Under the thick ink-like haze of doomsday, the shelter was like a lonely boat in a storm, struggling to maintain the hope of survival under the leadership of Ryan and Clare. The supernaturals are undoubtedly the most solid shield on this lonely boat, the key to guarding the light of hope. Among them, Catherine possesses the psychic control ability, which is like a double-edged sword, not only contains great potential, but also lurks a chilling danger.
Catherine, a seemingly weak girl, has a pair of deep and mysterious eyes, as if hiding endless secrets. At first, her mind control ability can only be used on small mutated creatures, and the effect on human movement is only fleeting. However, as the crises around the sanctuary continued to come in like a raging tide, and the threat grew, Catherine clearly realized that the only way to build a stronger defense for everyone was to try to expand the range and strength of her mind control.
Ryan and Clare were filled with mixed emotions after hearing Catherine's thoughts. On the one hand, they were glad for Catherine's courage and sense of responsibility, knowing that if she succeeded, this ability would become a sharp weapon against the enemy; but on the other hand, they were worried because once the mental control ability went out of control, the consequences would be simply unimaginable, just like opening Pandora's Box, and the disaster would spread like a flood. So, after careful consideration, they decided to assist Catherine in her attempts under close monitoring.
Catherine's training path began with deep mind control over a single target. For this training, they carefully selected a mutant dog that had undergone special training and possessed a strong resistance ability. This mutant dog was large in size, with muscles as tight as hard stone, glistening in the sunlight. Its fierce gaze was like two burning flames, vigilantly scanning everything around it, as if it was ready to attack any approaching object, exuding a chilling aggressiveness.
Catherine stood a few meters away from the mutant dog, and she took a slightly shaky breath in an attempt to calm herself down, before slowly closing her eyes. At this moment, she began to focus her mental power, like a lone explorer trying to find a path to connect with the mutant dog's mind in the darkness. At first, the mutant dog seemed to be keenly aware of the difference, and it began to pace back and forth restlessly, each step carrying a kind of power that was poised to be released, and a low, muffled growl emitted from its throat, which echoed in the silent training ground as if it was a warning from hell. Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped from Catherine's forehead, which slid down her cheeks as a visualization of the immense pressure she was enduring. She could clearly feel the mutant dog's strong sense of resistance that was like a brick wall, which was like a raging wave that kept hitting her mental defenses.
However, Catherine did not have the slightest thought of giving up, she was like a persistent mariner, holding the rudder tightly in the midst of the stormy waves. She constantly adjusted her mental frequency, as if groping for the tightly closed door to her goal in a dark labyrinth. Each attempt was like trudging through a thorny bush, full of hardship and pain. After a long and torturous effort, she finally found a breakthrough. At that moment, it was as if she saw a ray of light piercing through the darkness. She could feel the originally manic mind of the mutant dog gradually becoming docile under her spiritual tentacles, like a ferocious beast being tamed. When Catherine opened her eyes again, the mutant dog was already lying quietly on the ground, the ferocity in its eyes disappearing without a trace, replaced by a docile, obedient look, as if it had become Catherine's faithful companion.
This success was like a beam of light in the darkness, making Catherine's confidence burn like a flame. But she knew in her heart that this was only the first step in a long journey, and that there were still countless difficulties and obstacles waiting for her. The next challenge was to control multiple targets at the same time, a huge leap from crossing a stream to crossing a rough sea.
Ryan and Clare had prepared a small group of mutant rats for Catherine. These mutant rats were densely clustered together, forming a creepy black sea. Although their individual strength was insignificant, they were incredibly numerous, and they moved quickly and irregularly, just like a group of ghosts from the dark abyss, making it hard to catch them.
Catherine stood on the training ground again, this time facing such a huge and chaotic group of mutant rats, and a nervousness surged in her heart. Although her eyes remained resolute, her hands trembled slightly, showing her deep-seated uneasiness. She took a deep breath and began to release her spiritual power, attempting to cover the entire rat herd with this invisible force like a huge and fine net.
However, the development of things far exceeded her expectations. The minds of the mutant rats were as if they were a mess, each fighting on their own without any order. Some of the mutant rats sensed the danger and tried to flee in panic; some were enraged by the spiritual power emanating from Catherine and rushed towards her like mad. Catherine's spiritual energy began to become a bit scattered under the impact of this chaotic swarm of rats, and she felt like her head was being struck hard by a sledgehammer, a headache coming on. However, she clenched her teeth and endured the severe pain, trying to maintain her mental control, just like a tower keeper trying to guard a lighthouse in a storm.
