After naming the little guy and sending it off to play, Chen Mo prepared to continue developing his invisibility ability.
Even though he had awakened Telekinesis, he didn’t slack off at all.
In a world where the average moral standard was lower than that of a socialist street thug, he had absolutely no teammates he could rely on.
Everyone seemed accustomed to betraying and selling out their teammates, and even the ones being sold out thought it was fine; it was simply absurd.
In this world, trust was not a virtue; it was suicide.
Shaking his head, he first focused on his palm, continuing the development of his “Rochester Invisibility Cloak.” Since he had succeeded once before, it took him less than a minute this time to make his palm disappear.
He felt slightly encouraged; the next step was to enlarge these four lenses to cover his entire body.
The size of his palm was ten centimeters by twenty centimeters.
The size of his body was sixty centimeters by one hundred and eighty centimeters.
Chen Mo didn’t overthink it and directly enlarged the scale of the lens array.
The spacing for the first set of lenses was 1.5 meters, the second set was 1.5 meters, and the focal length was extended synchronously.
He looked down at himself.
He couldn’t see himself.
From his neck to his ankles, and then up to his head, his whole person had vanished from the light path.
The gray wooden floor was fully exposed through his body; the cracks in the wooden floor, the dust, and the fine sand blown in by the sea breeze were all clearly visible.
“Ga-ga.” Fries, who was beside him, let out a confused cry.
Its little head tilted back and forth, and its mung bean-like eyes were wide open.
With its small brain capacity, it couldn’t understand everything that was happening before it.
Such a big person had suddenly disappeared.
Chen Mo smiled.
He wanted to reach out and pet Fries’s little head, but as soon as he moved, his palm and arm immediately reappeared.
Pausing for a moment, Chen Mo didn’t pull his hand back.
His fingers gently brushed over the top of Fries’s head, the gray downy feathers slightly depressing and then springing back under his fingertips.
But his attention returned to his arm.
Moving would break the invisibility because the lens array covering his body didn’t move along with his body.
Chen Mo lowered his arm, and his palm and arm vanished from the air, once again covered by the lens array.
He exhaled and tried to move the lens array while moving himself.
This time, he made his arm and the lens array move together.
His arm slowly lifted from his side, raised to shoulder height.
His palm and arm did not appear; from his shoulder to his wrist to his fingertips, everything remained within the invisible zone.
The lens array moved at the exact same speed and along the exact same trajectory as his arm while he lifted it.
Then he tried slowly walking forward; this time, the invisibility remained.
Taking a deep breath, he prepared to try one last optimization: adjusting the focal point of the lenses to see if it could cover his body surface like a film.
It was difficult, and he needed to adjust the proportions of the lenses bit by bit, but before the sun went down, Chen Mo managed to do it.
“Ga.” Fries, who had been worn out by all the fuss, let out a cry.
Chen Mo smiled and patted its little head again.
He walked out of the safe house, looking at the last rays of the sunset.
From today on, call me Translucent!
Chen Mo felt incredibly ambitious.
He had realized another application of his Telekinesis, and he felt the future was promising.
Once he fully developed his Telekinesis, hmph.
Translucent couldn’t turn invisible while wearing clothes, but he could, and he could even expand the range, making anything that entered this area invisible too.
So, Translucent, you can rest easy and die; the world doesn’t need a second Translucent.
It wasn’t Chen Mo who would kill you; it was The Boys who would kill you, Butcher who would kill you, Frenchie who would kill you, and Hughie who would kill you.
Chen Mo stood on the porch steps, and the last glimmer of sunset vanished from his face.
The sky turned from orange-red to deep blue.
The first star appeared in the eastern sky, tiny and dim, almost invisible unless one looked closely.
The sea breeze grew stronger, whipping the hem of his hoodie.
His gills twitched beneath his ribs—not because he needed oxygen, but because the salt in the sea breeze made his gill filaments feel a signal similar to “coming home.” After standing there a while longer, he turned and walked back into the house, closed the door, and slid the bolt shut.
“Ga.” Fries let out a cry, switched to standing on one leg on the mantelpiece, and watched him with its mung bean-like eyes half-open and half-closed.
Chen Mo ignored it.
He picked a few pieces of dry pine from the woodpile by the fireplace, placed them on the iron grate in the fireplace, found an old box of matches on the mantelpiece, and struck one.
The smell of sulfur from the match head dispersed in the air, and the flame licked the surface of the pine wood.
The pine resin made a faint crackling sound under the high heat, like someone clapping far away.
The flames turned from orange to golden yellow, and the wooden floor in front of the fireplace was dyed amber by the firelight.
Fries flew down from the mantelpiece, landed on the armrest of a chair, and crouched in the position closest to the flames, facing the fire with its feathers puffed up, looking like a gray fur ball that was recharging.
Chen Mo lay down on the sofa, the wooden floor in front of the fireplace warmed by the fire.
The Mayor of Baltimore’s plane would be sliced apart by Homelander’s Laser Eyes tonight.
Chen Mo remembered this plot point, but he didn’t intend to do anything about it.
Translucent should have already been caught by Butcher and thrown into the trunk by now, and Hughie should have been dragged onto the pirate ship too—no, he had been on board ever since he installed the bug.
With the things he had said to Hughie, Translucent probably wouldn’t live that much longer.
Should he go to Jersey City to see this old friend off?
He would certainly be happy to watch him die.
Better not; he had a joint operation with Starlight tomorrow.
Three days later, A-Train was going to have a race against Shockwave, which would determine whether A-Train could stay in The Seven.
And then there was Popclaw; there was Compound V in her rented apartment.
That was the easiest to obtain, but it was time-sensitive, and there were surveillance cameras in the apartment.
Otherwise, he would have no choice but to go find that devout Christian, Ezekiel.
In the end, Chen Mo decided to go to Popclaw’s place tomorrow first to get the Compound V and see if it could stimulate his Telekinesis potential.
He had his invisibility ability, so he didn’t have to worry about surveillance.
Then, he would go to the Heights to fight crime with Starlight at night.
The flames in the fireplace flickered one last time and then slowly died down.
The light in the room turned from dark red to gray.
Fries turned over in the grayness and switched sides to keep sleeping.
Chen Mo drifted into sleep amidst this scene.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t dream of Homelander tonight.
The lighthouse outside the window was still flashing, white light, every five seconds.