Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 45 Telekinesis—Mind Fortress.

Parker stared at the notification, disbelief plastered across his face.

[Ding! New mission generated.

Mission: Use your telekinesis ability for the first time and move an object.

Rewards: Mind Fortress!

Description:

A unique mental ability that empowers the host with extraordinary willpower, unwavering focus, and unmatched clarity, allowing you to remain composed and effective under extreme pressure. This ability grows stronger with consistent practice and use, unlocking advanced mental capacities over time!]

"System, you sure love me, huh?" he muttered sarcastically. "Alright, let's do this."

He scanned his room, eyes darting over various objects. "Something small, something light… nope, too boring." His gaze landed on his dad's old compass, sitting on the nightstand. It wasn't flashy, but it was sentimental. Losing it wasn't an option, which meant he'd be extra motivated not to mess this up.

This was the only thing left by his dad before they embarked on the journey of no return, the most treasured thing in his possession. Not even their old house mattered than this compass did.

"This'll do." He grabbed it and placed it on his desk, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of it. "Okay, Parker. Focus. Don't embarrass yourself." He started.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. The room was quiet, but his brain wasn't. His thoughts buzzed like an annoying fly. What if this doesn't work? What if I break the damn thing?

"Nope, not today." He shook his head and focused on his breathing. In, out. In, out. Slowly, the noise in his head faded into a weird, peaceful weird silence.

Opening his eyes, Parker stared at the compass. He imagined it glowing faintly, like it had its own energy. "You and me, buddy," he whispered. "We're connected now."

He stretched out his hand, not to touch it, but to feel it. He imagined an invisible thread between his palm and the compass, something strong yet delicate.

The idea made sense in his head, but nothing felt different.

"Move, damn it," he whispered, but nothing happened.

He closed his eyes again, this time picturing the compass sliding forward. In his mind, it moved easily—graceful, like it had always wanted to obey him.

"Slide," he whispered, his voice heavy with concentration. He opened one eye.

The compass didn't move.

"Okay, Parker, focus harder. Willpower, right? That's all it takes." He clenched his fists and locked eyes with the compass.

"Move!"

His head pounded. The strain was immediate, like he was trying to lift a dumbbell with his brain. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Still nothing.

Parker groaned and collapsed backward onto the floor, his head spinning. "Ugh. What the fuck was that? Am I trying to move the compass, or is the compass trying to move me?"

The system chimed in:

[Host's mental stamina is weak. Recommend repeated practice to build strength and control.]

"No shit, Sherlock," Parker grumbled. He rubbed his temples, the dull ache blooming into a full-blown headache. "Alright, fine. We go again."

He tried the steps again—breathe, focus, connect. Nothing. Not even a twitch. His head throbbed harder.

"Move, you little piece of—" Parker's voice cracked. The compass sat there, mocking him.

Now he was just frustrated which was wrong, all matters considered. "Move, you stubborn bastard! I swear I'll throw you out the window if this doesn't work!"

His head buzzed like static. He gave up after ten minutes, flopping back on the floor again.

Thirty minutes passed like that and by now, Parker was drained, sweat dripping down his back. His head felt like it had been run over by a truck. But something inside him refused to quit.

"I can do this," he muttered, more to himself than anything. "I just gotta figure it out."

He sat up again, dragging himself back into position. Deep breaths. Clear mind. The compass was all that mattered.

He pictured the thread again, this time pulling at it with every ounce of focus he could muster. His body tensed. His jaw ached from clenching.

"Move," he whispered.

The compass twitched.

Parker froze, his breath catching. 'Did that just…?' He squinted at it, willing it to move again.

"Slide."

With a soft clink, the compass shifted half an inch forward.

"No fucking way," Parker whispered, his voice shaking. "It actually worked."

His excitement was short-lived. A wave of dizziness crashed over him, and his body slumped forward like a rag doll.

The system chimed again as Parker's vision blurred.

[Congratulations, Host! First successful telekinetic attempt recorded. Mental stamina slightly improved. Continued practicing to enhance control.]

He didn't care about the notification. All Parker could feel was exhaustion—and a spark of pride.

He grinned weakly, his cheek pressed against the floor. "I did it," he whispered, but there was no passing out or anything this time.

Just mental exhaustion.

[Ding! Host has received a mind ability: Mind Fortress]

Parker blinked as the system's chime echoed in his head. It was like a rush of cold water hit him out of nowhere, washing away every ounce of exhaustion he'd felt seconds ago. His body felt lighter, his head clearer, and—wait, was that information just appearing in his brain?

"Oh, what the hell is this now?" he muttered, sitting up.

The details unfolded in his head like a damn pop-up ad as if to say:

"A unique mental ability that boosts willpower, focus, and clarity under extreme pressure. Levels up with practice. Core features include unshakeable focus, iron will, and mental stamina. Blah blah, use it, don't abuse it."

Parker rubbed his temple as the levels of this so-called fortress scrolled through his mind.

Another thing is, this ability, grants the ability to remember anything with perfect clarity, learn rapidly, think strategically, perceive subtle details, understand and control emotions to a certain extent, all growing stronger with practice. And that was on the basic but not magical uses

As of the levels...

Basic, Intermediate, King, Emperor, Mind God

"..."

He later snorted. "Mind God? Are we serious? That's so... anime, system." But cliché or not, he couldn't lie—just the sound of those higher levels made his chest tighten with excitement.

From Basic to King, the idea of being mentally untouchable was chef's kiss. No mortal shit could shake him. Nothing. He felt like his mind was a steel vault, ready to lock down anything that dared mess with it.

Going through the core features of Mind Fortress, there were five of them;

Unshakeable Focus: Nothing was gonna break his concentration—not chaos, not noise, not even someone throwing hands in his face.

Iron Will: Fear? Exhaustion? Self-doubt? Nah. Not with this ability. Parker could feel that determination pumping in his veins now.

Mental Stamina: Parker will feel less and less headaches from telekinesis practice. He was about to grind these powers like a champ.

Calm Mind: Panic and anxiety? Nah, not today. No freakouts. Just pure, level-headed Parker in every situation.

Advanced Visualization: It was like someone gave his brain a 4K upgrade. Planning, mapping, and predicting moves? Easy.

"This is some next-level superhero shit," Parker said, grinning to himself. He leaned back, letting the realization sink in. "Guess we'll see when it's time to see how this fortress holds up when I start wrecking things."

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