Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 159: Uncle Fester

Chapter 159: Uncle FesterHello everyone! I have an announcement to make. I published a new ff. It's about the TV series Modern Family. The first chapter is already uploaded, if you want you can go check it out :D

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Wednesday, who was about to retreat and hide again among the bushes to attempt another decapitation attack, was surprised to see Dolores stop her retreat and charge at her despite being blind.

Dolores knew she had to seize this opportunity to get rid of Wednesday. She couldn't let her hide again. Now that she was blind, it would be even harder to dodge the stealth attacks of the girl with the dark aura.

Despite lacking vision, she remembered where Wednesday had been earlier and could hear her labored breathing, giving her a mental idea of where she was. With her superhuman speed, the wounded Addams girl wouldn't be able to escape.

Wednesday, knowing she couldn't escape due to her fatigue and injuries, decided to mitigate the impact of the blow to avoid death. Before Dolores could reach her, she felt an invisible force pulling her. Recognizing it as Luke's telekinesis, she didn't resist and allowed herself to be carried away.

Luke, unable to control Wednesday well, had to catch her. He grabbed her by the waist, breathing a sigh of relief upon realizing he had saved her.

"Luke... stop using your powers. You're already at your limit," Wednesday said firmly, though deep down, her tone was almost a plea. She noticed Luke struggling to stay on his feet.

"I'm fine..." Luke said, though he was clearly far from fine. In addition to all his injuries, he felt his brain throbbing intensely.

Right now, he felt a searing pain in his brain that worsened whenever he used his psychic abilities. The pain was similar to what he experienced when using his pain induction technique-a move that inflicted intense mental agony on an enemy's brain.

'It's like I've run out of mana,' Luke thought, his face pale, recalling his games of League of Legends.

His metaphor was peculiar. Each time he forced his powers, it was as if he were overloading an empty mana bar, causing brutal feedback damage that tore through his own mind.

He was experiencing, for the first time, the painful reality of having run out of psychic energy -something he had previously thought impossible.

Wednesday also felt the same limitation in her energy. Normally, she would have used her dark scythe in the surprise attack on Dolores, but with so little energy, she could only summon a weak knife of darkness.

[Hide and wait for another opportunity. We need to talk through this link] Luke told Wednesday through their telepathic connection. Using telepathy also hurt, though not as much as his other techniques.

To Wednesday, this plan seemed crazy. She wouldn't let Luke continue facing Dolores in a one-on-one battle, bearing all the burden and danger himself. However, before she could protest, he pushed her away.

Dolores was already running toward them, sharpening her senses to the maximum. She had heard their murmurs and deduced their location.

Wednesday had no choice but to hide again. If she stepped out now, she would only lower their chances of survival.

'In just a few seconds, I'll be able to shadow travel again,' Wednesday thought.

If things got too dangerous, she would use shadow travel to appear beside Luke and defend him, even if it meant using her own body as a shield. Using shadow travel on Luke from this distance required a lot of energy, so that was not an option.

Dolores struck toward Luke. She couldn't see him but could hear his breathing. This time, she wouldn't miss!

But she missed again! Luke's body exploded into a cloud of smoke.

'Is he manipulating my hearing too?' Dolores thought, her brow furrowed. As she

held onto grudges.

"I know, I have my reasons... We'll talk about it later," Fester replied, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he turned his attention back to the situation.

Dolores had already gotten back on her feet, glaring at Fester with a deep scowl. One of her eyes had fully regenerated. Feeling the immense power behind the kick she had received to her face, she had used a significant amount of energy to accelerate the regeneration of at least

one eye.

She needed at least one functional eye to see who this intruder was-especially because fighting such a person without vision was dangerous.

"Fester Addams," Dolores muttered, her scowl deepening. Things had become much more complicated. Although she had recovered the demonic book, which was of great importance, she couldn't let this opportunity slip by to kill Luke, who was in a critical state.

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