Transcendent Dawn

In a classroom somewhere, Dr. Smith, a psychology professor, was lecturing to the bewildered freshmen about the subject of psychology.

As he was about to continue, with an amused smile at the students attentively listening to his lecture, he caught sight of several men in black waiting at the door, his expression freezing.

“Now… let’s take a break, please review the R-11 case I mentioned earlier, I’ll ask questions when I return.”

With an apologetic smile, he left the classroom.

“Dr. Smith, we need your help!”

A man in black sunglasses, presented an ID: “Federal Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, you must come with us.”

The Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, a newly established department by the Federation after the appearance of the ‘Ancient God’, was granted top-level authorization by the president and Congress, it could control the media, telecommunications, and even command the military to assist. The power was frighteningly great.

So, after confirming this, Dr. Smith had no choice but to abandon his class and be ushered into a black car.

“All right, all right…” His slightly wrinkled face was a bit red with anger; he was very displeased with the agents’ rough manners: “What do you need me to do?”

“Doctor, please take a look at this first.”

An agent handed him a file.

Dr Smith took one glance and chuckled in disbelief: “Mass nightmares? Are you joking with me?”

“Doctor, the Federation is giving us full support, not just to joke with you, we want to seek your expertise, to substantiate this possibility…”

The agent responded expressionlessly.

This atmosphere made Dr. Smith’s expression gradually turn serious, he meticulously examined every word in the document, and after a long while, he answered: “No individual, no organization can hypnotize the entire world at the same time… unless he is God!”

“But the fact is… it happened that way. Some very bad situations, spreading all over the world…”

The agent said, “Assuming it exists, it does indeed exist, we have collected many ‘cases’ that need to be investigated and ‘treated’… You are an expert in this field, we invite you to join our treatment expert group, to provide advice to clinical doctors.”

“Invitation?”

Dr. Smith muttered, “How polite… But I have to say, this successfully aroused my interest… Collective nightmares? Doesn’t sound that bad.”

Although human understanding of the mind is still very shallow, any consciousness has to rely on the brain to occur.

Therefore, when pushed to a dead-end, destroying relevant components would solve the problem, even if it results in severe side effects.

He glanced at the expressionless agent, suddenly realizing that the latter would not hesitate to attempt such forbidden techniques as ‘Brain Lobe White Matter Removal Surgery’, which sent a chill down his spine.

…

“Say that again, you moron!”

Meanwhile, inside the headquarters of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs.

A file was fiercely thrown at Agent Louis.

The bureau director, a trim middle-aged black man, was yelling at his subordinates: “You tell me… Dr. Suvit, under the surveillances of many agents, vanished from a heavily guarded lab? And took away the most important ‘File One’? Is your brain located where your butt is?”

‘File One’ is code for the Ancient God photo.

“I’m sorry… boss, we urgently checked all the monitoring, as well as past information, and also interrogated Suvit’s assistant, we found out that that fellow deliberately hid some findings and progress from us, it possibly has something to do with superpower!”

Louis did not retort, knowing that it would be useless to argue, he could only honestly state the facts.

“Superpower?”

The black director sat down, rubbing his temples, without retorting.

A cosmic intelligent giant creature codenamed ‘Ancient God’ can exist, it does not seem impossible for superpowers to appear.

Although… many scientists have already been sent to psychiatric sanatoriums due to their worldviews collapsing.

“Yes, and… it is a power that we can acquire.”

Agent Louis started the video: “Boss, you should watch this, after watching it, you’ll know it’s not because our guys didn’t try hard enough, instead… they are facing an unconventional enemy. We… weren’t prepared!”

The video was surveillance footage from the lab.

The black director saw the white-coated Dr. Suvit in the video, who, using his privileges, went straight into the core of the lab and took the ‘Ancient God photo’.

But the lab naturally had a security system. As he left the restricted area with the photo, the alarm lights lit up, an elite team blocked the passage, starting the capture.

Under these circumstances, not to mention ordinary people, even a well-trained agent could not escape.

The black director stared at the video, his eyes gradually widened.

In the video, Dr. Suvit smiled strangely, and then, the entire person slowly… disappeared?

“Director, you see, this is not special effects, but real… he possess invisibility, this is a completely new discovery… mutate humans! Transcendents, no longer things of movies, they live among us.”

Louis’ voice was a bit excited.

“I remembered, our elite forces, were equipped with infrared imagers a long time ago, right?”

The black director spoke in a deep voice: “Or are you telling me, his invisibility, is complete disappearance?”

“Not… In fact, although Dr. Suvit’s actions initially caused us to panic, but it was quickly discovered.”

Louis pulled out another video.

It was a scene of an elite security team armed to the teeth suddenly clutching their ears and falling to the ground.

“Just as we had located Dr. Suvit and were about to make the arrest, this happened.”

Louis sighed: “This was the last opportunity, it’s a pity, we missed it.”

“This is… a sonic weapon?”

A look of doubt came over Suvit’s face.

“No… according to the victims, what they heard was an indescribable… language!”

Agent Louis shook his head: “Such language is indescribable, just hearing it, plunged them into states of paralysis, pain, and so on… And many of them have not yet recovered, they need to be sent to a sanatorium for treatment. The doctors’ reports are not optimistic, they have severe post-traumatic stress disorder, it is doubtful they will be able to perform their previous duties in the future.”

“The Federation will give them retirement pensions.”

The black director’s expression turned cold: “Even if you have a reason, I don’t need reasons. All I need is for you to capture Suvit, bring back File One! At all costs!”

“Yes, sir!”