469: Chapter 8 Under the Moon_2 469: Chapter 8 Under the Moon_2 “I’m going out for a walk,” Gongsun Ce struggled to move his eyes, surveying his room, “The room is so hot.
My air conditioning broke.
I have to figure out a way to fix it.”
“Well, now you have something to do,” Mo Yuankai smiled, “Go on, complete your main quest and take a walk outside.”
“Alright, I’ll go fix the air conditioner.
Just going to wash my face first.”
Gongsun Ce forced a couple of laughs and turned off the video call.
He wanted to get out of bed but didn’t stand steady and instinctively tried to release his power.
But what emerged was not the familiar telekinesis but an unknown white substance.
“…Ah.”
Naturally, he had lost control over this power.
The pure white substance poured out incessantly, smearing the entire bedroom in an instant and flipping over his bed.
With a dull thud, he was slammed against the wall by the massive amount of material, as pathetic as a newbie awakening to his Superpower.
Gongsun Ce flailed his arms about, trying his hardest to control his new ability.
“Disappear.
Revert!
Go back!!
Withdraw!!!”
It wasn’t clear which command worked, but like its arrival, the white substance abruptly vanished.
Gongsun Ce sat down on the floor, his bed and desk were ruined in the recent commotion, wall flakes clattered down, and the whole room looked as if a demolition crew had visited.
“Ah…”
He tried a few times and managed to make an ugly walking stick, supporting himself towards the bathroom.
The reflection in the mirror startled him.
Pale skin, bloodshot eyes, unshaved stubble, and that unfamiliar gray hair…
Who was this disheveled and sloppy person?
Was it him?
Was it Gongsun Ce?
He vigorously rubbed his hair, then he remembered that his hair color had changed.
“Oh my God.”
Bang!
The stick in his hands suddenly extended, pushing him back and causing him to stagger.
The white substance stood like a load-bearing column in the bathroom, shattering the ceiling light, and glass fragments sprinkled over the young man’s face.
“…Oh my God.”
Gongsun Ce repeated weakly.
It was too hot, and Gongsun Ce took a cold shower.
He quickly shaved to make himself look somewhat presentable.
“Clothes…”
Gongsun Ce awkwardly used his telekinesis to open the wardrobe, subconsciously taking out his usual attire.
A black suit with golden patterns and a black-and-red cape.
He tossed the clothes back into the closet with his hands, muttering to himself, “Like an idiot.”
He searched for a while, finally digging out a relatively normal set of clothes: a dark blue shirt and gray trousers.
Gongsun Ce realized that he needed to buy more clothes, he couldn’t dress up like he used to.
Cleaning with telekinesis took some more time.
When he opened the door of his room, the sky was about to turn dark.
The setting sun cast an orange-red hue on the evening city, cloaking the buildings and trees.
Gongsun Ce stared blankly ahead.
The long-lost feeling of spaciousness from stepping out of his room made him forget his purpose for a moment, and he just stood silently in the corridor.
“Ouch, are you…
Gongsun Ce?!
How did you end up looking like that?”
At this time, a somewhat familiar greeting reached his ears.
Gongsun Ce shifted his gaze and saw the gray-haired emergence from the staircase.
A stooped old woman with a walking stick was climbing the stairs with surprising vigor, looking at him suspiciously.
Gongsun Ce remembered her; she was Granny Wu who lived in the next building, selling breakfast at a stall downstairs every morning.
“I just wanted to change up my look, wearing the same thing gets boring,” Gongsun Ce said with an embarrassed smile, “Granny Wu, don’t you live in the next building?
Why are you climbing the stairs?”
“Hey, we had a power outage in our area today, it’s going to take all night to fix!
Definitely some kid fighting again,” The old lady shook her head in annoyance.
Gongsun Ce understood immediately.
The whole neighborhood was blacked out, including her cold storage where she kept her food supplies.
She must have run to this building in haste, most likely to seek help from Little Zhang upstairs — the kid who just started middle school and whose Superpower was to cool air while sitting on a bench.
Gongsun Ce nodded, “Can I help you upstairs?”
“No need!
I can still climb the stairs at my age.”
Like every chatty senior, Granny Wu prattled on with him for a while, going from fashion and hair color to studies, holidays, and finally to the room next to his.
“Did you know that Cao Hong who lived next to you moved out?”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Just a few days ago, he left with big and small bags, didn’t even leave a sofa behind.” The old lady frowned, “That rascal never does anything proper, who knows if he’s going to pull some scam with that empty room.”
“You make a good point,” Gongsun Ce reminded her diplomatically, “By the way, you came to my building because…”
“Ah!
My freezer!
Nevermind, nevermind!”
The old lady hurriedly went upstairs, and soon after, their conversation could be heard.
Gongsun Ce locked the door and simply leaped out of the corridor, gliding slowly to the ground.
Telekinesis was convenient at times like this.
It turned out the air conditioner wasn’t broken, the power was out.
He casually picked a direction, walking aimlessly as if on a mission.
Anyway, there was nothing to do.
No tasks.
No companions.
No mandatory deeds.
No dreams that had to be realized.
A healthy body harboring an empty soul, what difference does such a person have with the walking dead?
Alandia wouldn’t want to see him like this.
But what did it matter?
In the end, people live for themselves.
He began to doubt the meaning of his walk.
His older brother had told him to go out to prevent him from sinking further into gloom…
But even if he cheered up, what then?