Chapter 321: S:Glorious Great Event (I)

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Chapter 321: S:Glorious Great Event (I) After Charles hung up the phone, he closed his eyes and focused his attention. In a moment, his brain waves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than light. In Charles' vision, in a vast expanse of white space, countless voices were echoing, gradually taking shape into one person after another. More and more figures landed, and Charles gazed at it all in mid-air. Then, the space of consciousness began to expand, and more people appeared in the white world. Charles deliberately controlled the area to expand in a certain direction, thinking he would find a person named Schiller Rodriguez among the countless figures on the ground as he had done before when reading others' memories. However, when Charles' brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, a towering skyscraper appeared in his view in the boundless and empty world of consciousness. Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world. When Charles activated his powers, he discovered that underneath the physical and real world, there was another layer of a world belonging only to consciousness and thought, which was the white space he now saw. In this space, the thoughts of all intelligent life were like grains of sand, and Charles was like a child running on the beach, flipping out shells from the sand. Whenever he wanted to use his telepathic ability to read someone's thoughts, that person would become a shell on the beach. He needed to scan their consciousness to find their thoughts and connect with them to achieve the so-called "mind reading." But now, Charles gazed at the magnificent tower in front of him, feeling like it was a beached whale on the sand. It was not only much larger than the usual sand and shells, but also more vibrant, with a fascinating vitality. Charles manifested his own figure in the consciousness space, then walked towards the high tower. When he arrived at the door of the tower, he found that everything was more real and shocking than he had seen from afar. It was a gray tower with brick walls that had a Roman architectural style and some Eastern patterns. The arched doorway was like an abyss giant mouth, and each texture on it was clear. Charles walked over and knocked on the door. With a creak, the heavy door opened a crack. As expected, behind the door stood a doctor in a white coat holding a medical record book. He smiled and said, "Hello, Professor Charles, I am Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez." "Hello, Rodriguez Professor." Charles glanced at the door frame, which was carved with many intricate patterns, many of which he didn't recognize. He exclaimed, "I didn't expect us to meet like this. It really surprised me..." "Please come in, Professor Charles. Let's talk inside." Schiller pushed the door open a bit, and Charles walked in. Just after entering, he found himself in a dimly lit corridor with wall lamps hanging on the walls, casting light and shadow, making it look mysterious and hazy. After walking for about ten meters, the front suddenly opened up, and a circular fountain plaza appeared in front of Charles. But what was more attractive was the layers of floors above his head... Then Schiller pointed to a button on the wall with his finger and said, "This is a call button. If you press it, I will come to you for consultation." "I set this up because I'm usually busy and may not sense when you come. So as long as you ring the bell, I'll show up." At this point, Charles was no longer in a hurry. He walked into the room and sat on the sofa. But obviously, he was not used to the sci-fi style hard sofa. He looked around, and Schiller saw his expression and snapped his fingers. In a moment, all the decorations in the room disappeared, and it was transformed into another style. The white walls turned into warm-colored wall panels and wallpaper, a soft large sofa fell down, a warm carpet was laid on the floor, the projector on the wall turned into a fireplace, and there was a liquor cabinet next to it. The English Manor-style decoration made Charles feel more comfortable. He said, "Sorry, I'm a bit old-fashioned. That new style is a bit..." "I'm the same way. I just didn't know what style you liked. I thought mutants would prefer that kind of tech style." "Maybe the children in my school do. If they come to this room, they will definitely scream with excitement. But I still think that a simpler style is more reassuring." Schiller took a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet and sat down on the sofa, placing two cups in front of them and pouring a drink for Charles and himself. Charles picked up the glass and looked at the clear liquid inside. He asked Schiller, "You must also be a psychic, right? Are you a mutant?" "I'm just an ordinary person, Professor Charles." Charles shook his head, clearly expressing his disbelief in Schiller's attitude. But Schiller said, "Professor, I think you must have a deep understanding of psychology. Have you heard of the 'Temple of Thought' theory?" "Temple of Thought? Are you referring to the Thinking Palace Memory Method? I have heard of it, but my research direction has nothing to do with it. Are you saying that this is caused by the Thinking Palace Memory Method?" Charles looked around the room, and everything here was a bit too realistic. "That's true, but I don't want to deceive you. I acknowledge that it's only a theoretical concept and not enough to create such a realistic mental world. I do have some special abilities related to the mind, but compared to your mind abilities, they are really not worth mentioning." [Read /shanefreak, without ads and support the work.]

Chapter 321: S:Glorious Great Event (I)

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