Telepathy: a Blessing or a Curse
Chapter 9 - Old Grandpa

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Where'sme? Why does everything look dark?

What the hell is going on with me?

Please, someone help me!!

Whatisthis?

What's the matter?

I don't know what's going on right now.

But the chaos caused by the Darkblessed is still clearly remembered.

Even though I didn't see them directly.

I don't remember anything that happened after that.

All of a sudden things got even darker, I was nauseous.

And for some reason, my head felt like it was about to break, and wiggle.

Wait, I heard something.

I heard the murmur of the waves, the sound of the shore bird.

Does this mean that I am in a room located inside a ship?

I'll check my suit pocket immediately.

Uh! A little smile I showed. My phone is still here.

I tried to turn on my phone and tried to contact Anton.

But it turned out not to be very helpful, there was no signal.

I have also tried many times to contact Anton by telepathy, but somehow it always fails, as if a wall or something was in the way.

Through the light coming from the screen of the phone, I could faintly see the whole of this room.

This room is not small, but it is also not big.

It looks like this is a bedroom, but after further investigation it would be more appropriate if I assume that this is a warehouse. Lots of junk stuff here.

I asked again, “What is this? Where am I really?”

I went back around in circles in the room.

And I just realized, the junk things in this room, are more appropriate when called super antique and ancient items.

First-generation television, first-year radio production, manual sewing machines, reading tables with gold dragon carvings, pens and also ink spots from the east.

This thing is rarely seen, maybe, in a lifetime I just saw old things like this.

I put my hand on the table engraved with the golden dragon.

”Any, this table is not dusty at all, it even seems to be well maintained once”.

”Oh, you're awake apparently“, suddenly someone's voice is heard.

” Who are you?”, I asked the voice.

Through telepathy, of course, because he also speaks through telepathy.

I waited, waiting for an answer from the man. Yes, the voice that sounded was indeed a male voice, and old like it.

“I? I am your helper little boy”, replied the old man.

“It looks like you don't remember what happened, right? “, he added.

I replied with a little confusion,

“Yes, what exactly has happened? Why would I be here? Where's this? Why did you bring me here?”.  

Then the old man replied, “Low little boy, you better see for yourself what happened”.

Yes, a moment after he said that, it felt like my head was hit by something.

Very loud, but it felt nothing. I felt no pain at all, just like something was going into my head.

I saw the incident at the restaurant in a third-person vision.

I can see myself, and then in my heart I can think.

“Maybe this is the ability he has, it’s his Bless”.

What I saw really made me quiet.

There is a man who can emit many flashes of colorful and beautiful light, but can destroy and throw things that are there.

Beautiful, but very dangerous.

Then there was a woman who in my vision looked like she was floating.

Floating, literally drifting.

Then between the woman and the man I saw there was a little boy, maybe like a 5th or 6th grade Elementary kid.

“Hey, why can there be small children there?”

But he doesn't seem to do anything. Just shut up and stand there.

I didn't see Anton's brother there.

“Where is he? Did he manage to run?”

I kept asking as if I was a lost child separated from her parents in an area I had never met before.

Then the man suddenly made a sound.

“Looks like you don't have to worry about Anton. He was gone from there just after you left and I brought him here. You fell unconscious in front of the place, and I brought you here”.

Then I replied, “Why did you help me? You don't know me either, do you?”

“Little boy, isn't it to help people we don't need a reason? If there are people who need help, we must be petrified, especially if it is still same blessed. Know it? Wouldn't life be more beautiful if individuals could help each other? We are the chosen ones, then there is no harm if we help others right?”

This guy turned out to be the one who patted me on the shoulder when I was outside, if I believe him, it doesn't seem like he's a bad guy.

“Your words just now are very true old man, but if I can tell, what exactly are your abilities? What Bless do you have?”

"I'm sorry if it seems rude, but I want to be able to trust you" I said.

“My ability, little boy, you will know later if it comes to time”.

What the old man said was similar to Anton's brother, his way of speaking, and also his attitude.

Why do people with Bless all behave like that?

I hope I don't become like that.

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NB#

The tone is slow indeed, but if the old story has all been uploaded, the new story will be longer perchapternya and the plot will also be slightly accelerated.

Thanks you!

Mown.