At this critical moment in the nick of time, Ryan was keenly aware of Catherine's predicament. He quickly commanded several other psychics to come and assist Catherine. Among them, Harry, who possessed wind ability, stepped forward, and he danced with his hands, chanting under his breath as he performed his ability. In an instant, a gentle wall of wind formed around Catherine. This wind wall looked light, but it had a strong power, it was like a loyal guard, blocking out those mutant rats that rushed over, buying valuable time for Catherine. At the same time, Olivia, who possessed water ability, also acted, she waved her hands, and some small puddles instantly appeared on the ground. These puddles looked ordinary, but they had a magical effect, once those mutant rats that tried to get close to Catherine stepped into the puddles, they would be deeply sunk into them, and their actions became sluggish, just like trapped beasts caught in a quagmire.
With the help of her teammates, Catherine gradually stabilized her position. She refocused her spirit and turned it into several strands of tough silk threads, carefully establishing connections with different mutant rats respectively. This process was like building a fragile bridge in the middle of a gale, requiring an extremely high level of concentration and skill. Slowly, a magical scene appeared, the mutant rats began to become organized, they no longer acted chaotically like before, but under Catherine's mental instructions, they gradually gathered together and formed a neat square formation, as if they were a well-trained army.
This attempt made Catherine profoundly understand one thing: on her difficult path of expanding her mind control, teamwork was like a lighthouse that illuminated the way forward for her, and was an indispensable and important force. However, at the same time, she also clearly realized that this control had consumed a large amount of her mental power, and it was difficult to sustain such control, just like an oil lamp, the more it burned, the faster the oil was consumed. Thus, finding a way to boost her spiritual power became her next pressing problem.
In the sanctuary's library, which was like a treasure trove of knowledge, mountains of ancient books and information might hide the answers she needed. Like a traveler searching for water in the desert, Catherine tirelessly searched for clues in these ancient documents. Finally, she found some ancient records about spiritual cultivation, which were like precious treasures, in which a special form of meditation was mentioned, which was said to be able to enhance one's spiritual power like nourishing the parched land. Catherine was like a treasure, and she couldn't wait to start her meditation training according to the methods in the ancient books.
Every morning, when the first rays of sunlight were still making their last struggle against the darkness and had yet to fully penetrate the thick layer of night, Catherine would quietly make her way to a quiet corner of the sanctuary. It seemed like the end of the world, so quiet that only her own breathing could be heard. She sat cross-legged and adjusted her breathing, allowing her mind to gradually become as calm as a still lake. In her meditation, she imagined that her spiritual energy was like a large, vibrant tree, its roots constantly rooting deeper into the ground, drawing nutrients from the earth, and its branches stretching towards the sky, bathing in sunlight and rain. As time passed, she could clearly feel her spiritual power gradually increasing, the feeling was like a long-drought land being moisturized and giving new life.
While Catherine was concentrating on improving her spiritual power, the situation outside the shelter was becoming more and more critical, like the dark clouds before a storm, gathering denser and denser. A group of powerful mutant creatures driven by a mysterious force, like locusts crossing the border, frequently attacked the surrounding small shelters. Each attack was accompanied by bloodshed and destruction, and those small shelters were like fragile sand castles that quickly collapsed under the impact of the mutant creatures. These mutant creatures didn't just target these small shelters, they gradually approached the shelter where Catherine and the others were, and the heavy footsteps sounded like a countdown to death.
Ryan and Clare were well aware of the gravity of the situation, and they decided to speed up Catherine's training process in the hope that she would be able to master more powerful mind control abilities before the crisis erupted like a volcanic eruption. It was like a race against time, and every second was crucial.
Catherine began to attempt mind control on higher level mutant creatures, which was undoubtedly a challenge fraught with danger, like scaling a cliff face with her bare hands. The target this time was a partially intelligent mutant wolf. This mutant wolf was huge, just like a moving hill. Its gray fur color seemed like the gloom of doom, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura. Its eyes flashed with a cunning light, a light of wisdom that surpassed ordinary beasts, showing that it was by no means easy to deal with. Not only did it run as fast as lightning and could disappear from your vision in an instant, but it also had a certain tactical sense and knew how to find the enemy's weaknesses, making it an extremely tricky opponent.
Catherine stood on the special training ground, facing this ferocious and incomparable mutant wolf, she could clearly hear her heart beating faster, as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. However, she quickly adjusted her mindset, like a warrior about to go on an expedition, took a deep breath, and began to exert mental control. The mutant wolf seemed to have sensed Catherine's intentions as well, and instead of panicking like ordinary prey, it quickly ran around Catherine. Its figure was like a gray lightning bolt, forming a blur of light around Catherine, trying to use it to disrupt Catherine's mental power and prevent her from concentrating. Catherine stared tightly at the mutant wolf, her eyes revealing unwavering determination as she released powerful spiritual waves that swept towards the mutant wolf like surging ocean waves.
