2026-05-07 11:28:51Raditya swallowed hard. He realized he had to lie. Revealing his ability to hear their thoughts here would be the same as surrendering himself to their operating table.
"I... I didn't feel anything," Raditya began to make up a story. "Everything suddenly went dark. I just remember the sky turning electric blue, then my ears rang really loudly like there were a thousand mosquitoes flying in there. After that, I woke up in the infirmary looking like this."
Tio noted Raditya's words with a skeptical face. Liar. He's lying. His brain emits strange theta waves every time he talks about the ringing. There's a secret he's hiding behind that K-pop idol face, Tio thought.
"Ringing, huh?" Leo leaned back. "Tio, show him the thought-wave data we picked up from the community radio next door during the ceremony yesterday."
Tio turned one of his tube monitors. There appeared a frequency graph that spiked wildly right at the hour of the lightning incident.
"Looking at the pattern, this isn't an ordinary electrical frequency," Tio explained in a pseudo-scientific tone. "This is more like a 'Thought-Broadcast' phenomenon or a mass thought transmission. When that lightning struck, the collective thought frequencies on the Merdeka High School field were all pulled to a single coordinate point." Tio pointed to a spot on the field map. "The spot where you were standing, Raditya."
Luna approached Raditya again, this time sitting beside him, intentionally pressing her thigh against Raditya's. That skin contact once again triggered the residue of her earlier fantasy. "That means... you've now become an antenna for everyone's thoughts in this school, haven't you? Is that why you rejected Dini, rejected Siska, and even ran away from your date just now?"
Raditya stared at Luna intensely. Her mental signal flared up again: If he can really hear me, I want him to stand up right now, drag me to that dark equipment shed in the corner, and make me cry tears of joy while he shoves everything inside me without stopping.
"I just feel like the world has gotten noisier since then, Luna. It doesn't mean I can hear your thoughts," Raditya lied again, using a cold tone he hoped was convincing enough.
"Noisy, huh? Interesting," Leo said, his smile resembling the cunning smirk of a conspiracy detective. He stood up, grabbing a bottle filled with blue liquid from the shelf. "That buzzing you hear is actually 'Collective Noise.' Every secret, every lie, and every suppressed desire people hold becomes a frequency that's now 'perching' on your nervous system."
Leo approached Raditya, handing him the blue bottle. "Drink this. It's a thought-wave antidote we made from valerian extract and colloidal silver. It'll help you suppress the 'noise' if you start getting overwhelmed."
Raditya held the bottle. His mind raced: Is it an antidote or an amplifier for my antenna? Leo is cunning. He wants to experiment on me.
Damn, he's suspicious of my potion. He really is hearing what's inside my head subconsciously. That means the 'Lightning-Based Telepathy' theory is one hundred percent valid! I have to stay close to him so this portal opens even wider! Leo's inner voice shouted in Raditya's ear.
"I need both of your help with this research," Leo said physically to Tio and Luna. "Starting today, Raditya is officially a special member of our club. Your first task, Raditya... you have to map the 'energy' surrounding Bianca."
At the mention of Bianca's name, Raditya's ears immediately twitched. Luna's mental frequency suddenly shifted into thick envy.
Bianca... always Bianca. What's so special about that quiet nerd anyway?! Her uniform is buttoned all the way up to her chin, while I've shown off everything to get Raditya's attention. Is he into that Heptagram?! (Heptagram was Luna's strange nickname for Bianca).
"Bianca?" Raditya asked, trying to remain calm amidst the onslaught of Luna's envy, which he could almost taste like a sour tang on his tongue.
"Yes. Bianca is a true anomaly," Leo replied. "Our club has been observing her for months. In the middle of this school's 'Vibration X' storm, she's like a 'Silent Zone.' People near her usually lose their mental focus. It's as if there's something in Bianca's head sucking up the radio signals around her."
Leo leaned down, looking directly into Raditya's pupils. "I want to know, as the new antenna in this school, if you can pick up the 'noise' in Bianca's head, or if your signal will just go dead near her."
Raditya looked down for a moment. He realized one fundamental thing, his presence in this Absurd Paranormal Club would be the most dangerous journey of his life. They weren't as ridiculous as they appeared. Leo, Tio, and Luna were truth-seekers who were starting to catch the scent of his real abilities.
"Fine, I'm in for the research," Raditya said firmly. He tucked the blue bottle into his jacket pocket.
"Good choice, Rad," Luna whispered in his ear, her voice incredibly husky. "Because in this world full of filthy thoughts, only the crazy ones win. And I hope, our shared madness can 'produce' something far hotter than that lightning."
Luna's inner mind flared powerfully, showing a fleeting image of Raditya tearing her uniform apart on a meeting table covered in occult books.
Raditya immediately stood up from his chair. He felt his chest tighten from a mix of lust forcibly ignited in his brain and the secret tension he carried. He hurried out of the room, followed by a small chuckle from Leo that felt like a needle in his back.
Once the door of the old building closed behind him, Raditya leaned his head against the rough concrete wall. He was panting, the libido that had been throbbing wildly due to Luna's mental influence slowly began to relax as the fresh air brushed his face.
"Crazy club," Raditya sighed, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. "They know more about me than I do."
In the distance, he saw Bianca walking toward the school gate calmly, undisturbed by the "noise" he felt. Raditya realized that his path forward was no longer just navigating the perverted thoughts of people at school, but entering a real paranormal conspiracy.
That day, the club's inaugural meeting ended not with answers, but with thousands of new questions decorating the frequencies in his brain. One thing was certain, he was now a member of a group that viewed him not as an idol prince, but as a telepathic machine ready to explode at any moment.
