The Psychic X Apocalypse
Chapter 1 [Prologist]
The morning was blistering.
A man about the middle of twenty years old was walking down a narrow alley.
The background around him was in stark contrast to his appearance. The short natural gray mane is hit by a breeze that increasingly causes the bits of hair that are slightly curly it becomes more messy. His handsome face and long, fine fur adorned the hypnotizing sea-blue eyes behind his sunglasses.
While the nose is shaped beautifully pointed and if traced down, someone will find thin lips maroon color that invites desire. Plus pale white skin has added to the charm of his tall body wrapped in a black jacket.
However, the glare of his sharp eyes like a fierce beast that was extremely starving crushed the desire of the many people who wanted to come to seduce him into the hotel room.
Every step the man took was reflected violently in that sealed place. Wrecks, rotten food even vomited out of whose mouth, and dirty little animals full of bacteria scattered along the alley without running out.
A very piercing smell filled the narrow alley, but the man's facial expression did not change in the slightest. Either because he was used to breathing unclean air like this or the function of his nose did not work well.
About ten minutes had already passed, the man's footsteps came to a halt. His gaze swept out in all directions before settling into a huge trash can that seemed to have never been cleaned since a few years ago. One by one the garbage was thrown into the barrel so that some seemed to fall from the overflow.
Someone who found the trash can definitely could not bear to glance a second time and would immediately leave the grim looking trash can in the corner. But if examined in detail, one would find faintly small white arrow marks on the outskirts of the trash can. The place is quite difficult to find if a person's eyes are not observant.
The man's gaze sharpened as he slowly approached the trash can. He then squatted down to facilitate his search.
His hand wrapped in black gloves rubbed the white arrow. Then the white powder began to fall and some dirty the gloves. His long fingers are attached to each other to further inspect the white powder. He also smelled the smell of the powder that gives off a special aroma of mint to make sure it is clearer.
Cain's chalk. The mark was not drawn long.
The man looked back at the small white arrow and saw the arrow behind the trash can. The man then stood up, checked for a moment that there was no surveillance around him, and observed the trash can.
A second later, the trash can suddenly shifted by itself so that the back of the barrel was now facing the man.
Immediately his gaze was directed at the duct tape that was tacked carelessly. Most likely the laying has a purpose to cover the torn body of the garbage can visible from the end that failed to reach by the duct tape.
In the end, the man's expression changed with satisfaction. He did not hesitate to pull the duct tape with a quick movement, but not a little damage to the tape.
Behind the duct tape, a small folding paper was found, while the anticipated torn body of the garbage can did not appear behind it as if it was a hallucination of someone alone.
The man took the paper, opened it, and read it at a glance.
[Ocean Blue's. Lumens. TGT JL's. HS, green 2. 415]
After digesting the contents of the paper, he burned it with an electric match he carried. Do not forget it re-installs duct tape as the original condition.
After completing his mission, the man turned around and walked out of the narrow alley leisurely.
While the remaining residue of the paper scattered on the asphalt disappeared mysteriously in the next second.
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Three people were standing and pointing at each other with their fingers. Their mouths were unceasingly open, unwilling to lose in the heated debate that was going on at that moment.
"What do you mean you want to stop the Number 000 experiment? Just so you know, this experiment is very valuable and useful once it succeeds. You can't just tell the chairman to withdraw his research funds!" One of the men in white robes was bluffing. He hit the table with both hands, venting his frustration.
"Omong empty. Who does not know that the Number 000 experiment is just a chasm that devours a lot of money without fruit. If you want to prove it, where is the result?!" The middle-aged man with a distended stomach also snorted. He looked at his opponent cynically, looking down on him.
The young man beside him who looked to be the assistant of the bloated man also voiced in an arrogant tone.
"Really! Your experiment was a waste of time! Rather than waste research on impossible time travel, the chairman better support the submission of the research plan report of Mr. Otto. It's obvious our team's proposal is very interesting and takes a long time to research." The assistant looked away and looked at the chairman he called.
A distended man named Otto looked at the chairman, waiting for the decision to be taken.
The chairman in question was an elderly man. He sat at the end of a long table, listening to every argument from his subordinates without taste. His whitish hair strengthened his aura like a god in a high position that was far from human reach. His fingers tapped slowly on the armrest of the chair rhythmically.
"Tell me one reason why I should still give the same amount of funds to your research, Azkar." The voice full of charisma was loudly spoken in the meeting room.
Azkar, the researcher who had been trying to defend his Number 000 experiment, stiffened when his name was mentioned.
"Chairman, Experiment Number 000 is a relic of the late Mr. Walter. The research has been started since 20 years ago and will soon be successful after many years. Experiment Number 000 also has benefits far beyond other experiments, and of course the results will take this organization a step further towards 'He'!" Azkar's eyes glowed with a hint of madness and his countenance resembled that of a fanatic.
Otto immediately sneered and commented, "It's been 20 years but the research hasn't come to a bright spot either."
"Because this Number 000 experiment is different! Can not be compared with your studies that are not classy!" rebut Azkar did not accept.
"What do you mean research is not classy? You think you're the noblest-"
"Stop." The chief spoke. Instantly dim the argument between Otto and Azkar, as well as the whispers of other members of the audience.
"The proposal of Otto's team has been reviewed and can enter the implementation stage after the funds have been collected" said the chairman. Otto and his assistant were happy, followed by his eyes.
"For the matter of experimental funds Number 000," the chairman looked straight at Azkar, "the funds will be withdrawn if you do not get results within three months."
Azkar clenched his hands as hard as he could, wanting to reject the chairman's request. But who dares not to approve every word of his chairman?
"Okay, the meeting's over. Get out of here and don't waste time." The leader stood up. "Moore, get the witch to go to my room."
"Good, sir." Moore immediately stood up and carried out the command of the chairman.
The chief opened the door and looked for a moment at the empty corridor that lay in his vision.
He thought, it is time for the witch operation to be carried out after a long wait for the figure he was waiting for.
