Chapter 159
Zarek’s gaze suddenly shifted to the screen, his piercing blue pupils seeming to stare straight through it—into the woman’s very soul.
He raised his hand and pointed.
Instantly, the screen went black. The signal was lost.
The hummingbird had been killed by Zarek.
The long, green-haired woman tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne, deep in thought. After a brief pause, she clapped her hands once.
Footsteps echoed from beyond the chamber.
One by one, figures entered, stepping onto the floor with calm precision and stern eyes.
“Go test his strength,” she commanded. “I want to see if he truly grows stronger the more he fights.”
When they first encountered him, he had shown the power of a Level Four Telekinetic. Then, after a short while, he suddenly exhibited the strength of Level Five.
At first, they considered the possibility that Zarek had simply hidden his strength. But upon closer inspection, it was clear he was already at Level Five.
However…
“A Level Five Telekinetic couldn’t even dream of standing against a Level Nine. His telekinesis has at least reached Level Six and with the densest frequency we’ve ever recorded.”
She watched silently as the Wardens departed, their mission clear: confront and eliminate Zarek.
“If he truly grows stronger with every battle, he’ll become a terrifying threat to our Empire. No… we must turn him into an ally. But we don’t know his nature, would he even accept such an offer?”
Her long green hair swayed gently as she stood, retrieved a piece of parchment, and began writing with a pen.
Once she finished writing, she folded the paper and handed it to a hamster spinning in circles inside a small cage.
The hamster took the note, bowed respectfully, then exited the prison chamber. At the doorway, it turned and gave her one final salute before disappearing down the corridor.
“Hmph. I have to rely on a hamster because all other forms of communication are disrupted here,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead as she closed her eyes.
“You may have destroyed the hummingbird, but you cannot escape my telekinesis, brat.”
Her telekinetic power surged from her body and slipped silently out of the room, weaving through the air alongside the marching soldiers.
“As a Telekinesis Master, there is no limit to the distance my power can reach.”
***
In the mine, the heavy thuds of pickaxes striking the walls echoed endlessly, their force so great it made the very ground tremble.
Everyone was mining with relentless effort.
No one paused, not even for a breath.
Zarek was among them, driving his pickaxe into the rock with mechanical intensity. He had already extracted over a hundred ores.
The sheer speed and force of his work caused violent vibrations that broke his body several times.
But each time, he recovered, stronger than before. His resilience grew with every shock, his body hardening with each cycle of destruction and regeneration.
His goal was clear: to adapt his body to such an extreme that it would one day become invincible.
That would be the ideal outcome.
“The only problem is my telekinesis,” Zarek muttered to himself. “To make it stronger, I’ll have to face increasingly powerful opponents so it can adapt.”
His Adapt skill might seem invincible on the surface, but it had a glaring weakness, if there were no stronger foes to push him beyond his limits, or if he were crushed outright, the skill would stagnate.
He needed to find an optimal solution.
“For once, I want to break the restriction that stops my telekinesis from leveling up.”
This was the first major obstacle in his path.
If he wished to attain true invincibility, he had to overcome this limitation, no matter what it took.
Zarek’s thoughts inevitably drifted to Drayken, the one who possessed a Telekinesis Serum.
Although Drayken himself might not be able to consume it or gain any benefit, Zarek believed it could be perfect for him.
Even if something went wrong… he could simply adapt.
As he pondered this, a group of prisoners approached, carrying glowing Liutinium in their hands.
“Master, this is all the Liutinium we managed to retrieve from the storage,” one of them said.
Zarek turned toward them, his eyes falling on the gem-like crystals. There were thousands, each one gleaming with latent energy.
He gave a small nod of approval. “Not bad.”
Then, without hesitation, he gathered the Liutinium he had mined along with what the prisoners had brought, placing it all into a massive bag.
By weight, it was at least four hundred kilograms.
Even Zarek couldn’t help but take a heavy breath under the sheer weight of the bag.
Step by step, he moved forward, each footfall causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The prisoners followed behind, silent and orderly, as they made their way to a chamber adjacent to the mine.
The moment they entered, an oppressive heat greeted them. Sweat poured down their bodies instantly in the sweltering air.
Zarek dropped the heavy bag of Liutinium onto the ground with a thud and addressed the prisoners already working inside.
“Smelt all of this.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the white-haired prisoner, the same one who had previously informed him about the mutant Telekinetic User.
Without hesitation, he and the others got to work.
The Liutinium was quickly loaded into the smelting furnaces, and as it melted into magma, the molten liquid shimmered with an eerie green hue.
The molten Liutinium was carefully poured into a reinforced container, one built to withstand extreme heat.
The white-haired prisoner turned to Zarek and asked:
“How would you like your weapon to be, Master Zarek?”
“A hammer,” Zarek replied without hesitation. Then, after a brief pause, he added,
“A giant one.”
The white-haired prisoner blinked in surprise. “A giant hammer?”
Zarek nodded with his voice firm:
“That’s right. A giant hammer.”
***
The wardens all travelled in a row with great discipline, resembling the military, as they advanced where Zarek was.
The place of the control room and where the mining was, was actually quite far away, and since they went at a steady pace, the time taken was even longer.
However, they didn’t have any worry in their hearts because to go outside, they would have to take this path in the end.
By the time they were about to reach the mining area, a long golden-haired youth with a hammer in his hand stood in their way, smiling gracefully at them.