The phone call.There are certain days in a week when she would get calls on her secret phone. Hearing the voices of her mother, father, and other family members sometimes truly help but I keep her sanity.But none of that could ever match the ‘big one’. Bianca has been anxiously awaiting the return call. The organization she commissioned to assassinate Gerald while he was in Paris, France.It's been more than a week since they took the initiative to call and let her know that the target has been located, and that they would reach out to her within a week or two to let her know just how it went.And Bianca has been dying to receive that special call that would announce the death of that arrogant bastard young man. Gerald deserved nothing more than death for putting her in here.[Good. I hope he rots in the deepest pits of Hell.]Then the call came in, and as Bianca looked down at her phone, she glanced around to make sure she was not going to get caught with this phone, which was ille

Dr. Xandro Jennings couldn't stop himself from tending to the intrusion he felt in his own mind, but he quickly calmed down and nodded at Gerald with a small smile.[I know. That's where you got your psychic power from. Your mother comes from a secret family on this planet. An enigmatic family of mystics who possessed great skills in various departments. Or at least, that's what Vivian had told me back then.]Gerald nodded his head.[I saw the memories from when I was a baby. You and my parents were talking about the fate of the world, and how I will be needed to give the world a fighting chance against all evil that is being cultivated at the time.]Dr. Xandro Jennings frowned slightly at this piece of information.[Oh? Hold on, these are memories of when you were very little, right? I didn't think you would be able to tap into those memories.]Another realization seemed to cross the neurosurgeon’s mind.[Or could it be that the mind implantation hypnosis I attempted to induce in yo

Dr. Xandro Jennings. “As if I would even know where to start looking for you. And I did, in fact, look for you, for the next three years after I recovered those sealed memories, but your mother left me no clues. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find anything about you. Who would have thought that you were in one of the vast lower districts of this city the entire time?”The disappointment was evident on Dr. Xandro's face as it looked like he was reliving the awful past.“You have also changed your name. Gerald Arnold. I mean, I kinda figured you wouldn't go by that last name. Not even your father was allowed to use that last name. But at least, I had expected to find a good lead on Gerald Grande.”Gerald nodded his head slightly. Grande is the last name of his mother, and he had wondered a lot about this as well. Why didn't his mother give him that last name?Instead, it was Stark. Gerald Stark.“How many Gerald Starks are there in this city?”Dr. Xandro Jennings chuckled with

It was a tank in a lab room. A series of meditative rounds that helped Gerald focus on visualization. This is how he would stabilize his psychic roots.Gerald floated in the water tank, monitored by Dr. Xandro Jennings. With his body facing upward, he followed the visualization processes being spelled out to him.“I believe you should have been introduced to the mental form of your energy reserves, right? This energy reserve is where you draw the unique energy produced in your body to activate the various psychic abilities.”“From working with your mother decades ago, I learned that the width and depth of each energy reserve vary, and the common denominator is each person's potential. I assume that most energy reserves, common to you psychics, should be at a five-by-five build. Five feet wide, and five feet deep.”“Do you have the comparison comprehended?”In the closed tank, with artificial white light blinking down at him as he's floating on the surface of the water inside, Gerald

The roots were finally embedded into the vacuum of nothingness, based on what Gerald could see in his own mind scale.But he felt it. The ‘settling’ of this psychic energy reserve. It was finally set…right. It was hard to explain through logic, but intuitively, he has never been more sure of himself.He was also intuitively aware that he would need time to deal with this corrective measure he had taken on himself. The entrenchment process had left some ‘bruises’ on his mind. He would need to meditate like this to deal with it. It will take a while, but the mental bruises will be cleared, eventually.For now, though, Gerald was done. He had no idea how much time had passed in the real world. After all, being in this mind scape felt like a temporal displacement. It was kind of like being in a dream. The time here doesn't flow in accordance with the real world. Gerald opened his eyes to find himself back in the physical world. Deep in the huge solution tank, except that the oxygen mask