Raditya quickened his pace home, ignoring the thought-radio of underclassmen girls still shouting admiration for his "jawline" which, according to their inner minds, could awaken even the most dormant lust. But inside his jacket pocket, the blue bottle Leo gave him felt heavy, a new symbol of the curse and the truth he had just accepted in this absurd "silence."
Night had only just begun, and the hallucination prince's thought-radio had just switched its channel to a frequency far darker, wilder, and more lethal than he could have ever imagined at the start of his day.
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Raditya swallowed hard. He realized he had to lie. Revealing his ability to hear their thoughts here would be the same as surrendering himself to their operating table."I... I didn't feel anything," Raditya began to make up a story. "Everything suddenly went dark. I just remember the sky turning electric blue, then my ears rang really loudly like there were a thousand mosquitoes flying in there. After that, I woke up in the infirmary looking like this."Tio noted Raditya's words with a skeptical face. Liar. He's lying. His brain emits strange theta waves every time he talks about the ringing. There's a secret he's hiding behind that K-pop idol face, Tio thought."Ringing, huh?" Leo leaned back. "Tio, show him the thought-wave data we picked up from the community radio next door during the ceremony yesterday."Tio turned one of his tube monitors. There appeared a frequency graph that spiked wildly right at the hour of the lightning incident."Looking at the pattern, this isn't an ordi
Chapter 22
The wooden door on the fourth floor of the old west wing groaned loudly as Raditya pushed it open. The air inside the room felt much heavier, as if the oxygen particles there had blended with the dust of ancient books, incense smoke masked by jasmine perfume, and the scent of overheated electronic circuits.The Absurd Paranormal Club’s meeting room was a systematic aesthetic mess. Flying saucer posters clashed with star constellation maps, several old tube monitors flickered with static noise, and a large round table with a cracked crystal ball placed in its center served as the room's center of gravity.Leo was sitting there, lighting a herbal cigarette that smelled like burning dry grass. Beside him, Tio was typing rapidly on a laptop covered in Illuminati stickers, while Luna sat cross-legged on a chair, her fingers busy twirling the ends of her hair as she stared at Raditya with an intensity that was almost predatory."Finally, Subject X arrives," Leo said, his voice husky yet fil
Chapter 21
The scent of stale hallway dust and lemon-scented floor cleaner provided a dull backdrop for Raditya as he shut his locker door with a soft thud. His head was still buzzing—a static symphony of the shallow thoughts of passing students. Some were thinking about discounts on running shoes, others were anxious about a pimple on their backside, and of course, the majority of the female students who crossed his path radiated waves of admiration for his new face that bordered on aggressive."Hey, Thunder Prince."The deep, raspy voice broke Raditya's concentration. He turned to find Leo, the President of the Absurd Paranormal Club, leaning against the wall in a self-consciously mysterious pose. His oversized trench coat—worn despite Jakarta's sweltering heat—made him look like a failed detective character from a 90s noir film."Leo," Raditya replied curtly, tightening his backpack straps. "What is it now?"Raditya tried to focus his "antennas." He strained his brain's circuitry to pierce th
Chapter 20
Raditya rested his forehead against the cold metal door of his locker, trying to dampen the throbbing in his temples. His encounter with Bianca in the library had truly drained his energy. The girl's silence wasn't just an absence of sound, but a vacuum that seemed to suck away his entire telepathic life force. However, just as he intended to step toward the school gate to go home, his mental radio crackled violently again.The signal came from the direction of the Chemistry lab hallway. It wasn't one, but three inner frequencies intersecting with a very serious, almost conspiratorial tone.Three o'clock. Behind the heavy equipment shed. Don't be late, or the portal will close before the negative emotions of the other students can fuel it, a heavy, vibrating inner voice entered Raditya's head. It belonged to Leo, the president of the school's strangest club, whose reputation was nothing more than an urban myth.Raditya frowned. His curiosity—or perhaps the absurd detective instinct th
Chapter 19
The wooden floor of the Merdeka High School library creaked softly under the sneakers Raditya was wearing—which now looked expensive, though they were actually just thrifted goods that suddenly looked classy when paired with his sturdy posture. The library was quiet that afternoon, save for the hum of an old AC struggling against the insane Jakarta heat.Raditya hid behind the "Flora & Fauna Encyclopedia" shelf, his eyes fixed on the desk in the corner near the large window covered by thin curtains. Bianca was sitting upright there. Her straight black hair partially covered her face as she looked down, engrossed in writing something in an antique-looking dark brown leather-bound journal.Since their last meeting, Raditya's curiosity about Bianca had turned into a tormenting obsession. Bianca was the only "blind spot" in his radar. Everyone else in this school was just a pile of dirty noise and transparent lust, but Bianca? She was an absolute void. A silence
Chapter 18
The lights of the Sky-Light rooftop cafe glowed dimly, reflecting off the cold glass table surface. Raditya sat with his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing arm muscles that were now veiny and solid. Ever since that bolt of lightning, his body no longer belonged to the frail nerd he once was. Across from him, Siska—a girl with shoulder-length hair and a shy smile—kept fidgeting with the end of her straw."You... you’ve really changed, Rad," Siska murmured, her face flushing under the orange glow of the lights. "Back then, I only ever dared to watch you from a distance in the library. Sitting across from you like this feels like a dream."Raditya gave a thin smile, a prince-like grin capable of paralyzing logic. However, behind that smile, his brain was screaming. The "mind-radio" inside his head was tuning into Siska's inner frequency at maximum volume."Oh my god, he is so hot! Look at that jawline, I just want to bite it. Does he use skin whitener? But how does he
