My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 154: Telekinetic Body User!

In front of him was a soldier in a metal suit with a gun in his hand that shone with a red light.

Zarek looked at the soldier and spoke in the faintest voice:

"Where am I?"

The soldier replied in a mocking tone:

"This is the Mine, kid. Be prepared for the worst."

He spoke with a smirk, then turned around and left, closing the door behind him and casting one last malicious smirk in Zarek's direction.

Zarek tried to move around; however, the cuffs on his hands and legs were firmly attached, with electromagnetic waves occasionally zapping him whenever he used even an iota of strength.

His eyes flashed with a calculative gaze.

At this time, a small mini door to the cell opened, and from it came food: a simple, cold, hard bread.

"Hmm?" Zarek raised his brows in surprise and crawled his way to the bread.

"I am supposed to eat without the support of my hand," he thought, then opened his mouth and silently ate the bread.

He was no warrior and didn't think much about eating like an animal.

The only sound to escape his lips was a chuckle as the noise of the cold bread being eaten echoed around him, almost reverberating.

After he ate the last bits of it, he burped in satisfaction and just laid on the ground, patiently waiting.

Then, after just a few minutes, a soldier opened the door and walked in front of him.

"You are surprisingly obedient."

"I can't escape this place. Why should I waste my time here?" His shoulders slumped to the ground, carefree and lazy in tone.

"Haha, you wouldn't be so nonchalant after doing an honest day of work, brat."

The soldier grinned with uncontrollable malice and opened the chains around his legs, allowing him free mobility.

"What makes you think that I will instantly kill you or take you hostage?" Zarek, freed from his chains, spoke with narrowed eyes.

"Try me then, brat."

The soldier shrugged with nonchalance and opened his arms as if inviting him to kill him.

Zarek looked at the soldier but didn't act. To him, this soldier might seem strong; however, he was nothing in front of him. But seeing the unfounded confidence, there was definitely something fishy about it…

…or not?

With his legs finally free, Zarek grinned.

"Alright."

"Huh?" The soldier blinked, confusion flickering in his eyes. But before he could process the danger, an invisible force crashed into him like a tidal wave, hurling him into the air.

His limbs flailed, struggling violently.

Zarek's eyes narrowed, honing in on the man's neck. His voice dropped to an icy whisper:

"Die."

Snap.

A sickening crack tore through the room.

Blood exploded in a violent geyser, painting the walls, the floor, everything.

The crimson spray drenched Zarek in an instant, warm and metallic.

A moment later, the man's head hit the ground with a chilling thud.

The sound echoed ominously through the space.

"Eh?" Even Zarek froze, a stunned look crossing his face. He stared at the severed head, dumbfounded.

"Just like that... he's dead?"

For a moment, he took a breath to recollect his thoughts.

"Why was he so confident?"

Soon, his question was answered as a Level Nine Telekinetic human entered the room and looked at the severed corpse.

The Level Nine Telekinetic human was shirtless, with a muscular body and countless battle-hardened scars while wearing a pair of military pants.

He turned toward Zarek and spoke in a cold tone:

"Brat, you are dead."

"Hmm?" Zarek furrowed his brow and spoke sheepishly, "It was a misunderstanding. I accidentally killed him."

"You mistakenly killed the soldier…!?" The shirtless man raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, this was completely a misunderstanding."

Zarek nodded, as if to confirm the shirtless man's inquiry.

"Really?" The shirtless man scoffed and looked at the soldier's body with disdain. "However, he died in my presence, so take responsibility, brat."

The man vanished in place, disappearing almost instantaneously.

Zarek's grin never left his face as he spread his Telekinesis outward.

Although the man was invisible to his eyes, Telekinetically he could still detect him as if he were standing in broad daylight.

However, before he could react, the man was already upon him and punched directly at his guts.

Cough!

Zarek immediately kneeled down, coughing blood. He cried out loud in pain:

"Ahhhh…"

His internal organs almost felt completely re-rendered just from that simple punch.

"Brat, do you know what a Telekinetic Body user is?"

The shirtless man smirked. He grabbed Zarek's hair and forced him to look into his eyes. Looking into the boundless blue pupils without a shred of fear, the shirtless man spoke:

"I like your eyes, brat. Are you not afraid of me?"

He raised his leg and directly kicked Zarek's head, sending him flying through the air.

Zarek landed on the ground with a cold thud.

Blood dripped from his head, forming a small puddle beneath him.

Zarek slowly raised his head with heavy breaths and lay on the ground, looking at the cold ceiling as his chest heaved up and down rapidly.

But Zarek didn't have any fear in his heart; instead, there was excitement in his eyes.

While his body was injured, it was healing rapidly at the same time—and growing stronger as well.

Adapting.

His body was gradually getting stronger.

"Oi, oi, you are a strange brat." The shirtless man walked up to him and crouched down to his level, looking at him with a strange gaze.

"How are you so excited instead of afraid or even in pain?"

"You wouldn't understand, old man," Zarek said with a grin while coughing.

"Oh, I wouldn't understand?"

The shirtless man smirked at him, stood up, raised his leg, and started kicking him right in the head, delivering concussion after concussion.

"Ahhh—"

Zarek screamed in agony and pain.

At first, the pain was unbearable, but after some time, he had already adapted to it and his skull became thick…

So thick that even with the kicks of the shirtless man, there was almost no effect to him.