I am invincible, all of you go to hell.
8: Chapter 8: Cheat: Telekinesis?
I am invincible, all of you go to hell.
After buying that stone house, Chen Mo did not leave immediately.
He walked around the house barefoot.
In some places, the wooden floorboards were warped, creaking when stepped on.
The fireplace was piled with thick ash, but it wasn’t damp, which meant the flue was clear.
When he turned on the kitchen faucet, a stream of brown rusty water flowed out first, but it turned clear after a few seconds.
The circuit breaker was in a small iron box under the stairs.
He pushed it up, and the living room light flickered once and then went out; the bulb was probably broken.
Not bad.
Better than he had expected.
He didn’t need this house to be luxurious, or even comfortable; he just needed a place, a place Vought didn’t know about, a place where Homelander wouldn’t suddenly appear.
It was far enough.
Remote enough.
Enough to let him do things that The Deep couldn’t.
Chen Mo walked upstairs to the second floor.
There were two bedrooms, one large and one small.
The large one had a window facing the sea.
The glass was covered in a layer of dust, but through the grime, he could see sunlight shimmering like broken gold on the surface of the sea.
The small one faced north, with a scrub forest outside the window, its branches and leaves intertwined like a green maze.
He walked to the window of the large bedroom, reached out, and swiped a line across the glass.
The dust was pushed aside, revealing the true blue outside.
Chen Mo stood in front of the window for a long time.
He wasn’t spacing out; he was thinking.
Hughie’s girlfriend, Robin, was already dead.
A-Train had killed her, and the gears of The Boys had started turning from that moment on.
Butcher would find Hughie, Frenchie and Kimiko would join one after another, and they would start investigating Compound V and hunting down superpowered individuals like Translucent.
While he was thinking this, a seagull suddenly appeared in front of the window, looking at the person who had suddenly appeared in the house with its beady, green-bean-like eyes.
Chen Mo’s heart skipped a beat.
He closed his eyes, focused his attention, and tried hard to control his Psychic Power to reach out toward the seagull.
He wanted to test if “seeing” Translucent last night wasn’t an accident.
He imagined his consciousness as an invisible hand, slowly and cautiously reaching out toward the window.
The first step was difficult.
It wasn’t something you could achieve just by “using force.” It was more like groping for a door in the dark; you found the doorknob, but you didn’t know what was behind the door, nor did you know if it opened inward or outward.
You could only gently and tentatively give it a push.
He touched it.
Chen Mo’s breathing paused for a moment.
He could feel it, that seagull.
The seagull’s consciousness appeared in his mind as a small, faint ball of light.
Inside it, there was no language, no images, no logic; there were only the most basic things: hunger, curiosity, vigilance.
Chen Mo tried to give an order to this seagull using the same method he used to command marine life.
“Come here, come to my side.” Chen Mo recited this sentence in his heart, imagining it as a beam of conscious light, pushing it toward that faint ball of seagull light.
One second.
Two seconds.
The seagull tilted its head.
Chen Mo’s face was reflected in its beady eyes.
Then it spread its wings, flapped them twice, jumped down from the windowsill, and landed on the indoor floor.
Its claws scraped against the wooden floorboards, making a faint, crisp sound like fingernails scratching over rough paper.
After it stood still, it tilted its head and looked at Chen Mo with its other eye.
The distance changed from three meters to one meter.
Chen Mo’s heart thumped hard.
He had done it.
He was certain that the original The Deep absolutely did not have this ability to command a bird; this ability must have been brought with him when he transmigrated.
Chen Mo gave another command.
This time, he was no longer cautious, but concentrated his consciousness more intensely, aiming that “desire” at the seagull’s small ball of light like a sniper.
“Walk to the left.” The seagull took two steps to the left.
“Walk to the right.” The seagull took two steps to the right.
Chen Mo’s breathing began to quicken.
Not because he was tired, but because of excitement.
An excitement surged from the deepest part of his chest, almost spilling out of his throat.
He suppressed it and didn’t laugh out loud, but the corners of his mouth were already curling upward uncontrollably.
He pointed at his shoulder with his finger.
“Come up, baby.” The seagull hopped, spread its wings, flapped them twice, creating a small gust of air, and then landed on Chen Mo’s shoulder.
Chen Mo turned his head to look at it.
The seagull also turned its head to look at him.
Man and bird stared at each other for about three seconds, then the seagull lowered its head and began to preen the feathers under its wing with its beak, completely ignoring everything that had just happened.
As if being summoned from outside the window by a superpowered individual using Telekinesis, commanded to walk two laps on the floor, and then fly onto a shoulder, was the most normal thing in the world.
Chen Mo reached out a finger and poked the seagull’s belly.
