Psychic power that's the strongest on Earth?
William just smiled.
"Actually, we can test without the device too. Co with ." Wes, not bothered by the others hurriedly trying to save the equipnt, led William and Walker to another room.
The items in this room were simpler.
Mostly it was gym equipnt and so daily necessities, with teacups placed on the table.
"Have a seat," Wes said while pouring a cup of water for both William and Walker.
Then, he placed an A4 sheet of paper on the table and said to William, "You're still a newbie Soulmancer and haven't tried to control physical objects with your psychic power, right?"
"This…" William didn't know how to respond. He had once, out of boredom, tried controlling the planets in a few neighboring star systems with his psychic power, since there were no lifeforms on them, just changing their orbits for fun.
Sotis, he would also control small teors to create teor showers for entertainnt.
"Try to see if you can make this paper float using your psychic power. If you can, it's already eting the standard for level one, at least it's a pass."
William asked, "Generally, can a newbie Soulmancer control this paper?"
Wes nodded, "Of course, but since you haven't learned it, it might be a bit difficult. So more skilled individuals can already control small objects with their thoughts."
William then asked, "So, if I can control this paper, does that an I pass the assessnt?"
"That would indeed an you pass the assessnt," Wes chuckled. "But don't think it's too easy. So colleagues who took this test had to train for half a month or even a month to easily control small objects."
"Alright," William nodded. He was, after all, a newbie Soulmancer. He would perform slightly impressively just to pass the assessnt.
So, he stared at the paper on the table. After more than a minute, pretending to exert great effort, the A4 paper finally started to float in the air.
Wes's eyes lit up and he said, "That's very good! You've managed to make the paper float in just a short while. Now, try this coin." After speaking, he placed a one-cent coin on the table.
William stared at the coin for a long ti. The coin moved slightly to the left, and then he seriously said, "I can't do this one."
Wes nodded, "No worries, just keep practicing, and you should be able to do it after a while."
"I think I know your level now," Wes then turned to Walker and said, "Walker, you try."
Walker's mouth twisted wryly, and suddenly the coin on the table shot up into the air, spinning rapidly, before plumting down and embedding itself about an inch deep into the wooden table.
"Woah—" Wes couldn't help but express his surprise.
"Your control over psychic power has reached this level. Once you enter the ranks of mid-level Soulmancers, won't you be able to manipulate heavy objects for long-range attacks?" Wes, having recently learned a lot from Steven, always gave high praise to newcors' achievents.
"Manipulate heavy objects for remote attacks?" Walker looked even more pleased with himself, his gaze shifting as a twenty-kilogram dumbbell in the room began to float in the air, slowly flying towards him, "I can already do that!"
"That's incredible!" Wes exclaid, "Your ability to control objects seems like it's been practiced for several years at least."
"Actually, I just learned it today," Walker said with a modest smile, his low-key deanor revealing a hint of showmanship.
"You learned it today?" Wes feigned shock, his face full of surprise and amazent.
William noticed Wes's expression, thinking his reaction was a bit exaggerated. But on second thought, this was Wes's way of coping.
Zoey was almost childlike in her interpersonal skills, and Wes used to always be strictly businesslike. If both leaders of the 13th Bureau were like that, the pressure on their subordinates would indeed be imnse.
Wes had to change his style, trying hard to be more approachable and affable.
Walker then asked, "So, can I officially join the 13th Bureau now?"
Wes said, "In terms of ability, you clearly et our requirents for the 13th Bureau, but there's another very important step to joining us."
"What step?"
"Attending classes!"
Next, Wes led them to a classroom already filled with quite a few people.
The man sitting at the lectern was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He didn't appear very strong, but his deanor was really compelling, even William couldn't help but take a second look.
As they entered the classroom, a middle-aged man was lecturing at the podium. Even Wes didn't dare to interrupt him, simply leading William and Walker to sit down in the last row quietly.
"...Students from Harvard and Yale are using their knowledge to assist foreign companies, sotis even defeating our Arican companies..."
"To all the students here, I know you are extraordinary. Each one of you possesses incredible abilities, but how should you use this power? I'll tell you, you should use it to protect our country and our hos."
"To protect your family, loved ones, and those hard-working ordinary citizens…"
William listened to the professor on the lectern while Wes whispered in their ears, "This is Professor John Strong from MIT. You can call him Professor Strong. Listen to what he has to say."
The 13th Bureau, as a special agency responsible for national security, handles tasks ordinary institutions can't, including but not limited to dealing with Soulmancer-related incidents.
Therefore, the political views and patriotism of the employees are naturally of utmost importance.
The idea is probably to foster a sense of belonging and pride in their country.
To make them willing to contribute to the nation's prosperity and stability.
Although it might sound a bit like brainwashing, William thought this kind of guidance was quite good.
After all, people always need sothing to believe in.
In the past, people often talked about loyalty and patriotism, but now the focus has shifted more towards patriotism and serving the people, which is indeed correct.
If not for this, how could society maintain such stability and harmony?
William listened to Professor Strong's lecture and found it quite interesting. Professor Strong's style was not the traditional kind of elegance,it was even a bit rough. When he got emotional, he would occasionally blurt out a swear word, but his lectures were vivid and engaging, making them easy and comfortable to listen to.
Indeed, not bad!
Walker also listened intently to Professor Strong's lecture. As an Arican, he naturally had a deep sense of belonging to his country, so Professor Strong's topics easily resonated with him.
Initially sowhat resistant, as he listened, he found himself unwittingly clapping along.
Hey, this is really interesting!
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