[Effect: The user can instantly move to a location within their line of sight, with an initial maximum distance of 50 meters.
Each use requires a 24-hour cooldown.]
[Special Note: Teleportation distance is related to the user’s Mental Power.
The stronger the Mental Power, the further the teleportation distance.
Once Mental Power reaches a certain level, the user can carry others along during teleportation, or even use it infinitely.]
[Usage Conditions: None.
Anyone can learn it.]
After Kagashi finished reading, the carriage fell silent for a moment.
“Teleportation?” Furina’s eyes widened.
“Once a day, fifty meters at a time?”
“Fifty meters isn’t that far,” Misaka Mikoto said, though her tone held obvious excitement, “but it can save your life at a critical moment.”
“And the description says it’s related to Mental Power.” Roxy looked at the runes on the scroll with a serious expression.
“The stronger the Mental Power, the further the distance.
If Mental Power can be increased, fifty meters could become a hundred meters, or even further.”
“It can also carry people,” Yoshino said softly, her grip on Yoshinon tightening slightly.
The four girls’ gazes turned toward Kagashi simultaneously.
“You learn it,” Furina said.
“Yes, you learn it,” Misaka Mikoto nodded.
“Big Brother Kagashi, you learn it.” Yoshino looked up at him, her eyes full of expectation.
Roxy didn’t speak, but she gave a gentle nod.
Kagashi looked at them and remained silent for two seconds.
“Alright.”
He gripped the scroll and squeezed hard.
The scroll turned into a golden stream of light and merged into his palm.
A strange sensation welled up in his heart.
It was as if something had taken root in his consciousness, connecting with his thoughts and perceptions.
He could feel a faint, almost non-existent connection between himself and the surrounding space.
It was like an invisible thread connecting him to every point within a fifty-meter radius.
Kagashi closed his eyes and felt it for a moment.
He opened them.
He looked toward the other end of the carriage, about thirty meters away, at the end of the new car.
With a single thought.
In the next instant, his body vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already standing at the end of the new carriage.
“Over there!” Yoshino pointed toward the new carriage.
Kagashi looked down at his hands, then back at the group thirty meters away, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Kagashi walked back, feeling quite satisfied.
“How was it?” Furina asked.
“Not bad,” Kagashi said.
“Fifty meters is the limit, but short-range teleportation consumes almost no Mental Power.
For now, it can only be used once a day.”
“Once is enough,” Misaka Mikoto said.
“At a critical moment, once can save a life.”
Kagashi nodded, not refuting her.
Just then, the train vibrated slightly.
The wheels began to turn, making a “clack-clack” sound, and the ruins outside the window slowly receded.
The train had started.
Kagashi walked to the window and glanced outside.
The mist had not yet dissipated.
The train traveled through the fog like a ship sailing through a sea of clouds.
[Ding!]
[The train has started.]
[Next stop: Unknown.]
[Estimated travel time: 28 hours.]
[Conductors, please be prepared.]
The system prompt faded, and the carriage fell silent for a moment.
Kagashi watched the churning mist outside the window, his brow furrowing slightly.
28 hours.
A little over a day.
“28 hours?” Furina counted on her fingers.
“That would be 8 AM the day after tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Kagashi nodded.
“The next stop will be the last stop before the novice protection period ends.”
“So at the next stop, we need to gather as many resources as possible.” Misaka Mikoto’s voice lowered.
Kagashi said, “The mutants, the thick fog, and the drowsiness effect we encountered before were all within the protection period.”
“The system said the novice protection period is ‘relatively safe,’ with a reduced probability of danger.” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“But once the protection period is over…”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
But everyone understood what he meant.
Once the protection period passed, the real danger would only just begin.
“So at the next stop, everyone should gather more resources to deal with the disasters after the novice protection period.”
“But don’t be afraid!
We’re doing just fine right now!”
“Mm-hmm!” The girls expressed their agreement.
Kagashi’s voice wasn’t loud, but his tone carried a reassuring certainty.
“Mm-hmm!” The girls all expressed their agreement again.
Fear wouldn’t solve anything.
So, they wouldn’t be afraid.
Kagashi looked at them, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
He then leaned against the carriage wall, tapping his fingers on his knee as if deep in thought.
“Anyway, there’s still over a day left,” he said.
“In the meantime, we can’t just sit around staring blankly.”
“Then what should we do?” Furina tilted her head.
“We’ve been busy all day,” Kagashi said.
“Chopping trees, mining, fighting zombies…
we haven’t even had a hot meal.”
He paused, the curve of his mouth widening.
“Let’s have some hot pot.”
The carriage was silent for a second.
“Hot pot?” Furina blinked.
“What’s that?”
Yoshino tilted her head, her small face filled with confusion.
Roxy thought for a moment and gently shook her head; she hadn’t heard of the term in her original world either.
Only Misaka Mikoto didn’t show a look of confusion.
Her eyes widened slightly, and she lowered her crossed arms, her gaze landing on Kagashi’s face.
“Hot pot?” she repeated, her tone carrying a hint of surprise.
“You can even get that?”
In her original world, hot pot was a familiar comfort in winter.