Chapter 7

Thank you, Prince Dan, for your generous tip.

To respond to *Sad*’s ten recommendation tickets, I will definitely update twice today.

I originally planned to release a new book, updating once a day for the first month, taking a break, and saving a few chapters in reserve for emergencies. I would guarantee two updates a day from the next month, so everyone doesn’t need to worry. I will continue to update once a day this month, and from next month, I will restore the standard two updates a day. Of course, if there’s a burst... cough, cough...

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Wang Peng watched as Claire rushed into the fire, rescuing an injured person from a carriage. After saving the person, she ran away when the firefighters weren’t paying attention, embodying the spirit of Lei Feng, who does good deeds without seeking recognition.

However, Wang Peng was very certain and clear that when Claire rescued the injured person, her body was burning with flames, almost half of her body was burned, including her arms and thighs. A normal person would likely roll on the ground and scream in agony from such burns, but Claire acted as if nothing had happened, getting up and running away with swift steps.

Claire’s actions were not noticeable in the spectacular fire scene. Apart from the two firefighters, only Wang Peng, who was staring at Claire, and a young man holding a DV camera, who seemed to be Claire’s friend, noticed her actions. The other onlookers and firefighters did not notice Claire.

“Gone.” Wang Peng watched as Claire ran away from the fire scene, turned to look at the young man holding the DV camera, but found that he had already left.

Wang Peng looked around, watched for a while, then pushed his bicycle away from the fire scene, went to the store to buy some vegetables and meat, and rode his bicycle back home.

After returning home, Wang Peng casually took off his outer clothes and placed the ingredients for dinner aside. It was still early, and it wasn’t dark yet. Eating dinner now would be a bit too early.

Wang Peng casually poured himself a cup of coffee, walked to the rocking chair by the window, gently placed the coffee on the small table next to the chair, and then sat down in the rocking chair. He opened the eyeglass case on the small table, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, put them on, closed the case, and put it back. As he reached back, he picked up a thick book from the small table.

If you look closely at the book, you will find that it was the one given to Wang Peng by the Indian uncle, who is now a taxi driver in New York but is actually a genetics Ph.D. from India.

Wang Peng had roughly flipped through the book on the plane to Texas. The book mainly dealt with gene-related topics.

The Indian uncle had written all his ideas and theories in this book, discussing the evolution of human genes and the potential emergence of special abilities, or superpowers. The book analyzed various superpowers using technical terms. If someone unfamiliar with the subject read the content, they would likely think it was written by a severe, incurable middle-school syndrome patient.

However, Wang Peng did not think it was written by someone with middle-school syndrome. Every line in the book was supported by very professional scientific arguments and conceptual designs, making it a very rigorous book.

Each time Wang Peng read the book, he was impressed by the Indian uncle’s knowledge. Since starting school, Wang Peng would read the book carefully from cover to cover whenever he had free time after school. However, the book was as thick as a Xinhua Dictionary, with large pages. Wang Peng had only read a few dozen pages after several days.

However, Wang Peng was not in a hurry to finish the book. He enjoyed reading it slowly, sitting in the rocking chair, enjoying the sunlight, sipping coffee, and reading the book at a leisurely pace. After all, he came to high school to enjoy life.

But today, when Wang Peng picked up the book, he did not start from the page with the bookmark. Instead, he opened the first two pages to the table of contents and carefully read the content.

As Wang Peng’s finger traced the items in the table of contents, his eyes lit up when he saw "Tissue Regeneration." He immediately flipped to the page on tissue regeneration and read it carefully. The Indian uncle had written a lot about tissue regeneration, spanning several pages, which he could not finish reading in a short time.

"Hmm!?" Just as Wang Peng was reading the content, he suddenly paused because the light suddenly darkened.

It was afternoon, and the sunlight was not as intense as at noon, but it was not yet dusk. The light should not have been so dark, as if it were already night.

Wang Peng looked up in confusion, following the window to the sky, and saw a black half-circle slowly eroding the sun’s light. This was a rare solar eclipse.

"Oh, right, I think the news did report about a solar eclipse recently." Wang Peng muttered, looking at the solar eclipse in the sky.

