My Descendants Are My Power

Ethan's lips twitched as he removed his teacher from the blacklist on his old-school flip phone. Just as he dialed, Ethan frowned and pulled the phone away a bit, feeling like his teacher's spit was about to spray out through the speaker.

"Have you lost your mind, Ethan? With your talents, why aren't you in school? Skipping classes? Your family's gone AWOL, and you don't think to maybe step up your game? You're a genius, man!"

"And what about the match the other day? Why was the other genius kidnapped to a spaceship and only returned two months later?"

"Little punk, I told you to just move a finger and defeat him, and then you could have been California's top genius, maybe even get trained by the federal army. Do you realize what a huge opportunity you wasted?"

"Are you traumatized and don't want to see people? Can't you just listen to me? Everyone faces setbacks in life..."

"And that John, the gatekeeper, what's his deal? You told him to wait, didn't you, to keep me from coming in? Wait till I become the campus secretary, I'll bring a thousand teachers to sort him out!"

Ethan scratched his head, listening intently. His teacher, Joshua, was generally good to every student, otherwise Ethan wouldn't have bothered helping him out.

When a panting sound came through the phone, followed by a pause, Ethan coughed, "Teacher, I've really been busy with important stuff lately, but I've also been kinda scared to answer your calls, thought you might have cooled down."

"I can't fucking cool down."

There was a slight delay in Joshua's voice, "Busy with what?"

"Starting from scratch."

Ethan grinned, "You've adjusted now, right? Has the principal been arrested? Have you been nominated as the interim principal?"

"Huh? You did that too?" Joshua was stunned, then he relaxed, "A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. You Blackwoods still have some clout. I mean, right after that genius was kidnapped during the match, the next day the principal was taken away for investigation by the officials, and they uncovered years of corruption. The next day, I was nominated as the interim principal."

"Teacher, now that you're the interim principal, could you help me sneak out some of those alien species from the school lab when you have time?"

As Ethan finished speaking, Joshua was silent for a long time before responding, "Have you been brainwashed by a terrorist organization? That stuff is too dangerous."

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"Ah, alright, alright, I'll come see you."

Ethan hung up the phone. He and his teacher had a pretty good relationship, and Joshua was the first to recognize his talent.

Ethan quickly stepped out of the room, and there was Granny Quinn, squatting by the door. As soon as she saw Ethan, she sprang to her feet, her eyes sharpening. But just as she was about to speak, her expression changed.

That day, she had wanted to embezzle a piece of top-notch advanced psychic gear, which Ethan had taken out from his Storage Ring.

"Granny Quinn, how about we go out for some morning tea early in the morning?" Ethan said as soon as he finished speaking.

The peak aura of Developing Skill burst forth from him, hands clasped behind his back, he leaped onto the floating psychic spear of Tianji Town and headed out of the villa area.

As Ethan's aura emerged, the Developing Skill aura spread throughout the entire villa area.

All those still cultivating psychic powers in the villa area suddenly opened their eyes within the Psychic Sanctuary, staring blankly at the sky in the direction Ethan was leaving, all with complex expressions.

The gatekeeper, Mr. John, was eating a steamed bun, and the bun he had just bitten into fell from his mouth.

"Goodness, this talent is even fiercer than the first Commander back in the day, and he's one who likes to play dumb and eat tigers," he muttered.

In the meantime, he felt the old psychic lady wanted to chase after him. His eyes sharpened, and he instantly disappeared from the spot, appearing in front of the old psychic lady.

At the front of Psychic Gear number one.

The old psychic lady stood alone, with gatekeeper Mr. John leading, plus about thirty others dressed in pajamas, dirty all over, or still eating instant noodles, surrounding Granny Quinn in a circle.

"Old psychic lady, have you gone mad crafting psychic gear? In our territory, even those who control the Twin Fish Harmony Seal aren't someone you can mess with?"

"Hey, neighbors, let it go, old psychic lady. It's hard enough to make it to number twelve, you know how many people want to live in your Psychic Sanctuary."

"If it weren't for you breaking into the Mech Clan alone four hundred years ago, I'd slap you right now and clear out your number twelve Psychic Sanctuary. Don't force me to really disrespect you!"

Looking at these neighbors, some of whom she had known for many years.

The old psychic lady squinted her eyes, scoffing with a sneer, "For so many years you were suppressed by that person from Blackwood, your servility unchanged. Now the Blackwood folks are gone, how long do you still want to be oppressed by their younger generation?!!"

"Just with you guys trying to stop me? A bunch of sycophantic villains!"

At the front door.

Lisa, through the peephole, watched everything outside. She finally relaxed the delicate hand that had been on the doorknob, and returned to the living room to close her eyes.

Leaving the Psychic Sanctuary, Ethan didn't bother with the affairs of Psychic Gear. From his childhood, he had been protected by these uncles and aunts, and everyone who met him was curious to see how far he'd grow.

In the villa area, from house number 1 to 108, the higher the number, the greater the influence.

Ethan, under his family's protection, could live in house number one, and he had always been guessing about his own identity, trying multiple times to figure it out but never succeeding.

Everyone said he should just let things slide and not try too hard.

Initially, he thought it was because of Blackwood's presence that these inscrutable people respected him so much. Later, he realized that wasn't the case. The more cunning he acted, the stronger his qualifications appeared, and the nicer he was to the people in the villa area, the more obedient they became.

Now, reaching the peak of Developing Skill should be enough to make some people in the villa area take action!

"When I'm strong enough, I should be able to find out," Ethan thought, raising an eyebrow. He didn't ponder further and directly flew to a large building.

That was Alan's company.

After handing over the items he got from the game to Alan, and as he was leaving Alan's company, Alan's respect seemed much greater. He shouted in Ethan's direction as he was leaving, "Ethan, remember this, I was the first to join our terrifying organization, I'm from the oldest batch!"

After shouting this, all the Psychics commuting by sword around the building widened their eyes. 'A terrifying organization'? Had they stumbled upon some big secret? Someone even activated their wristband to project a holographic image and called the police.

Alan glared, "What are you looking at? And you, what are you doing calling the police? Look carefully at what this is!"

He pulled something out of his pocket, and the corners of everyone's mouths twitched as they scattered like birds. He had pulled out an identity card that was two hundred years expired, from the former Chief of the highest police bureau in California.