportunity to do this in the cave below.
Even if this tactic led to my own predicant later on, I would accept it without complaint. The experience in the cave made realize my true self; I was completely convinced of my own spiritual power.
It was clear that the Demon wasn't ready to surrender just yet. As I was about to explain further, it suddenly let out a roar of humiliation and bounced off the ground, rushing in a sprint.
But this ti, it wasn't trying to close in on ; rather, it was trying to get away from as quickly as possible.
Its fleeting escape was swift like jagged lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished from my sight.
Perhaps that was the most sensible strategy it could conceive of at the mont. It had realized that I could ignite objects with my gaze, and that neither its shadow nor its physical attacks could reach . The best course of action was to disappear from my view promptly, otherwise it would just continue to burn and suffer until death.
However, I never said that escaping from my direct line of sight ant safety.
Running away mid-explanation is not a good habit.
I closed my eyes, and the image of the Demon's location surfaced in my mind.
I saw it, after fleeing the vicinity, quickly reaching the riverside a kiloter away. Its body was still scorched by my flas; upon seeing the river, it plunged in without hesitation. The water touched the flas, and imdiately a large amount of white steam erupted.
Even my flas couldn't evaporate an entire river—at least I had never tried to see if it was possible. The Demon must have thought to extinguish the flas with a large amount of water, but it was a futile effort. My flas can appear out of nowhere without needing oxygen; naturally, they wouldn't vanish into thin air due to the lack of it.
Fleeing from my presence was also a mistake; no matter how far it ran, it couldn't escape my gaze. Indeed, there were no "Fireflies" around it now, but the reason "Fireflies" could share their vision with was because they were my flas, an extension of my spirit. Now, the flas burning on the Demon had beco my eyes.
Wherever the firelight reached was within my gaze.
Once ignited by , the fla would keep on burning relentlessly, no matter how far you fled, until I permitted it to extinguish.
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