My Descendants Are My Power

Not long after leaving Alan's company, Ethan arrived at a school's faculty area, where a series of Psychic Sanctuaries were located, and he found Joshua's office.

"You finally decided to step out, huh?" Joshua greeted him, a middle-aged man with glasses and a stern, serious look that suggested he wasn't much for small talk.

Ethan entered the teacher's home and they chatted briefly about mundane family matters, why he hadn't been attending school, and the statewide competition.

Joshua, having lived for hundreds of years and experienced the resurgence of psychic abilities on Earth, mostly used ancient devices, influencing Ethan to do the same.

After sipping some tea brewed by Joshua, Ethan said, "Teacher, would it really be no trouble for you to sneak out some alien species for me?"

"It's no trouble. Just knock those researching professors around a bit to keep them quiet. But you have to tell me what you're using them for; I can't just let you release those things on the streets," Joshua frowned.

"I really can't say," Ethan replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't you trust me? You know I hate getting into trouble."

Joshua pondered for a moment, then turned on an old TV, which only displayed one channel. The channel, [Ancient Relics Network], featured a woman in a white robe excitedly discussing the significance of archaeological finds, "This will be the greatest discovery, our historical civilization has many gaps, a massive site represents an era!"

Ethan paid little attention, more curious about why Joshua was watching this channel again. "Teacher, why this channel again? That lady doctor looks a lot like you."

"That's my sister!" Joshua revealed.

"Ah? You keep such a low profile, and you have a sister like her?"

Joshua was silent for a long time before he finally said, "Let's not talk about that. You want the alien species, fine, I'll get them for you in a while. But you have to promise me one thing."

"What's that, Teacher?" Ethan grinned.

"Don't waste your talents, kid. Go to my sister's place; she'll set you up with a cushy job. With your abilities, they'll treat you like a treasure and give you whatever resources you need. They control a lot of ancient secrets that would be hugely beneficial for you, something others can't even join."

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"Sure," Ethan agreed nonchalantly, his mind elsewhere. He was least concerned about resources; tomb raiding was George's kind of job, not his.

After a long conversation with Joshua, Ethan occasionally checked his phone for updates on his family's situation. Fortunately, aside from Justin messing up again, there were no major issues.

Eventually, Ethan headed home. Unbeknownst to him, it had already gotten dark.

After buying some groceries, he arrived at his doorstep only to see Grandma Quinn still squatting there, probably having known for many days that the Blackwood family's influence was waning and wanting to hoard his top-tier psychic equipment.

Moreover, she was testing to see if Ethan was completely without support now.

Luckily, Ethan had kept his relationship with the gatekeeper Mr. John strong, who had earlier knocked on Grandma Quinn's door.

The conflict continued for a while.

Now...

The two exchanged glances and smiled at each other in the sunset.

"Little Ethan, what have you been up to all day? If there's anything, just talk to your Grandma Quinn, you know I always treat you like my own grandson."

"..."

Ethan spent about an hour at Granny Quinn's Psychic Sanctuary before emerging with a smile, gently touching the Storage Ring in his hand. He quickly returned home.

Lisa opened her eyes and greeted him with a smile, "Welcome home, Commander. What's for dinner tonight?"

"Let's go with a big pot of stewed goose. Make extra, and send some over to everyone who came out of the Psychic Sanctuary today."

Hearing this, Lisa nodded obediently, "What about the psychic old lady next door?"

"Steam a couple more buns for her, and take them up to her Psychic Sanctuary."

With that, Ethan went back to his room, looked at the descendants on his screen, and remembered his teacher's words, his lips curling into a smile, "Finally, I can play games in peace! School? Tomb raiding? Heck no!"

...

Back in his room, sitting on the bed, he stared at the huge screen. Time in the game was still accelerating.

Ethan caressed the Storage Ring, which held the gains from his recent outing. As he watched his descendants strive in the game, he felt his intelligence slowly increasing, enabling him to handle situations that previously overwhelmed him.

For instance, facing Granny Quinn—if it had been before, he would have had to cower to survive under her hands. Now, he wondered if he had Olivia's intelligence, he might even be able to silently take out Granny Quinn.

Ethan exhaled deeply, no longer dwelling on it, and smiled as he watched the time and events on his screen.

[Blackwood Year 109]

Unknowingly, he had been out for over eight hours. Over the years, the Blackwood had also been passing peacefully.

The event log continued to record the struggles of his family members.

Nathan was still lying in the Forebearer's Hall within the family's mausoleum.

In a mysterious realm, Luna was becoming increasingly beautiful.

Lucas was still journeying with his sword, having ventured beyond Cloudview County. His once-new black outfit was now worn, but the sword case on his back was still pristine, his stubbled face showing the many vicissitudes he had experienced.

Inside the Thunderfire Demon Cave, traces of the children once cultivating psychic powers still existed, no longer disturbed by the clanging of iron, only Julian busily building a giant AI Bionic Robot in the scorching thunderfire Psychic Sanctuary.

More and more zombies were appearing in the Psychic Sanctuary, neatly arranged and eerily eye-opening, but in reality, they were all psychic puppets!

In another Psychic Sanctuary, Amelia was once again supported by trees, still wearing her old mask, her body tightly wrapped in clothes, but the entire Psychic Sanctuary was glowing, with psychic powers converging from all directions.