A fierce spiritual battle began. The mutant wolf's mental resistance was tenacious beyond imagination, as it continuously launched mental impacts at Catherine, and the power was like a sharp spear, stabbing into Catherine's mind over and over again. Catherine only felt a wave of dizziness, as if the entire world was spinning, and countless heavy shadows appeared in front of her eyes. But at this critical moment, her mind floated back to those familiar faces in the shelter, those eyes full of hope and trust, remembering the responsibility she shouldered to protect everyone. These images were like a bright light, illuminating the courage in her heart. Her eyes became more determined, like the brightest stars in the night sky. She concentrated all her mental strength like a clenched fist and fought the mutant wolf to the death.
Just as Catherine was about to lose her support, Clare arrived at the training ground like an angel. Clare possessed a special soothing psychic ability, and her arrival was like a warm sun shining into the dark abyss. She gently placed her hand on Catherine's shoulder, transferring her psychic ability to Catherine like a trickle. With Clare's help, it was as if Catherine had gained new strength and was revitalized. Her spiritual energy became stronger, like a flame that burned brighter, and she once again launched a fierce attack on the mutant wolf.
Under the combined efforts of Catherine and Clare, the mutant wolf was finally brought under control. Its eyes, which were originally full of cunning and aggression, became dull, stopped resisting, and obediently fell to the ground. This victory was like the dawn in the darkness, allowing Catherine and the entire sanctuary to see the dawn of hope. But they also knew clearly that this was just the tip of the iceberg, and a bigger challenge was waiting for them like a giant beast hidden in the deep sea. As the threat of mutated creatures snowballs, the sanctuary decides to send out a scouting team to scout out the enemy in order to better deal with the upcoming crisis.
Catherine joins the scouting team as a key member, knowing the importance of her mission, and that her mind control abilities will be key to gaining intelligence on the enemy. The scouting team cautiously traveled through a once prosperous city that was now in ruins. There were ruins everywhere, and the cracks on the broken walls were like wounds in the earth, silently telling of the cruelty of the end. All kinds of mutated creatures roamed around, their figures looming among the ruins, as if they were the ghosts of this land of death. Catherine maintained a high level of vigilance at all times, her spiritual power was like an invisible radar net, constantly scanning the surrounding environment, not sparing any hint of wind and grass. Suddenly, the scouting team encountered a group of enemy patrols. These enemies wore strange protective suits, the material of which shone with a metal-like luster and looked indestructible.
They were armed with advanced weapons, the muzzles of which reflected an icy cold light in the sunlight, as if they were the scythes of the God of Death. Their eyes were filled with coldness and vigilance, just like a group of emotionless killing machines. The reconnaissance team quickly hid themselves, but were still keenly discovered by the enemy. The battle was imminent and the tension was like a drawn bowstring.
Catherine knew that the battle could not be allowed to expand, or the enemy would likely track down the location of the shelter, and that would be an extinction. She decided to try to defuse the crisis by attempting to mind control the enemy. She quietly approached the enemy like a cheetah lurking in the darkness. Then, she carefully released her mental power and tried to invade the enemy's minds. However, these enemies' mental defenses were very strong, probably after special training, and their minds were like a heavily guarded fortress.
Catherine's mind control only worked on some of these enemies, and it was not very effective, like a breeze trying to blow Peyton, just in vain. In the midst of the battle, the members of the scouting team show a tenacious will to fight.
Wayne, who possessed strength powers, his strong body was like a tower of iron. He wielded a huge metal rod that brought up a whistling wind sound with every swing, and that metal rod was as light as a toy in his hands. He swatted away enemies that approached like flies, and those that were hit flew away like rag dolls. Oscar, who possessed the Flame Ability, then opened his hands and spewed out roaring flames from his mouth.
That flame was like a roaring dragon, sweeping towards the enemies, blocking their attacks and turning their advance route into a sea of fire. But the enemy's firepower was too fierce, their attacks were as dense as rain, and the scouting team gradually fell into a predicament, as if they were tightly trapped by a huge net.
Catherine's heart was burning with anxiety, she knew that if she couldn't turn the situation around soon, everyone would be in danger. She concentrated her mental power once again, trying to break through the enemy's mental defenses.
At this tense moment, she suddenly realized that the enemies were communicating with each other through a special signal. This discovery was like a ray of light in the darkness, and she had the bright idea of interfering with the enemy's communication signal through her mental control.
