[Na: Lucas (Mortal)]
[Lifespan: 25 / 250]
[Physique: 100]
[Perception: 100]
[Spirit: 100]
[Talents: Energy Absorption, Stat Transfer]
[Energy Absorption: Can absorb any energy and convert it into stat points, defaults to Lifespan.]
[Stat Transfer: Lifespan can be converted into Physique, Perception, Spirit.]
[Description: Upgrading (approximately 7 days remaining)]
Three months.
This was the result of Lucas's three months of struggle in the Marvel Universe, on Earth, in the U.S., in New York.
Although the panel's evaluation level was "Mortal," with three stats at 100, a strength of 1 ton per arm, physical resistance to pistol bullets, super-fast reaction speed, and ntal attacks...
Lucas could at least go toe to toe with Captain Arica, with him having a slight advantage.
When he had first arrived in this world, Lucas was delighted to see [Energy Absorption].
But he never expected that these days, even cheat abilities engaged in false advertising.
After testing, he found that the absorption of physical energies like light, electricity, kinetic, and thermal energy yielded little stat points.
Lucas hadn't tried nuclear energy, fearing death but he estimated the effect would be similar.
However, a special energy absorbed from souls had a fast absorption speed and high conversion efficiency.
As for the maximum amount of this special energy he could absorb in one sitting, Lucas hadn't asured it yet—he was poor.
This special energy was suspected to be a type of magic energy related to a person's good or evil deeds during their life.
The kinder or more evil a person was, the more energy they provided.
According to Lucas's observations, gang mbers could all provide so, more or less.
In these three months, he had attended many philanthropists' funerals and gained a total of 1 stats point. It wasn't even as good as staying in a hospital for a day.
More than twenty days ago, after Lucas raised all three stats to 100, the panel prompted that he could upgrade, with an estimated upgrade ti of one month.
Lucas chose to upgrade without hesitation.
A few days ago, a large-scale gang shootout occurred in Hell's Kitchen in West Manhattan.
Although the panel was still upgrading and he couldn't assign stat points, Lucas, adhering to the thrifty spirit that waste is shaful, still snuck into the scene and had a good energy feast, gaining over two hundred stat points.
He never thought he'd "get a stomach ache." It turned out that during the upgrade duration, the energy wouldn't be automatically filtered.
These past few days, depression, loneliness, and lancholy, various negative emotions surged into his heart.
He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't speak, and couldn't move. It was unbearable.
Lucas was a transmigrator and hadn't made any friends in these three months. To deal with the pain, he decided to see a doctor.
Manhattan.
A private psychological counseling clinic, Yao's Clinic.
Knock! Knock!
"Please co in."
Lucas stepped forward and pushed the door open, a rich and fresh aroma perated his nostrils.
What t his eyes was a woman dressed in black, with short platinum blonde hair, sitting and looking down at so docunts—Dr. Yao.
Dr. Yao looked up, smiled slightly in welco, and extended her hand, indicating, "Mr. Lucas, please have a seat."
The mont he saw Dr. Yao's face, Lucas's mind trembled.
Although completely different from the bald, monk-robed image in the movie, this almost identical appearance...
No way.
Is it the Ancient One!?
Lucas was stunned.
"Mr. Lucas, would you like coffee or tea?"
"Tea."
While Dr. Yao got up to make tea, Lucas cald his emotions.
Since he was here, he would make the best of it, he'd do the psychological consultation first.
A mont later, Dr. Yao finished making the tea and sat opposite Lucas. "Mr. Lucas, thank you for waiting. May we begin?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Lucas, you wish to receive treatnt related to depression, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"How long has it been going on?"
"About a week."
The conversation was simple. Dr. Yao asked so basic questions about Lucas: his age, occupation, family background, and so on.
As Lucas answered, she ticulously observed his micro-expressions and movents, constantly analyzing and recording.
Similarly, Lucas was also observing Dr. Yao. Dr. Yao was very professional in asking questions, listening, and guiding, just like a real doctor.
Perhaps she really was a doctor.
There's no rule that the Sorcerer Supre can't be a doctor.
Lucas took a sip of tea, moistening his throat.
"Lucas, what is your job?" Dr. Yao asked, omitting "Mr."
"I manage a library."
That was his main job, fighting cri was just a side hustle.
"Is your work stressful?"
"No stress."
He was his own boss, waking up whenever he wanted every day.
"Are there conflicts with colleagues?"
"No conflicts."
No colleagues, so where would conflicts co from?
"Can you describe your daily interactions with colleagues?"
"I don't have colleagues."
"Lucas, you're humorous." Dr. Yao pursed her lips and chuckled.
Lucas lowered his head and took another sip of tea.
"I run a reading room myself."
Dr. Yao refilled Lucas's teacup, and wisps of aroma drifted out.
"What about your family?"
"I'm an orphan."
"I'm very sorry, it must be very difficult to be alone."
"It's just a bit of hardship, nothing more."
"Lucas, how about we try a different way of talking?"
"Alright."
Dr. Yao stood up and adjusted Lucas's chair to a reclining position. At the sa ti, she sat down to Lucas's right.
"Lucas, do you feel lonely when you're by yourself?"
"I do when there's nothing to do."
"What do you do to alleviate loneliness?"
"Play gas, watch movies, read novels."
Playing gas where you can allocate stat points, watching gang shootout movies, reading so webnovels.
"Are you living alone now?"
"Yes."
"Have you considered finding so roommates? Or hiring so employees to help you manage the reading room?"
"Is that your suggestion, Dr. Yao?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I will."
After a long while, the conversation drew to a close.
"Would you like to sleep for a bit?"
"Mm." Lucas responded lazily, closing his eyes in a feigned nap.
Dr. Yao stood up and quietly left with softened footsteps.
Was Dr. Yao really the Ancient One?
Aside from the striking resemblance in appearance, there were no other similarities between the two.
But they were too similar!
Lucas didn't believe in coincidences.
Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted over, carrying a fresh and pleasant scent. The fatigue from his recent lack of rest was smoothed away, and with a hint of doubt, Lucas fell into a deep sleep.
At so unknown point, Dr. Yao returned to Lucas's side.
Dr. Yao... no, the Ancient One looked at the sleeping Lucas, shaking her head with a soft laugh.
'What an impatient little fellow, couldn't even sit still for a month. But to be able to find this place, it must be fate.'
Bang!
She clapped her hand, dispersing the invisible black mist around Lucas.
'Next ti, don't eat strange things.'
Accompanied by a sigh, a portal silently opened.
The Ancient One stepped through, disappearing from the spot.
Absorbing energy to strengthen his physique, strengthening his physique to absorb more energy. After his physique reached its limit, he could even undergo a transformation.
What a good talent.
He could be observed as a candidate for Sorcerer Supre.
'Will you be a better choice, Lucas?'
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