Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

"Let's start where we left off yesterday," said Edgar, but before he could continue speaking, Luke interrupted him.

"Before that I have a query," said Luke.

"What is it?" asked Edgar, a little curious.

"When I was reading books in school, I discovered that I have a photographic memory. Just reading a book once was enough for me to remember it perfectly. However, it's not the same with memories from many years ago," Luke began, not noticing that Edgar's eyes widened like saucers.

"Which is why I was wondering if you have any method of managing to remember events from many years ago," said Luke.

"Did you say photographic memory!?" asked Edgar, suddenly approaching Luke.

"Huh? Yes, photographic memory," replied Luke, backing away.

The door to the room opened, and in walked Natasha, who seemed to have been listening to the conversation. Although in reality, she could only hear Luke talking alone.

The redhead looked with surprise and dumbfounded at Luke, who was staring at her without understanding why she had entered.

Was she spying on him so he wouldn't waste his time? Could be. She couldn't let Luke waste time with his new MacBook or his new cell phone.

"Did you say photographic memory?" asked Natasha in a calmer tone, getting on the bed and standing very close to Luke.

'Why is everyone getting so close? Don't violate my personal space,' thought Luke with a grimace. To his left was the ghost of his great-great-grandfather, and to the right was Natasha.

"Yeah. What's wrong with me saying photographic memory?" asked Luke.

"Photographic memory means you have a Blue Aura!" replied Natasha and Edgar excitedly.

"That means you inherited your father's and your mother's Aura. She had a photographic memory too," said Natasha excitedly, and Edgar nodded repeatedly.

"What seriously...?" said Luke with a surprised look on his face. He had realized quite some time ago that he had a photographic memory. When did he become aware of this ability?

'I think it was when I was ten years old... When I had to memorize some stupid chart they gave me at school,' thought Luke with a strange look on his face.

The board wasn't difficult at all. At most, he would need two or three tries to do it, but just one would suffice.

"It's amazing... The cases of inheriting the two Auras are very strange," said Natasha, taking Luke's cheeks with her delicate hands and looking at him as if he were an alien.

Luke felt his heart start to beat faster. Why was this beauty so trusting? Did all key mistresses act this way?

People with two Auras were very rare. Even in the Poe Family that had hundreds of years of history. There were less than ten. Luke joined this exclusive group.

"You must train your Blue Aura. It will be very useful to us in our revenge against the Spellman Family," Natasha said with an evil grin. She could see the day when Luke would fulfill the revenge closer than before.

"Yes..." said Luke as Natasha walked towards the door and let him continue his training.

"Why is photographic memory cataloged in the Blue Aura? What does it have to do with telepathy?" asked Luke, looking at Edgar.

"The Blue Aura is associated with the mind, intelligence, and mental capacity. Photographic memory like telepathy is associated with the mind and perception," replied Edgar.

"I thought all psychic abilities had to do with the mind," said Luke confused.

"The focuses are different. You move objects with your mind you use your Focus eyes to channel your psychic energy. In contrast, a person with a blue Aura uses the Focus brain," explained Edgar.

Knowing that Luke possessed two Auras a very rare case among psychics, he began his Blue Aura-specific training. Although Edgar did not have a Blue Aura, he was able to train Luke with no problems. He was not the first Blue Aura individual he had trained.

A month passed. Both trainings were on very good track. Natasha was still as demanding, but Luke this month noticed changes. His physical endurance had improved a lot compared to the beginning, and he had learned basic movements of the martial art taught by Natasha.

What Natasha said was true. The body of an outcast was much stronger than that of a normie. He trained every day for two hours and did not need rest days like normal people. Also, his growth was superior to normies.

Luke woke up that day at 10:30 am. He noticed that he wasn't woken up by Natasha like these days.

'What happened...' he thought with a sleepy face as he stood up and quickly changed. It was nice to be left to sleep and not let as much light as possible into a darkened room.

Arriving in the dining room, he noticed Natasha sitting drinking tea next to a tall woman with almost white, blonde hair. It was principal Larissa.

