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At that moment, his colleague, Xiao Li, hurried past with a stack of documents in his arms. Lin Mo remembered that earlier that morning, Xiao Li had slipped on a puddle and fallen, scattering the papers everywhere, and had been harshly reprimanded by their boss.
"If only I could change this..." Lin Mo took a deep breath, focusing his mind, trying to trigger that strange sensation. At first, nothing happened, but just as Xiao Li was about to step on the puddle, a sharp pain suddenly shot through Lin Mo's forehead. Immediately after, his vision began to distort, as if everything around him was being pulled into a whirlpool.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing at the office entrance, as if time had rewound to just a few minutes earlier. Xiao Li was still rushing by with the documents, but this time, Lin Mo had already cleaned up the puddle on the floor.
Xiao Li safely walked past without any incident, and the papers remained intact. Lin Mo let out a sigh of relief but soon felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; the striation on his forehead seemed to become more pronounced.
"Indeed... I can really travel through time," Lin Mo felt a mix of excitement and fear in his heart. He knew he had gained an incredible ability, but the cost of that ability... seemed far from simple.
That evening, Lin Mo returned home, replaying everything that had happened during the day in his mind. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked down at the street below. The rain had stopped, and there were few pedestrians; the glow of the streetlights appeared particularly soft in the night.
However, just as he was about to close the curtains again, his gaze suddenly fixed on a shadow across the street below. It was a man dressed in a black trench coat standing under a streetlight, looking up at Lin Mo's window. Their eyes met in the air, and Lin Mo's heart raced. The man's face was hidden in shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression, but Lin Mo could feel a cold scrutiny in his gaze.
"Is he watching me?" Lin Mo instinctively took a step back, his heartbeat quickening. He quickly pulled the curtains shut and leaned against the wall, feeling disoriented.
"Could it be... what that person said on the phone is true? Am I really caught up in something significant?" Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Mo's mind as the striation on his forehead seemed to grow more pronounced, accompanied by a faint throbbing pain.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he had to uncover the truth behind all this. Whether it was the striation on his forehead, that mysterious phone call, or the man watching him from below—everything filled him with an unprecedented sense of crisis.
"I can't just sit back and wait..." Lin Mo murmured softly to himself, determination flashing in his eyes. He decided that starting tomorrow, he would actively investigate everything. Whether it was his ability or that so-called "Time Guardian," he needed answers.
Sitting at his desk at home with a pen in hand and an empty notebook spread out before him, Lin Mo noticed that strange striation on his forehead glimmering faintly under the desk lamp's light as if reminding him that his life had changed completely.
"If I can truly control time..." Lin Mo whispered to himself with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He understood that he had acquired an extraordinary ability, but its cost... seemed far from straightforward.
Taking another deep breath, he resolved to try using his ability once more. This time, he chose a simpler target—changing the temperature of a cup of coffee.
Lin Mo placed his hand on the coffee cup and closed his eyes to concentrate. Initially, nothing happened; just as he was about to give up, a sharp pain shot through the striation on his forehead again. Then his vision began to warp as if everything around him was being sucked into a vortex.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the kitchen holding a steaming cup of coffee. He glanced down at his watch; five minutes had rolled back.
"I did it..." A surge of excitement welled up within Lin Mo but was quickly followed by an intense headache; the striation on his forehead seemed even more pronounced now.
"Indeed, every time I use my ability there are side effects," he murmured softly to himself as confusion and unease filled his heart.
That night, Lin Mo had a strange dream.
In the dream, he stood in a desolate desert with a massive pyramid looming in the distance. The sky was overcast with dark clouds while fierce winds whipped up sand and dust obscuring everything around him. Lin Mo tried to move forward but felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground.
At that moment, a woman dressed in a white gown emerged from the swirling dust. Her features were indistinct but Lin Mo sensed profound sadness in her gaze.
"Who are you?" Lin Mo attempted to speak but found himself unable to make any sound.
The woman did not answer; she slowly raised her hand and pointed toward the distant pyramid. Following her gesture with his eyes, Lin Mo noticed that at the top of the pyramid was embedded a glowing stone strikingly similar to the striation on his forehead.
"What is that...?" A wave of inexplicable fear surged within Lin Mo.
The woman remained silent, slowly turning away and disappearing into the dust. Lin Mo attempted to chase after her, but his feet remained frozen in place. At that moment, a piercing buzzing sound emanated from the pyramid, and Lin Mo felt his body being pulled by a powerful force, his consciousness gradually fading.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in bed, his forehead faintly burning.
"What on earth is happening..." Lin Mo murmured to himself, filled with confusion.
The next morning, Lin Mo arrived at the office, the dream from the previous night replaying in his mind. He knew that the dream was somehow connected to his abilities, but he couldn't grasp its meaning.
Just as he was about to start working, his phone suddenly rang. Lin Mo picked it up and noticed it was another unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a moment, he answered the call.
"Lin Mo, you've begun using your abilities, haven't you?" The voice on the other end was cold and serious.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Lin Mo's voice trembled with a mix of anger and fear.
"I told you, I am a member of the Time Guardian," the caller paused for a moment. "Your ability is not a gift; it is a curse. Each time you use it, you accelerate your own collapse."
"Collapse? What do you mean?" Lin Mo's heart raced as he felt the heat intensifying on his forehead.
"You will understand," the voice carried a hint of pity. "Remember, do not use your abilities lightly; otherwise... you will pay an unbearable price."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Lin Mo standing there in shock, his mind in chaos. He knew that his life had changed irrevocably, and this was just the beginning.
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