Game of Higher Hands - The Hidden Report 30

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The small research station becomes quieter after sunset.

I stay there longer than I planned.

Usually...

I would have already left.

A useless abandoned building.

A dead end.

But something keeps bothering me.

We were wrong.

Those words.

A group of researchers disappeared.

A station was abandoned.

And the last thing they left behind...

was not a warning.

It was an apology.

Wrong about what?

I walk back into the main room.

The computers are damaged.

Most files are gone.

But researchers usually leave backups.

Especially people studying something dangerous.

I check every remaining device.

Nothing.

Broken.

Deleted.

Until...

One computer in the corner suddenly turns on.

The screen flashes.

Emergency Backup File Found.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Well..."

"Finally."

I sit down.

The file name appears.

Ability Research Report 001

I open it.

The first page is simple.

"All abilities show different forms."

Below it are examples.

Fire.

Space.

Enhancement.

Mental abilities.

Different powers.

Different appearances.

Different users.

I continue reading.

Then I stop.

Because the next sentence changes everything.

"However, after multiple tests..."

"They possess the same source."

I stare at the screen.

"...Same source?"

I keep reading.

The researchers wrote:

"We believe abilities are not created."

"They are expressions."

"A person's understanding of a certain power creates a different ability form."

I lean back.

Interesting.

So...

fire users don't create fire.

Space users don't create space.

They are just using the same unknown thing.

But their minds interpret it differently.

I scroll down.

The next section catches my attention.

"Ability strength does not represent control."

"A higher level does not mean a higher limit."

"The true factor determining potential is..."

"The degree of fusion between human and power."

I become silent.

Fusion.

Not strength.

Not level.

Not the amount of energy.

The relationship between the person and the power.

I think about myself.

My ability.

At first...

I could only change small things.

Attack direction.

Movement.

But later...

it started changing.

Growing.

Like it was learning with me.

I look at my hands.

"...Interesting."

I continue.

Another file appears.

This one is damaged.

Most words are missing.

Only a few sentences remain.

"Do not attempt to contact the source."

I stop.

The source.

The same source mentioned before.

The next sentence appears.

"Our first attempt failed."

My expression changes.

Then:

"The second..."

The rest is broken.

Only one final line remains.

"It is no longer something humans can understand."

The screen freezes.

I don't move.

So the researchers tried to reach the source.

And something happened.

Something they couldn't explain.

I look around the abandoned station.

The monster bodies.

The explosions.

The empty rooms.

Suddenly...

this place feels different.

This wasn't just a research station.

It was a failure site.

I close the file.

Then another question appears.

Why was this never public?

If the government knew this information...

why didn't they tell everyone?

I search deeper.

Old communication records.

Government reports.

Research transfers.

Most files are encrypted.

But some remain.

I slowly understand.

The government knew.

Not everything.

But enough.

They knew abilities had a common source.

They knew the level system was incomplete.

They knew researchers tried to reach something dangerous.

And they hid it.

I laugh quietly.

"Of course."

The world changes.

People gain powers.

Monsters appear.

And the first thing governments do...

is control information.

Not surprising.

I look at the report again.

Ability is not creation.

It is interpretation.

Power is not everything.

Fusion matters.

The source exists.

And someone tried to touch it.

I stand up.

The answer creates more questions.

Just like always.

The archive.

The shards.

Abilities.

The source.

Everything is connected somehow.

I leave the computer behind.

Before leaving...

I look back at the research station.

A small forgotten place.

Nobody remembers it.

Nobody talks about it.

But inside...

it contains information that could change the world.

I step outside.

The wind blows.

I look at the sky.

"Looks like..."

"Everyone is hiding something."

I smile.

"Good."

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