As someone in sequence 001, I also want to give up today.

The sigh in Li Xian's heart hadn't completely subsided yet.

His face had already reflexively adopted the standard expression of confusion and impatience when facing unfamiliar officials.

He didn't move aside immediately, but leaned against the door frame, scanning back and forth between Li Ming and the two "acquaintances" behind him.

"Supernatural Abilities Bureau? Special Operations Department?" Li Xian's tone was skeptical, mixed with a hint of distrust, as if to say, "What kind of new trick is this?"

"Didn't you say it was a community office last time you came? This upgrade is too fast! Where are your credentials?"

He deliberately turned his gaze toward the two community workers.

The latter lowered her head slightly, looking a little embarrassed, avoiding his gaze.

Li Ming's smile remained unchanged, as if he had expected this all along.

He calmly took out a black leather document holder from his pocket, opened it, and inside were documents bearing the national emblem, the seal of the Supernatural Abilities Bureau, his photo, and his job information. The workmanship was exquisite, and the anti-counterfeiting details were clearly visible under the corridor light.

He didn't hand over his documents for Li Xian to examine carefully (that would be against procedure and would seem disrespectful), but simply held them firmly in his hand, ensuring that Li Xian could clearly see the key information.

"I understand your caution, Mr. Li," Li Ming said calmly.

"The situation is special. Initial investigations were conducted by our colleagues at the grassroots level, and some issues that required further verification were identified before we took over the case. We apologize for the inconvenience."

His wording was impeccable, explaining why the person was changed while downplaying the "verification of the situation," which made it difficult for Li Xian to block the door any longer.

More importantly, Li Xian sensed a slight fluctuation in the solid spiritual energy field surrounding Li Ming. It was not an attack or probe, but rather an invisible "anchoring".

Stabilizing the aura in this small area also subtly blocked all possible paths for Li Xian's overly aggressive reactions—of course, this was just a routine precaution, which Li Xian considered better than nothing.

Li Xian curled his lip and stepped aside: "Come in. Let me make this clear first, I'm really not a superhuman, you must have made a mistake. My sister might be, though, she's been acting strangely lately."

He steered the conversation slightly toward Li Yu again, both as a test and to continue playing the role of the older brother who was "unaware of the situation but a little suspicious of his younger sister."

The three entered the room. The male and female staff members, clearly led by Li Ming, stood quietly behind him.

Li Ming's gaze, like the most precise scanner, swept quickly and meticulously over every corner of the living room.

His gaze lingered for half a second on the "New Normal Life Guide" on the coffee table, which Li Xian had already flipped through a few pages of, and then for a second on Fatty Orange (who returned his gaze with indifference).

Finally, the hair fell onto the sofa where Li Xian had just sat, still warm from his body, and into the trash can next to it... a few extremely fresh hair stubbles with unnaturally smooth cuts.

The silver instrument in Li Ming's hand emitted a clearer "beep" sound, and the screen rippled, but there was still no significant directional fluctuation.

It only shows that the region has "extremely low energy background, weak biomagnetic field and traces of recent physical interference".

"Mr. Li, did you just get a haircut?" Li Ming asked casually as he walked to the sofa but did not sit down.

"Oh? Oh, I'll just cut it myself to save money."

Li Xian pointed to an ordinary household hair clipper set on the lower shelf of the TV cabinet (that was a prop he had prepared in advance to cover up his lie, and he even deliberately let the box get a little dusty).

"The technique is terrible; they got hair everywhere. We just finished cleaning it."

The cleanup he referred to was using "consciousness cutting" to "erasure" all traces of one's own biological information that did not fall within the pre-defined scope of "reasonable residue."

Only a small amount of rough-cut hair is left, which fits the "clumsy self-haircutting" scene.

Li Ming nodded noncommittally, not bothering to examine the hair clipper, but instead turned to Li Xian, his gaze calm yet focused.

"Mr. Li, through some technical means and combined with the data from the preliminary investigation, we found that your residential unit showed an abnormally 'clean' state in multiple broad-spectrum energy scans."

This "cleanliness" isn't the natural environment of a typical dwelling for the disabled, but rather more like... a blank space that has been "carefully wiped clean." Do you understand what I mean?

They're here. Li Xian knew perfectly well that he was being watched because he was "too clean."

He appropriately showed confusion and a hint of displeasure at being offended: "Director Li, I don't understand what you're saying. Is it wrong for my house to be clean? I'm a bit of a clean freak, is it wrong for me to like cleaning? Does it have to be that there's a lot of energy running around in the house to be considered normal?"

He deliberately misinterpreted the other party's meaning.

"Of course not." Li Ming smiled, but his eyes became even sharper.

"It's just that the degree and manner of this 'cleanliness' are different from what we usually observe."

In particular, some extremely weak fluctuations in personal life magnetic fields that should exist are suppressed to an almost undetectable degree in your presence.

There are usually only two possibilities: First, you possess extremely strong abilities, leaning towards 'concealment' or 'erasure'; second, you have been in prolonged contact with or in the presence of a special environment or object that can shield you from energy detection.