The enemies were immediately thrown into chaos, they were like ants that had lost their command, not knowing what to do. The reconnaissance team took the opportunity to get rid of the enemy's pursuit, just like a bird escaping from a hunter's trap. This reconnaissance operation made Catherine profoundly realize that for human enemies, mind control required a more ingenious method and could not be as simple and rough as with mutated creatures.
After she returned to the refuge, she immediately worked with Ryan, Clare and other researchers, devoting herself to the study of mind control techniques against humans. They discovered that human mental defenses were closely related to their beliefs, emotions, and thought patterns.
Everyone's heart is like a complex labyrinth, and factors such as beliefs and emotions are the key clues in the labyrinth. If one could find the enemy's psychological weaknesses, one could be more effective in mind control just like finding the exit of a maze. Catherine began to learn psychology knowledge hungrily, trying to analyze her enemies' psychological state from their behaviors, just like a detective searching for the truth from clues. In the course of her research, Catherine met a wise man named Professor Chen.
Professor Chen used to be a famous psychologist, and he had a deep understanding of human psychology, as if the world of human mind was his most familiar home. Like an experienced mentor, Professor Chen helped Catherine develop a set of mind control programs for different types of human enemies. The program was like a specially made key that corresponded to different types of mental locks.
According to the program, Catherine began to conduct simulation training. They got some volunteers to play the role of enemies, and these volunteers carefully simulated different psychological states and belief backgrounds. By carefully observing their behavior, language and expressions, Catherine tried to apply different methods of mind control, like a skilled craftsman tuning his tools. In one simulation, the volunteer who played the role of the enemy was a man with strong religious beliefs.
Catherine initially tried to mind control him directly, but found that this would cause him to strongly resist, as if touching the most sensitive nerves in his heart. So, Catherine patiently learned about the teachings and core values of his religion through conversations with volunteers. Then, she skillfully combined her mind control with his faith, just like building a bridge between two different worlds. Eventually, she succeeded in influencing the volunteer's behavior, making him act according to Catherine's instructions, like a shepherd guiding his flock.
As she continued to master the techniques of human mind control, Catherine's abilities were further enhanced. However, she also always cautioned herself that this ability could not be abused and must be used within the framework of morality and ethics, otherwise it would turn into a demon that harmed humans.
Meanwhile, the preparations for the shelter's defense were being carried out in a tense and orderly manner. Ryan and Clare organized the Alterans to strengthen the refuge's defensive facilities, they reinforced the walls, set up traps, and arranged defensive lines, just like putting on layer after layer of armor for the refuge. At the same time, they also trained ordinary survivors in combat skills, so that everyone could take up arms to defend their homes in times of crisis. Catherine also actively participated in this, she used her mind control ability to help train the survivors to improve their psychological quality and will to fight, just like a spiritual mentor guiding them towards bravery and strength.
During one of the training sessions, Catherine noticed a young survivor named Ming, who was always timid, hesitant and fearful during the combat simulations.
While the other survivors bravely rushed towards the enemy and showed resilience, Ming often flinched back, afraid to take a step. His body trembles as if he is filled with endless fear and anxiety about fighting.
A wave of worry welled up in Catherine's heart as she observed this. She knew that if she didn't help Ming overcome this fear, it would be very difficult for him to survive a real battle. So, she decided to take action to help Ming.
Catherine walked over to Ming and said softly, "Ming, I noticed that you were acting a little scared in the battle simulation. But don't worry, everyone gets like that at times." Ming lifted his head and looked at Catherine with a gleam of gratitude and hope in his eyes.
Catherine continued, "We're all here to grow together and support each other. If you want, I can help you find some ways to overcome your fears and become stronger." Ming nodded slightly, indicating his willingness to be helped.
From that day on, Catherine began training with Ming. She taught him how to control his breathing, relax his muscles, and taught him some basic fighting techniques. At the same time, she encouraged Ming to face his fears and gradually increased his chances of participating in real combat simulations.
Over time, Ming gradually overcame his fears. He began to learn to trust his own abilities and face his enemies with courage. Although he still feels nervous, he is no longer bound by his fear and strives to overcome it.
Eventually, Ming makes significant progress in the combat simulation. His movements became decisive and powerful, and his eyes were full of confidence and determination. Catherine's heart was filled with relief when she saw the changes in Ming.
Through this experience, Catherine realized how important it was to help others overcome difficulties. It not only saves lives, but also develops stronger and braver warriors. As for Ming, this experience became a turning point in his life, turning him from a timid and cowardly survivor into a brave and fearless warrior.