The seagull let out a sound, a short “caw,” but didn’t dodge.
“You’ll live here from now on,” Chen Mo said.
“Help me watch the house.” The seagull tilted its head.
It was unclear if it understood.
After teasing the seagull for a while, Chen Mo continued to test his Psychic Power.
He imagined his Psychic Power as a hammer and smashed it into the table nearby.
“Bang!” The weathered solid wood table nearby was smashed to pieces in an instant.
Seeing this power, Chen Mo’s mouth fell open.
The seagull on his shoulder was also startled; it spread its wings violently and flew outside.
“Caw, caw!” Watching the seagull fly away, Chen Mo subconsciously reached out his hand—not his actual hand, but his hand of consciousness.
He instantly switched his Psychic Power from the shape of a “hammer” to a “hand,” spread five fingers, and grabbed toward the direction of the seagull.
The seagull had already flown out of the window, wings spread, its gray feathers almost melting into the blue sky in the afternoon light.
It was very fast, so fast that a normal person’s reaction wouldn’t have time to do anything, but Chen Mo’s consciousness was faster than sound.
The moment the thought arose, that “hand” had already reached out.
“Caw, caw, caw, caw!” The seagull’s cry became sharp and urgent, clearly carrying a sound of panic.
The frequency of its wing flapping also changed, from smooth gliding to rapid fluttering, as if its feet were entangled by something and it couldn’t move away from the spot.
Chen Mo’s conscious hand was still wrapping around it.
He felt that with a single thought, he could crush this creature to death—the kind of thing that was easier than crushing an ant.
After letting go of the poor seagull and allowing it to fly into the distance, Chen Mo looked at the sea in the distance, ready to test his limits.
He tried hard to squeeze that thing that stored his Psychic Power like a bladder, forcing it to squeeze out a little more.
His Psychic Power turned into a giant hammer again and swung heavily toward the land outside the villa.
“Boom.” The floor under his feet shook once.
“Boom.” Another time.
“Boom.” The third time.
Every time Chen Mo swung it, a crater more than a meter wide appeared on the ground.
Three consecutive hammer blows left three craters lined up on the land outside the villa, like three footprints left by some kind of giant beast.
The rock layer at the bottom of the craters was smashed with cracks.
The cracks extended from the bottom of the craters to the surrounding area, deep into the soil layer that hadn’t been hit, like an invisible net.
This power was not small at all, and he could feel that he hadn’t fully exerted all his strength yet.
He suddenly thought of something.
He controlled his Psychic Power to pick up a piece of wood from the ground and threw it straight up.
The wood fell vertically toward the top of his head.
When it was about to reach his head, it seemed to hit something in advance and bounced off, falling to the ground.
Chen Mo grinned; he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Hahaha, hahaha, what Homelander, what Vought, what this f***ing world, all of you go to hell, f*** you!” The last few words were squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a pleasure of having been suppressed for too long and finally being released.
Telekinesis, telekinetic shield, Psychic Power turning into a giant hammer, mind control—how could Chen Mo, who spent an average of 5 hours a day intensely scrolling through TikTok, not know what the superpower he brought with him from his transmigration was?
Telekinesis.
It wasn’t the trash ability of “talking to fish” like The Deep, but a true, limitlessly high-ceilinged Telekinesis.
Telekinesis is just the most basic application; a telekinetic shield is for defense, a Psychic Power giant hammer is for attack, and mind control is a higher-level conscious confrontation.
He had previously watched videos on TikTok that ranked the “most powerful superpowers.” Telekinesis was always in the top three, on par with time-stop and causality manipulation.
It wasn’t because of how strong it was in itself—the ability of Telekinesis does have a high ceiling in terms of combat power—but the real reason Telekinesis ranked in the top three was its growth potential.
Other superpowers are fixed; how much you can lift when you are born is probably how much you can lift when you die.
Telekinesis is not.
Telekinesis can be trained, can grow, can evolve from moving coins to moving cars, from moving cars to moving buildings, from moving buildings to moving aircraft carriers.
There is no limit.
Even Optical Invisibility, high-altitude flight, and life modification, etc.—Telekinesis can do all of these.
With Telekinesis, Homelander can just stand aside, okay?
He’s basically a piece of trash.
On the second day, the fourteenth hour of his transmigration into The Boys world, Chen Mo finally had a foundation to settle down.
Telekinesis meant he wouldn’t fear any superhero, and in the late stages, he could even crush all the superheroes.
The only thing now is that he needs to release all of his stored Psychic Power.
No more squeezing it out like he was doing every time.
No more trickling, he wanted it to be overwhelming like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning.
He wanted it to be surging, to be exhilarating.
Compound V might be able to help him, Chen Mo thought silently to himself.
He must get it.
Compound V.