He paused, observing Li Xian's reaction: "Considering that your sister, Miss Li Yu, is a registered superhuman (Sequence 016 - Consciousness Severance)..."

Given your recent frequent visits to this area, we believe the first possibility warrants further investigation. This is also for your protection, Mr. Li.

If you have indeed awakened a certain ability without realizing it, or are hiding it for some reason.

In today's environment, this could pose unnecessary risks and even affect your sister's job and performance rating.

A combination of persuasion and pressure, and a blend of reason and emotion.

It not only pointed out the suspicious points, but also brought up Li Yu, and implied that "non-cooperation may be detrimental to Li Yu".

Very standard interrogation... oh no, I mean conversation skills.

Li Xian remained silent for a few seconds, his impatience gradually replaced by a thoughtful and conflicted expression.

He scratched his head (a very natural gesture), walked to the sofa and sat down, gesturing for Li Ming to sit as well.

Fat Orange jumped onto the sofa armrest, standing close to him, its heterochromatic eyes warily watching Li Ming.

"Director Li," Li Xian sighed, his voice lowered, tinged with helplessness and resignation, "I do... I've been feeling a little different lately."

Li Ming sat down, leaning slightly forward as if to listen, while discreetly adjusting the mode of the silver device in his hand. "Please speak."

"It was probably a global live broadcast, not long after that guy in the gray clothes snapped his fingers," Li Xian began to make up, his expression a perfect blend of recollection and uncertainty.

"I feel like... my mind is a little clearer. Sometimes when I concentrate, the things in front of me seem particularly clear, or I feel like I can 'sense' their location?"

Hmm... Also, sometimes when I want to grab a remote control or a water cup, before I even reach for it, it seems to move slightly?

I thought it was just hallucinations from staying up too late, or maybe it was something like that online thing... "synesthesia"? I didn't dare to think about superpowers.

My sister did mention awakening something, but her abilities sound pretty flashy. What am I... what am I? Telekinesis? Or just good eyesight?

His descriptions were vague, referring to the most common and ordinary initial manifestations of mental or telekinetic power, with sequences typically not too high, often between 5000 and 8000.

Li Ming listened attentively, tapping the silver instrument a few times with his finger.

The ripples on the instrument screen showed slight, synchronized disturbances in response to Li Xian's "description," indicating that "there is a logical connection between the target statement and low-intensity, unstable mental/psychodynamic fluctuations."

This is a new type of lie detector that also functions as an energy resonance device. It can roughly determine the truthfulness of words and whether they match the energy characteristics of the person in question.

"Could you demonstrate in detail? For example, could you move that cup a little bit?" Li Ming pointed to a mug on the coffee table.

Li Xian looked troubled: "This... I'm not sure if it will work. It works sometimes and sometimes it doesn't. And with so many people watching, I'm nervous..."

He lingered, seemingly trying to concentrate, his eyes fixed on the cup.

A few seconds later, the mug moved to the side with an extremely slight tremor... about a millimeter, and then stopped.

Li Xian, as if he had exerted too much force, had a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and took a breath: "That's... that's it. It's tiring, I might as well have just reached in and taken it myself."

The demonstration was very "beginner-like," with weak strength and rough control, fitting the image of a novice who had just awakened and whose abilities were unstable.

In reality, Li Xian simply used [Consciousness Cutting] to condense a strand of mental energy a thousand times thinner than a hair, gently pushed the cup, and at the same time perfectly simulated the physiological symptoms of mental energy overdraft.

The female staff member behind Li Ming quickly took notes on the tablet.

Li Ming observed Li Xian's condition and the instrument readings, and nodded slightly: "A very typical initial awakening characteristic, leaning towards spiritual perception and weak telekinesis, the potential needs to be evaluated."

Mr. Li, please don't be nervous; this is a normal awakening process. So, what about your sequence perception? Do you "feel" a number that represents your ranking in ability?

The main event is coming.

The serial number is the core identifier of the Wanling Sequence System, which is almost impossible to forge (unless one has extremely sophisticated disguise abilities), and it is also a key focus of the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities' investigations.

Li Xian frowned and tried to "feel" it.

然后不太确定地说：「好像……有个数字？在脑子里晃，不太清楚……感觉是……7开头？还是8开头？7……好像有个4？748？不对不对，更模糊……可能是784几？记不清，时隐时现的。」

He gave a vague number in the 6000-8000 range. This range has the most Awakened individuals, with diverse abilities, varying potential, and is the least noticeable.

Li Ming looked at the instrument again.

This time, the instrument's detection of the "serial number" was much less accurate.

It can only display "The target has sequential cognition, and the specific value is affected by the target's mental stability and ability to conceal, with an estimated range of 5000-9000", but it cannot pinpoint the target precisely.

This is normal. Many newly awakened individuals have a vague perception of their own sequence, especially those who are not combat-oriented or whose abilities are relatively obscure.

"Understood." Li Ming seemed unsurprised and gestured for the female staff member to come forward.

