Chapter 2: Is this Earth?

"Since the beggar could see it, it's not an illusion."

Meng Ke thought and looked at another passerby who had walked past. The mystery man went up and stood right in front of him.

Then, to Meng Ke's surprise, he passed through the illusion of the mysterious man as if he saw nothing.

　　Why?

Meng Ke was puzzled, the mysterious man pulled out a long, blood-colored sword and slashed down suddenly.

There was no sensation of the imagined pain, the passerby continued to walk as before. The phantom sword passed through the body without any hindrance.

Meng Ke turned to the beggar again, and for a moment, he wondered, why? Does he only get one use of his powers?

The mystery man walked towards the beggar again, lifted his feet and violently kicked him.

　　"Aaaah...! Who? Who kicked me again? !"The beggar rolled over and looked angrily toward the mysterious man was.

　　...

　　"...Where is the bathroom?"

　　...

　　"Over there."

　　...

Why did it work on this beggar, and not on others?

Meng Ke looked at his spiritual world, a tiny light glinted in the darkness, and an invisible spiritual thread connected to the beggar.

Was it because of the spirit thread connected to the illusion?

Meng Ke sensed the thread and suddenly cut it off.

Immediately, the beggar screamed in pain.

　　"Big brother, I was wrong! That's the bathroom over there, you turn left over there. Thank you...!"

Meng Ke glanced at him and looked at the passer-by, the mysterious man walked up again.

　　"Can I help you?"

The passerby looked suspiciously at the mystery man standing in front of them. This man was dressed in a strange costume, he should be a cosplayer.

　　Whew

Meng sighed with relief, thankfully that his ability was not a one-time thing. After disconnecting the thread from beggars, the passerby could see the mysterious man. That was to say, he needed to send out a spiritual thread to let others see the illusion?

He looked into his spiritual world, where the light of the beggar slowly melted into a blurry figure in the center.

In Meng Ke's perception, this blur figure should be the mysterious man.

The figure became clearer as the light melted in.

And then he looked at a new light, and the same thread that connected to the passer-by.

The passersby began to be impatient, just as he's leaving, the mysterious man asked: "Excuse me ...."

　　"...Is this earth?"

If you're walking down the road, a man in a weird costume suddenly asked you, is this earth?

　　...

Zhao Xian could not describe this feeling, either this was a joke or he was insane.

He secretly looked around, and Meng Ke hurriedly went invisible with the illusion. Zhao Xian only saw a shabby beggar sleeping in the corner, nothing else.

There must be cameras around!

With a scornful chuckle, Zhao Xian looked up and down at the mystery man contemptuously and joked:

"This is the M78 nebula. There is the Earth that you are looking for." As he spoke, he pointed randomly at a dim, twinkling star in the night sky.

The mysterious man nodded thoughtfully, he looked up at the star with deep eyes.

　　Aren't you looking for Earth? If you had the ability, go up there, really think you're god!

Zhao Xian smiled darkly, and continued to walk forward, passed by mysterious man.

　　These cosplayers are getting more and more ridiculous. He really thought......

　　Boom...!!

All of a sudden, a huge gust of wind blew up, crushing the air with an explosive sound.

Zhao Xian turned his head in horror and only to see a fading figure in the night sky, heading to the depth of the universe toward where the star was pointed......

　　"Shit .!!"

　　...

Back in the house, Meng Ke took out a pen and notebook from the drawer.

His mind was uncontrollably agitated, so he had to write down what he thought and analyze it slowly.

For one thing, his ability was more than just creating an illusion.

　　You could see the illusion, which meant it affected the sense of vision.

　　You could hear the illusion. That's the sense of hearing.

　　You could feel severe pain, that's the tactile sense.

　　He could smell the female ghost, which's the sense of smell.

　　As for taste......

　　A delicious-looking cream cake appeared on the table, Meng Ke took a bite.

　　The sweetness of cream instantly wrapped around his taste buds.

　　Sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste.

　　In this way, Meng Ke noted down the key points in his notebook.

　　[It affects five senses. ]

Meng Ke thought, the first time he used it, there was no effect on his mind. There was no mysterious energy in him. He had no idea what was being consumed.

　　And he wrote, "No consumption."

Then a question arose in Meng Ke's mind: If his ability was non-expendable, then the only thing that limited him were the range of distance and the number of spiritual threads.

If the distance was infinite, then the range was infinite.

Well, if he's enough spiritual threads, Meng Ke would already climb up the roof and shout.

　　"I am the king of the world!!"

He had a feeling that his ability should be useful only to people, who were connected by his spiritual thread.

In other words, in the eyes of the person to whom the illusion was applied, there was no limit to the distance and scope of his illusion.

But in the eyes of others, nothing could be seen.

In other words, this was a spiritual illusion, not a magic trick of light and props.

And that's why this illusion was affecting people's five senses, because everything was affecting the spirit of the person being casted.

　　However,

　　His powers should be more than that. Meng Ke recalled just now, the beggar was still sleeping, but his illusions had already appeared......

Reaching the end of the page, he turned to the next.

Meng Ke thought of the light in his spiritual world, the first was composed by the power of the beliefs from the beggar and along that line he could clearly feel what the other person felt.

Moreover, he could apply illusion around people through the spiritual thread, without having to be in the vicinity.

In this way, he could be safe and well hidden.

Moreover, the light could continuously absorb the power of the connected person's beliefs, and when those powers were sufficient, he could change illusion into reality.

But now he could only connect to one person, and he doesn't know how to increase the number of connections.

After reading what he had written from beginning to end, Meng Ke suddenly realized that he could change the world with his ability.

Immortality, flight, turning hands into clouds, turning hands into rain, as long as he can imagine, there was no impossibility .

But there was only one problem that was troubling him.

How could he increase the number of spiritual threads?

Rubbing his aching forehead, Meng Ke looked at the clock on the table, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

　　"Let's go to bed first and think about it tomorrow."

He took off his clothes to take a shower, climbed into the bed and fell asleep.