Although a solar eclipse is a rare sight, one that a person might only see once in a lifetime, Wang Peng was not interested in astronomy and had not planned to watch the eclipse, so he had not paid much attention to the news. He did not expect the eclipse to be today and to witness it by chance.

The rare solar eclipse made the sunlight weaker. Wang Peng stopped reading and looked up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and watched the moon slowly and gradually cover the sun.

It seemed very slow, but the moon’s speed was actually very fast. Soon, the moon completely covered the sun, leaving only a black sun in the sky, with a faint glow around its edges.

Wang Peng, looking at the black sun in the sky, was completely stunned, his eyes wide open, pupils constricted.

Suddenly, a strange feeling surged within Wang Peng. It was as if the black sun in the sky was a key that unlocked something suppressed and stored within him, causing a volcanic eruption.

'Boom!' A loud noise echoed in Wang Peng’s brain. He turned his head and closed his eyes, losing consciousness. As he fainted, his hands became weak, and the book in his hand fell to the floor with a 'thud.'

Wang Peng’s sudden fainting did not attract anyone’s attention or affect anything.

The solar eclipse in the sky continued to change, the moon slowly moving away from the sun, and the sunlight gradually returning to the earth, making people once again feel the warmth of the sun.

After the solar eclipse passed, Wang Peng, who had fainted, suddenly moved his fingers.

"Ouch~ My head hurts." Wang Peng slowly regained consciousness, opened his eyes, held the armrest of the rocking chair, leaned back, and sat up, holding his forehead and frowning.

As Wang Peng woke up, the headache quickly disappeared, and his frown gradually relaxed. He then bent down to pick up the book that had fallen to the floor and placed it on the small table.

Wang Peng rubbed his temples with his left hand to relieve the residual pain, while his right hand opened, and the coffee on the small table floated up and landed in his right hand.

"Hmm? It’s cold?" Wang Peng took a sip of the coffee, frowned, and found that the coffee, which should have been hot, was now cold. Despite this, he took a large sip of the slightly bitter, cold coffee.

"I didn’t expect to faint for so long; it’s already this time." Wang Peng put the coffee back on the small table, looked at the time on his wristwatch, and found it was already evening. He had been unconscious for three or four hours.

"Hmm~" Wang Peng stood up from the rocking chair, stretched, looked at the sun, which was mostly setting behind the mountains and the dark red sky, and walked to the kitchen. It was time to make dinner.

Wang Peng pulled a chair into the kitchen, sat down, and turned on the TV with the remote control, propping his chin on his hand and watching the content on the TV.

On the kitchen counter, the paper bag containing the vegetables and meat suddenly opened, and various vegetables and fruits flew out. Not only that, but the kitchen cabinets also opened automatically, and pots, pans, and utensils flew out. The knife hanging on the wall also flew up.

'Splash~' The faucet turned on automatically, and the vegetables and fruits flew under the water, cleaning themselves. They then dispersed, and the meat flew to the cutting board, where the flying knife cut it into pieces. The potatoes were peeled, and the vegetables were processed in an orderly manner.

Of course, all of this was done by Wang Peng, thanks to his telekinetic ability.

After discovering his telekinetic ability, Wang Peng began to train it. At first, he could only control a pen with great effort, and even then, very crudely. He couldn’t even write his name on paper; it was a mess.

Since then, Wang Peng had consciously trained his ability, and after about two months, he had become very proficient. He could control the number of objects, their precision, and the force with great skill.

"Ah~ This telekinesis... It should be nearing its end, about to disappear. It’s a pity, but it’s not really my ability." Wang Peng watched TV while using his telekinesis to control the pots, pans, vegetables, and meat to prepare dinner. After a while, he looked at his palm and muttered.

Wang Peng had always thought his ability was telekinesis and the ability to sense other people with abilities around him.

However, after fainting, Wang Peng truly understood what his ability was. His 'true ability' was something else, and this telekinetic power was just a passing phenomenon. Wang Peng could now clearly feel the time when this telekinetic power would leave him.

Each time Wang Peng fainted, it was as if the seal on his memory of his true ability was gradually lifted. With each faint, he slowly sensed and explored his ability, but it was always vague and not fully understood.

But during the solar eclipse, the sudden fainting broke the final barrier, allowing Wang Peng to recognize his true ability.