"Based on your situation, we need to conduct a formal registration and filing for you."

This is not only a regulation, but it also allows you to access a basic network of services for people with superpowers, receive guidance, and avoid problems caused by improper use of your abilities.

This also better explains the phenomenon of energy 'purification' in your residence.

The unstable mental energy field that has just awakened can sometimes exhibit a "rejection" or "absorption" effect on free energy in the environment, creating a false sense of "cleanliness."

This explanation provided Li Xian with a reasonable way out and also resolved the previous doubts about the "abnormal cleanliness".

Li Xian "suddenly realized" but at the same time felt somewhat reluctant to be "forced to register".

"Huh? Registration is mandatory? Will it be a hassle? Will I have to attend training sessions or go on assignments? I can't do that, I have social anxiety, and I also have to write articles..."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Li." Li Ming's smile carried a more formulaic reassurance.

"Registration is just basic information entry. For Awakened Ones who are not combat-oriented, have low to medium potential assessments, and have no bad records, the focus is usually on community management and self-discipline."

You will not be forced to participate in any tasks or training unless you apply voluntarily or your abilities change significantly.

Of course, we encourage all registrants to contribute to community harmony within their capabilities, just like…”

His gaze swept meaningfully over the quietly squatting fat orange dog and the open space below the window. "...Maintaining neighborhood peace and stopping inappropriate behavior is also part of a citizen's responsibility."

He had clearly heard the rumor that "Thunder Hand" had been scared away by a cat and had made some connections.

Li Xian pretended not to understand the second half of the sentence, but felt relieved about the first half, "not mandatory": "That's good, then let's register. But I really can't say for sure about the serial number, it'll probably be within that range."

The registration process was quick, mainly involving Li Xian's basic information, a preliminary description of his abilities (weak psychokinesis and telekinesis), and a self-reported fuzzy sequence range (recorded as "approximately 7800±500").

And a simple energy characteristic sample (completed by Li Ming's instrument, with Li Xian cooperating by releasing a faint and ordinary psychodynamic fluctuation).

Finally, Li Xian received a temporary electronic certificate with a QR code, indicating that he had entered the "Basic Management File for Ability Users (Observation Period)".

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Li." Li Ming stood up and shook hands.

"A community instructor may provide you with basic safety training on how to use the system via a virtual network. Please check your messages."

If your sequence perception becomes clearer, or if your abilities change significantly, please update the information promptly through the channels on this certificate.

After seeing Li Ming and the other two off, he closed the door.

All expression vanished from Li Xian's face, returning to his usual languid state. He walked back to the sofa and slumped heavily into it.

"Meow. (Translation: Did you just let them register like that?)" The chubby orange cat came over.

"Otherwise what?" Li Xian pulled a bag of potato chips from under the coffee table and opened it with his telekinesis.

"It's too troublesome to keep getting these kinds of 'professionals' to come to my door."

It's fine as it is now. I've become a novice who "just happened" to awaken under my sister's influence, with average (or even weak) abilities, a lower-middle-ranking sequence, a bit of a homebody, and a bit of averse to trouble.

It is reasonable and logical.

The issue of energy purification has also been explained. From now on, as long as this persona is maintained, occasionally "accidentally" revealing some harmless psychokinetic abilities will save countless investigation efforts.

This is called… a strategic exposure, a one-time solution.

Fat Orange seemed to understand but not quite, but when he heard the word "strategic," he thought it might be something important, so he lowered his head and ate the potato chips that Li Xian handed him.

"Moreover," Li Xian chewed on potato chips, his eyes gazing at the darkening sky outside the window, "being registered and having an officially certified 'low-potential ability user' identity might be more convenient sometimes."

At least, the next time an editor uses their superpowers to urge me to submit a manuscript, I can confidently say: "I am also a certified person, protected by the 'Basic Code of Conduct for Superpowered Individuals,' and threats and intimidation are prohibited!"

He imagined Su Qianqian's possible expression and found it amusing.

As for the truth about Sequence 001? Of course, it's something he keeps buried deep in his heart, allowing him to comfortably slack off and enjoy life.

Incidentally, this is the greatest source of confidence to research how to use top-tier superpowers to improve one's quality of life.

A new identity, a new cover.

After a minor "official certification" controversy, Li Xian's lazy daily life seems to have become more stable and justified.

He yawned, preparing to decide whether to play video games that night or use his newly acquired "charcoal fire simulation" technique to grill himself a couple of chicken wings.

Outside the window, the city's neon lights illuminate one after another, and the "new daily life" continues amidst the interplay of chaos and order.

The holder of Sequence 001 has successfully disguised himself as an ordinary member of Sequence 7 or 8,000, continuing his leisurely life of keeping his achievements hidden.

As for whether there will be higher-level tests in the future? Li Xian was too lazy to think about it for the time being.

"Fat Orange, what do you want to eat tonight? It seems like we're running low on monster meat. We'll have to 'go' and check it out tomorrow."

"Meow! (Translation: Steamed! With extra ginger!)"