Blurb
In fact, upon reflection, my time at the Academy was the happiest period of my life.
Yes, there were those who wanted to train me, others who sought to use me, some who tried to recruit me, and some who wanted to kill me. And then there were a few who loved me.
Ah, the world was once so simple, so full of hope.
Here, I grew into the person I needed to become, accepting the role I had to play.
Now, the story ahead may get a little bumpy…
As an unexpected arrival at the Academy and destined to become the most powerful psychic in history, how did Richter, the Grey Wolf, survive amidst countless scheming eyes and seize control of his fate?
All heroes must grow…
Flashback: Memories surged, fleeting and ephemeral.
In a vast void, it was just the two of us—only us, floating on the tranquil waters.
"...Do you understand now?" I asked, trying to speak before the exhaustion could catch up to me, while continuing to compress and seal the chosen memories.
"No," Luther replied, dejected. "I still don't get it."
"Look carefully," I said, forcing myself to be patient and using an encouraging tone. "I can't repeat this again."
Luther didn't respond, but I didn't have the luxury of waiting for him to gather his thoughts. Time was running out, and there was still so much to handle.
Following the rhythm of the pulsating waves within the space, I began constructing new directives. The world shattered entirely, then reassembled, guided solely by my will.
Just before completion, the warm, damp sensation on my chest distracted me—it was blood, soaking into the fur on my torso. Forcing myself to ignore it, I pushed on, but reality was relentless, eroding this space that belonged to us alone. Soon, I would lack the strength to continue denying death.
But until then, I am my own master!
"It's time to continue," I said, steadying my mind and refocusing.
Feeling Luther lightly squeeze my hand in response, I expanded my consciousness, encompassing the boundless universe within my domain.
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