"Good morning principal," Luke greeted politely. He liked Principal Larissa. She treated him kindly and helped him whenever she could.

"Good morning, Luke. I told you to just call me Larissa. The school hasn't started yet," Larissa said with a slight smile, and Luke nodded as he sat down next to Natasha.

Natasha had already prepared and left Luke's breakfast ready on the table.

"What brings you here?" asked Luke, starting to eat. Usually, Larissa visits them once a week, but it hasn't been a week yet since the last visit.

"Two things. First here's the Nevermore uniform. Seven sets with your exact measurements," said Larissa, placing on the free part of the table a full bag.

"That many?" asked Luke with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. One for each day of the week," replied Natasha, since she ordered so many pairs of uniforms.

"Okay, thanks..." said Luke without giving it much more thought. Natasha was like that.

One day large quantities of clothes arrived at the house. All brand names, Nike, Adidas, etc. All with Luke's exact measurements. Even sneakers. From one day to the next, he had his closet full of brand-new clothes.

He asked Natasha how she knew his measurements. She replied that she took them in his sleep. Luke got the creeps, and while he was sleeping like an angel, she snuck into his room and started measuring him without him noticing.

He put the subject aside. He knew it was useless to argue with her.

"Second and more important topic. This," Larissa said with a smile placing in front of Luke an object wrapped in wrapping paper.

Luke with curiosity and surprise tore the paper. Indeed. It was what he thought.

"So fast!?" asked Luke excitedly as he looked at the book in his hands.

It was about his first book in this world: Carrie. Although he had blatantly stolen the idea, since Stephen King did not exist in this world, he decided to bring his great works to this world. On the one hand, because he is a fan, such works should be brought to light. And, on the other hand, for the money, obviously.

Thanks to Edgar's training with the Blue Aura, he managed with his photographic memory to go back to when he was reading Stephen's work. It was difficult. He needed more than fifteen days of training. Then writing the book was easy. It was like copying an assignment.

He was thinking of sending his manuscript to several publishers, but he thought it would be very difficult for them to accept it since it is the work of a fourteen-year-old teenager. So, he asked Larissa for help, who readily agreed and acted as his literary agent.

Larissa had many contacts and was a very capable woman. She loved literature and was a fan of Edgar Allan Poe. When she read Carrie, she was fascinated. At first, she didn't have much faith in Luke's work even though he had the last name Poe.

But she was wrong and liked Carrie. However, in the end it was a tragedy of an outcast murdering over four hundred normies. Larissa alone thought of Carrie as an outcast, even though she is not called such in the book. She thought Luke was inspired by the outcast and normie community and his former school life.

The first to read the manuscript was Natasha (a living person, Edgar read it first, while Luke was writing it), and she also loved Carrie. What she liked most was the carnage Carrie caused, and she would have liked her to murder everyone and Carrie to have survived.

Edgar read the story while Luke typed it on his MacBook. He also liked the story and was very surprised by Luke's writing skills. Not only was the idea appealing, he was amazed at the dialogue, the descriptions, and how he put the novel itself together so perfectly.

"Yes. Empyrean Publishing was delighted with the book. They want to publish it as soon as possible," Larissa said with a smile. The Poe Family would once again have a talented writer who could be on par with Edgar Allan Poe.

Luke sipping his tea almost choked, "So fast!?" he said, asking the same question as before.

Publishers usually take several weeks or months to get back to you and always reject you. He had underestimated Larissa's literary agent skills.

"Yes. They already sent me a copy of the publishing contract. It's the best offer I could get and it's very good considering it's your first book and you're fourteen years old..." replied Larissa, looking at Luke strangely.

Many writers struggled their whole lives to get a book launched, and Luke did it with his first book and a ridiculous age. If these writers ever noticed this, they'd have a stroke or something.

Larissa pulled out the contract and started explaining it to Luke. Natasha didn't say anything. She knew Larissa didn't want to take advantage of Luke. After all, she was Sophie's best friend, and she had too much money to want to take advantage.

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