How could he possibly use electricity to wake a sleeping Zenith?
Perhaps having received the orders issued by Colonel Chris, Winslow noticed that there were not many military Zeniths present today. There was one inside the room and three others waiting in line outside.
Was Chris truly determined not to let him overexert himself with too many sessions? Winslow felt a bit helpless. However, he said nothing and quickly entered his professional state as a Mental Regulator.
“Please follow me inside,” Winslow said simply, leading the first military Zenith into the pure white mental regulation room.
The Zenith was internally ecstatic. He had defeated many competitors to earn the honor of being the Lord Male’s very first patient. To see such a beautiful Male from such a close distance made him feel as if he might faint from happiness. He had never been alone in a sealed room with a Male before, let alone being about to receive mental regulation. The mere thought made him bubble with joy, feeling as if he had returned to his days as a protected Zenith egg.
While the Zenith behind him was immersed in happy fantasies, Winslow looked at the decor of the room and felt a sense of speechlessness. There were restraint straps, an electric shock chair, and even small leather whips hanging on the wall.
Is this room truly professional?
Winslow closed his eyes tightly, deciding to pretend he did not see the various whips. In truth, Winslow did not know that there was a button on that wall. Once pressed, the room’s true, unprofessional nature would be revealed.
The Males of the Zenith race were often like this. Mental regulation was considered an intimate act because most Males only performed it for Zeniths they liked. Since physical needs often arose during the process, many mental regulation rooms in the Federation were equipped with alternative functions.
Unaware, Winslow’s expression remained unchanged. He calmly and naturally directed the Zenith to go to the electric chair and strap himself in.
The Zenith felt perfectly fine about the presence of the chair, straps, and chains. This was how a Male’s mental regulation was supposed to be. First, they had to ensure the safety of the Lord Male. Second, they had to satisfy the Lord’s needs. He wondered if this beautiful Male with long silver-white hair would have any requirements. If so, he was more than happy to oblige, even if it involved the props.
However, the Zenith was overthinking. Winslow had no such intentions. In fact, he had no idea such needs existed during regulation. Seeing that the Zenith had securely tied himself up, Winslow took a deep breath and sat in the soft chair positioned in front of the electric chair.
In the blink of an eye, a small white snake with red eyes appeared in the room, though the Zenith could not see it. In the White Tower, a Guide’s Quantum Beast could only be seen by other Guides or Sentinels with high compatibility. Otherwise, the Guide would have to manually manipulate their mental power to make it visible to others.
Winslow did not do this. He was clearly an outlier among the Zeniths, so he would not display any abnormalities that might put him in danger.
The little white snake was already skilled after having eaten the black mist in a previous Zenith’s mental sea. It lazily circled its master once and then, without needing an instruction, darted into the Zenith’s mental sea.
Winslow closed his eyes and released his own mental power. Tiny points of light, invisible to the naked eye, emerged around him, eventually forming a silver-white halo that merged into the Zenith’s mental sea. The Zenith himself had fallen into a deep sleep the moment the little white snake entered his mind.
This Zenith’s mental state was much better than Yilaire’s. The black mist in the mental sea was quickly absorbed by the white snake and converted into mental energy. However, because the pollution level was low, there was not much mist, and the resulting energy was meager.
It seems I should focus on regulating Zeniths who have already suffered a total mental sea collapse in the future, Winslow thought.
He did not realize how terrifying such a thought would be to others. What seemed like a casual meal to him would shock the entire Zenith race. Almost no one would approach a Zenith whose mental sea had already collapsed, let alone attempt to regulate them.
Winslow expertly manipulated his mental power. He pulled weeds in the garden and straightened a broken swing. Indeed, this Zenith’s mental sea resembled a backyard garden. Looking at the straightened swing, Winslow reflected for a moment. He used his mental power to paint the dilapidated swing and replace the worn-out rope. Excellent; the job was done.
Looking at the garden that had regained its vitality and the brand-new swing, Winslow felt satisfied. Just as he was about to withdraw, his mental avatar seemed to trip over something. Winslow looked down in confusion. It was a dirty rag doll.
