[Telepathy – Basic Mastery – Proficiency: 2%]
The ability to transmit thoughts or information directly from one mind to another without using physical senses.
This was the description of the new skill Michael gained when his Intelligence stat reached 200 points.
For a mont, he almost wanted to cry.
"Finally… after all this ti, I actually gained a skill."
At first, he was more excited about the fact that he'd gotten a skill at all—any skill—than the nature of the ability itself.
But once the initial rush faded, he blinked at the notification.
"…Telepathy?"
His expression shifted into sothing halfway between intrigue and mild suspicion.
He wasn't sure if this was going to be useless or powerful.
Telepathy.
He muttered the word under his breath again, testing how it felt on his tongue. It sounded exotic—mystical even—but vague. He reread the description.
> The ability to transmit thoughts or information directly from one mind to another without using physical senses.
Michael frowned. "No cooldown. No mana cost listed. No range either…"
He tried to activate it. Nothing happened.
Or—maybe sothing did?
He closed his eyes and focused.
"Hey, you."
He thought the words firmly, directing the ntal signal toward the undead human standing silently beside his bed like a loyal sentinel.
A second passed.
Then two.
The undead's head shifted—just slightly. Its gaze turned toward him.
"Yes, Master?"
Michael's own eyes widened slightly.
"Did you hear that?" he asked aloud.
"Yes, Master."
Michael blinked. "...So you did feel sothing?"
Michael felt incredible. One should know that what he used to communicate with Spartan just now wasn't through the connection they shared as Necromancer and undead.
Telepathy.
Just like how he could command his undead without speaking, it now seed he could extend that silent communication to others as well.
"I just wonder if it has a similar limit…"
With his undead, distance mattered. If they strayed too far, the link between them weakened. His other skill, {Share Senses}, also beca useless past a certain range.
But Telepathy… it felt different. Broader. Freer.
Michael tilted his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
He couldn't help but wonder—what exactly were the limits of this skill?
One thing that caught him off guard was the energy it consud.
Unlike his other abilities, Telepathy didn't draw on mana.
Instead, it tapped into sothing subtler—his ntal energy.
It reminded him of ditation, in a way.
Perhaps, like ditation, the only limit was himself.
Michael closed his eyes, curiosity flaring.
He wanted to try sothing.
Michael took a slow breath, then exhaled through his nose. His mind settled into a calm, focused state.
He first wanted to see how far he could extend his awareness—his senses.
He reached inward, not to draw mana, but to stretch his perception beyond his body.
It was a difficult thing to describe.
It started as a tingling at the edges of his consciousness. Then it grew.
Five ters.
Twenty.
A hundred.
He could feel the space around him in fine detail—the contours of his room, the faint static in the walls.
Two hundred.
Five hundred.
A thousand.
It wasn't sight, sound, or touch.
It was awareness. Like he'd beco a still point in the middle of a rippling lake of presence.
His perception pushed farther—buildings, distant movents, people walking on the street beyond the district, unaware of the invisible eye brushing past them.
Fifteen hundred ters.
At this point, the ntal strain kicked in. A subtle burn along his temples. But not overwhelming.
Two thousand ters.
Michael's breath caught slightly.
He had never tried to reach this far before.
He pulled back gradually. The radius of his awareness contracted until it settled close to his body once more.
Michael opened his eyes slowly.
"Not bad," he muttered.
His ntal range had always been impressive thanks to his high intelligence, but now he was reminded—he was still a newcor in the world of supernaturals.
He was strong. Michael knew that much.
But even without leveling up, he understood sothing else: a more experienced version of himself would easily outclass the current one.
That was fine.
That was the future Michael's problem.
Right now, this Michael was simply excited to try sothing new.
Michael took another slow breath.
He wasn't done yet.
This ti, instead of simply expanding his awareness, he focused on sothing more—connection.
He spread his senses again, letting that still lake of awareness ripple outward. Within the radius—one thousand ters, fifteen hundred, two thousand—he focused on the traces of life.
He honed in on the closest one. A woman on the third floor of a nearby apartnt, talking to soone on a video call. Her voice didn't reach him—but her presence did.
Michael narrowed his focus and whispered ntally.
"Can you hear ?"
There was no reply.
He tried again, a bit firr this ti, directing the thought like a beam of pressure.
"Can you hear ?"
The woman paused mid-conversation. A flicker of confusion crossed her face. She glanced around the room, muttered sothing to her caller, then shook her head.
Michael quickly pulled his mind back.
"...She definitely felt that," he whispered.
He tried again—this ti aiming toward a young man walking briskly down the sidewalk, headphones in.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
Michael pushed just a bit harder.
The man slowed. His head jerked up. He looked around, confused, yanked out an earbud—then shook his head and kept walking.
Michael sat back, mind buzzing with possibilities.
So far, the results were mixed. The ssage wasn't perfectly received, but the presence was definitely felt. With higher proficiency… maybe clarity would co too.
Michael exhaled slowly.
"Alright… range is real. Clarity depends on focus. Proficiency probably expands both."
He leaned back, smiling slightly.
It wasn't perfect. But it was sothing.
He thought about how this could also help him better manage his horde of undead.
With this new skill, directing and coordinating them—especially across distances—might beco significantly easier.
A faint smile touched his lips.
With Telepathy, he had taken another step forward.
Another step closer on the path to becoming a true Necromancer—
A powerful one.
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