Saquin slowly walked through an alleyway.
His destination, unknown.
It was almost like he was just going and hoping he will end up somewhere nice.
And that was exactly what he was doing.
Since the Seeker Assimilation, he felt a bit different. The Assimilation had given him a minor boost in his physical capabilities, but it had also added something to him as a whole.
He felt like somehow his connection to his soul had strengthened, also, his blood felt weird.
The most prominent change, though, was the addition of a new sense. Counting his [ Spatial Awareness ] and the normal sixth sense of the Empowered, this would be his eight sense.
This new sense felt like a magnetic compass.
He could feel multiple pulls in his head.
He did discover that this was due to the fact that his head was always occupied with thoughts. When he calms down and focuses, the pull disappears. It reappears if he decides to seek out anything.
After spending multiple minutes trying to calm himself, his hyperactive brain to be specific, down, he finally got the hang of it. At least to the point he could use it sparingly.
So after much contemplation on what he should seek out.
With beauty and boobs always topping the list, he decided to flip the board off the table and do something unlike himself.
Of course, this was not because he knew for certain that if he had seek beauty, he would end up finding Star. While boobs would likely take him to a certain Miss Made who he had offended earlier.
So he went with it.
The random spark of an idea.
Happiness.
To Seek happiness.
I am going to find happiness.
I am going to see happiness.
And so, Saquin started walking through the streets of the slums, following the pull. The Pull in question was buried under multiple other pulls, but by multiple tests, numbing himself to only think of happiness, he was sure it was the right one.
As he walked down the streets, or the semblance of it that was available in this rural part, multiple eyes followed him.
They all stared at the white clad, fine young man walking amidst them. Hostility and fear filled the gazes that followed him.
Hostility as these people deeply spite the rich. Fear as they could imagine the amount of authority he could exert on them. Should he wish to.
But, the strongest emotion in those eyes was jealousy.
Saquin ignored the stares, he was used to it, it was the same type of gaze the other slaves had whenever he passed by their prisons.
Instead, he focused on the faint pull.
Why do I feel like this is not going to go as I think it would?
He thought to himself as he steadily progressed through the street.
Soon, Saquin noticed the buildings and infrastructure around him was getting better and more advanced. He was slowly leaving the slums.
Tracing his trajectory, he noted that he would likely end up at the southern outskirts of the main part of the fortressed city. It would be a bit of a distance away from the center where he had gone wild, so he should be relatively fine.
Thinking back to his most recent behavior, he let out a light chuckle.
Free and in control.
Boundless and willful.
That was how he had felt, still felt that way.
This was the side effect, or more appropriate, result, of him suppressing two of his three main Abilities.
Dead Cold and Assassination Rune.
His cold and indifferent side evaporated with Dead Cold while his calculated and logical self was lost with his Unique-Supreme ability.
It was a strange phenomena, one he was not immediately aware of till after he reached the slums and got a bit of a downtime.
His Abilities influence his personality.
No, that is wrong.
His abilities are his, completely.
In fact, in a sense, he always had all his abilities, excluding the looted ones, since his birth. He felt this should be the case for everyone too. Becoming an Empowered just manifested it further, giving it a more prominent state.
So to say, his Abilities and him are tied together, and are an essential part of him. Suppressing two of his main abilities was the same as suppressing parts of himself.
A mistake.
But not one he was willing to correct just yet. The root reason for doing such a thing in the first place was to better adapt to them. And he plans on doing it one by one, from his least strongest to the strongest.
Hence, him using only [ Telekinesis ] for the past couple hours.
Even though [ Prince Of Space ] was not suppressed, he was not going to actively use it. Not like he really knows how to. He still was not entirely sure of how the Ability works, he would need to look into that at a later time.
Though he would rather leave it unsuppressed as it can prove to be a great boost for his space related skills like Blink and Teleportation. These two skills are more than essential if he was going to continue running wide in the city, riling people up, using them as target practice to better his Ability control and also get to know more about the Empowered world.
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Saquin had to continue walking for minutes on end before he finally made it out of the slums.
Staring at the direction he was feeling the pull, he noticed a huge facility sitting in a large fenced off area.
"Happiness can be found in an energy facility?" Saquin muttered as he stared at the huge banner standing just in front of the heavily guarded gate.
"Guess I am about to find out."
Saquin started to walk towards the building but then, he suddenly came to a stop.
A frown crept up his face as he stretched out his hands.
"What is happening?"
Just now, he felt a shift in the energy present around him.
A shift in the Senar present in the air.
He released his hold on his Abilities and resumed his usage of his [ Spatial Awareness ].
His frown deepened.
He looked around him, his eyes at alert.
Then,
Blink.
He left.
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A few minutes later.
Central District of the city.
Saquin peered downwards, his hair danced about in the strong wind of the skyscraper's roof.
"It was the whole city."
The Senar present in the whole city had gone through a subtle change and no one seemed to have noticed.
Brushing his hair back with his right hand, his left wiped out his Comm. He promptly dived into researching this phenomenon.
Truth be told, he really did not like sourcing his information directly from the Net. Information gotten on there was not as reliable as he would like, considering the various external and internal tampering and misinformation sharing, especially on things that have to do with the Empowered and their powers.
This was why he had readily agreed to source out an Academy to attend to gain more knowledge rather than sit down and dig into the Net...
In no time, he had gotten the information he wanted.
If what he had uncovered was right and he was not tripping about what he is feeling, then yea.
"It is a break..." Eyes glued to the screen, he muttered absentmindedly. "A worldly crack, in this case, an Access..."