He did not feel disgusted. He naturally picked up the doll. This doll should also be a part of the mental sea, correct?
Winslow thought for a moment. He condensed his mental power into a stream of water to wash the dirty doll. Soon, the doll revealed its original appearance. It was a little Zenith doll wearing overalls. However, the overalls were somewhat torn.
Should I mend it?
Winslow was conflicted. He was not good at manual labor. What should he do? A flash of distress crossed his eyes. As an aesthetic perfectionist, Winslow could not bear to leave a broken doll in a rejuvenated garden.
At that moment, his peripheral vision caught the little white snake. It had finished absorbing the mist but had not left, instead wandering around the garden. With a single thought, Winslow used a mental power tentacle to pull the snake over.
The white snake had been happily exploring and was very confused. It tilted its head, its red eyes looking at its captor with bewilderment.
Winslow felt no guilt. He naturally handed over the rag doll and signaled the snake to fix it. The snake realized its master’s intent and shrank back, pretending it could not see.
Winslow always knew how to deal with his Spirit Animal. He pretended to give up, withdrawing the mental tentacle. Then, he used his mental power to create various delicacies. These were the same Zenith foods Chris had delivered over the past two days.
As expected, the snake’s eyes widened. It stared intently at the conjured food. Seeing this, Winslow knew he had succeeded. He let out a sigh of regret, and with a soft sound, the food vanished.
Feeling the threat from its host, the snake straightened up instantly. It flew forward, circled the doll a few times, and quickly mended the doll’s clothes.
As expected, my Spirit Animal knows how to sew, Winslow thought blandly, feeling no remorse for threatening his own mental manifestation. His little white snake used to play with Lu Yu often. Lu Yu loved sewing beautiful little outfits for the snake. Although Spirit Animals did not need clothes, over time, the clever snake had learned how to sew.
With the doll repaired, the entire mental sea became exceptionally stable. Winslow withdrew successfully.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes opened to reveal pale greenish pupils, which softened his gentle aura with a hint of aloofness. The entire regulation had been very fast, taking only ten minutes. However, Winslow was still dissatisfied with the speed. He felt he could go faster.
But now was not the time to worry about the clock. Winslow looked at the Zenith in a deep sleep and felt a bit lost. How am I supposed to get this one out and bring in the next?
Thinking of the others waiting outside, he decided to let the next Zenith take him away. He opened the door and invited the second Zenith in.
The incoming Zenith was confused. The first one had not come out, and it had only been ten minutes. Why was the Lord Male calling him in?
Wait! Could it be that the first Zenith’s mental sea went into a riot, or he became too dependent on the Lord, causing trouble so the regulation could not continue?
The more the second Zenith thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Winslow watched as this Zenith went from confused to furious. The Zenith angrily pushed open the inner door of the regulation room and then froze on the spot.
Winslow wondered what was wrong.
The second Zenith saw immediately that the first one had fallen into a deep sleep because the regulation was too comfortable. He suddenly remembered the rumor about Colonel Yilaire falling into a deep sleep after his first session. It was not a rumor; it was true.
The Zenith was internally weeping with regret. Why was I so impulsive? Will the Lord Male think I have violent tendencies?
Winslow did not realize how much drama was happening in the Zenith’s head. He said politely, “He accidentally fell asleep. Could you please move him out? Otherwise, it is inconvenient to proceed with the next session.” Winslow did not want a room full of sleeping Zeniths by the end of his two-hour shift.
“Oh! Yes! No problem!” The Zenith snapped out of it, eager to prove himself. He stepped forward, looked at his comrade, and forcefully pressed the electric shock button on the side of the chair.
Winslow watched as the Zenith in the middle of a beautiful dream was suddenly jolted awake by electricity. As the first Zenith stood up shakily, Winslow could even see small currents of electricity dancing over his body. He closed his eyes in pity. How could they do that?
The second Zenith sat down on the electric chair and strapped himself in as if nothing had happened, ignoring his jolted comrade. “Alright, Lord Winslow. Let us begin the mental regulation.”