Chapter 190: My Kryptonite



"What do you plan to do with me? Stay away! My husband will kill you if you do anything to me!" She began to struggle and shout threatening words, but I was so focused on the fact of my power not working ,that none of it mattered anyway.

Dealing with someone completely immune to my abilities posed a significant threat. I could understand why Alice had such immunity due to her title and hidden status, but this woman had no exceptional attributes or hidden abilities at all.

"Could it be an external factor?" I pondered quietly. It occurred to me that an object might be obstructing my abilities. If that was the case, it became important for me to identify what that thing was.

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"What are you doing? Please stop!" She began to scream as I slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her plain black bra and soft skin underneath

She had a large and somewhat saggy set of boobs, but they had their own unique allure. After all, they were the kind of breasts that had nurtured life, so in a way, you could call them "life-bearing nipples."

"You scum! Why are you doing this? Please stop, I'm old enough to be your mother!" She started using the "Mother Card," but that approach didn't really affect me. I mean, most teenagers nowadays have had a fantasy involving married women at least once in their lives. As for my past self, it was practically an hourly occurrence.

"Stop it!" She continued to protest, but her words were like empty air to me.

I was completely focused on the pendant around her neck. It appeared to be a simple silver pendant, but there was an engraved rock in it. It wasn't a precious gem, just an ordinary looking rock.

However, for some inexplicable reason, my heart started racing the moment I saw it.

"What is this thing?" I muttered aloud as I attempted to touch the rock in the pendant to get a closer look.

[System: Danger!]

'What on earth is this rock? How can it disable my powers?' I muttered, clicking my tongue in annoyance.

"Hey, tell me, where did you get this rock?" I turned my head to Tia and asked.

"My husband gifted it to me. He said it has healing properties and advised me to always wear it close to my skin," she began, providing the information I was looking for.

"Do you know what kind of rock this is?" I inquired.

"My husband called it a moon rock," she responded.

"A moon rock? You mean a rock from our moon? Are you sure?" I sought clarification.

She shook her head.

I quickly opened my phone to search for information about this "moon rock". I hope that it was not just a common stone found on Earth.

[A moon rock is a fragment of rock or mineral that was collected from the surface of the Moon during various Apollo missions conducted by NASA between 1969 and 1972. ]

As I continued reading, I discovered that Moon Rocks were indeed rare, but NASA possessed a substantial amount, totaling 382 kilograms. This amount might seem small compared to the moon's total weight, but it was certainly sufficient to create countless "ANTI-LINK ROCKS."

For now, I decided to refer to this rock as an "ANTI-LINK ROCK."

"To think that my greatest weakness was just right above me every night," I sighed to myself. I couldn't afford to let anyone know about this. It would be catastrophic if someone discovered my vulnerability.

But not all hope was lost. I still had other powers, and they might work on the stone. With that in mind, I attempted to concentrate my mind on the moon rock. My perspective turned blue as I could see the energy around me. With a deliberate thought, I conjured an invisible hand to lift the moon rock.

Fortunately, it did work. The moon rock was not able to disable my telekinesis this time, which was good news. I had been worried that it would, and if that had happened, even a bullet coated with moon rock could potentially be a lethal threat to me.

'I need to increase my Mind Power as soon as possible to protect myself,'. It was a relief that I had discovered my weakness now, rather than in the midst of an actual battle, where it could have led to a huge blunder.