Wednesday: The Strongest Psychic

Chapter 168: The power of beauty

Chapter 168: The power of beautyLuke had more than thirty minutes before returning to his male form, so he decided to train. If he went back to his room, he wouldn't be able to control himself and would end up examining the most intimate parts of his body-and he didn't want to become a pervert.

Moreover, he might end up falling in love with himself if he stared at his reflection in the mirror for too long.

'These clothes are way too loose, except in the chest area,' Luke thought as he arrived at one of the training rooms in the Addams mansion.

To his taste, this room was the best of them all: spacious, well-lit, and filled with many useful objects for training. It had thousands of kilograms in weights for practicing his telekinesis, sharp weapons, traps to train his reflexes and speed, and much more.

Luke noticed someone else using the training room. It was Pugsley, who was holding a sword and fighting against a moving mannequin that countered his attacks.

The boy with the dead-fish expression wasn't having a good time. He was drenched in sweat and was barely managing to defend himself from the blows of the mannequin, which was forcing him to retreat.

Finally, Pugsley couldn't keep up. He managed to block a thrust from the mannequin with his own sword, but the attack was so powerful that it knocked him onto his rear. His guard was completely broken, and he lay defenseless on the floor.

"Stop!" shouted Pugsley, and the sharp blade of the mannequin's sword halted just centimeters from his eyes.

The bright lights that had illuminated parts of the mannequin's body dimmed and went out completely, leaving it frozen in place.

Pugsley sighed in relief and stayed on the floor, catching his breath. Finally, after nearly a minute, he felt a gaze on him that made him turn his head.

When he saw a blonde girl with deep blue eyes staring at him, he couldn't help but slightly part his lips, stunned by her beauty. He noticed his heartbeat quicken-far more than it had moments ago during training.

The girl had gorgeous, long, golden hair. Her features could only be described as flawless. The only strange thing was her outfit: a simple, loose black hoodie and equally oversized pants of the same color. However, Pugsley didn't care about how people dressed.

Could someone this beautiful and perfect exist in the world? That was Pugsley's current thought as he clumsily stood up and moved a little closer to the girl to get a better look,

Luke picked up on the thought and couldn't help feeling a little... odd. Why was Pugsley acting

like such a simp?

Sure, Luke knew his appearance was flawless, but Pugsley's desperation bordered on ridiculous. Yet, a fleeting memory of Fester and Gomez crossed his mind. Both were infamous for their unconditional and passionate devotion.

Fester, in the movies, had always been quite the hopeless romantic-a simp in every sense of

the word.

The fight continued as Luke hurled insults at Pugsley and inflicted minor cuts to make him

suffer a bit.

Pugsley didn't mind the contrast between Galadriel's flawless appearance and her terrible personality. In fact, he found the contradiction sublime.

"Pay attention, you idiot!" Luke shouted, trying to be more unbearable than usual. But instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect.

Even Luke's angry voice was like music to Pugsley's ears. How could someone be so perfect?

Pugsley couldn't tear his eyes away from her face. That irritated expression, framed by her perfect features and ethereal aura, disarmed him more effectively than any blow. Finally, the agreed-upon time came to an end. With a fast motion, Luke disarmed Pugsley in a single, flawless move, sending his sword flying through the air to land with a loud clang.

Before Pugsley could react, Luke's sword was pointed at his throat.

"Time," Luke declared coldly, not bothering to lower the blade immediately. Pugsley, drenched in sweat and covered in minor cuts, wore a crestfallen expression. He

hadn't managed to land even a single hit on Galadriel, which meant he wouldn't earn her

approval.

"Why the long face?" Luke asked as he sent the sword flying back to its rack.

"I couldn't hit you even once... I'm just weak. My sister's right—I'm pathetic," Pugsley said, staring at the floor with a dejected look.

'I think Wednesday went too far,' Luke thought, watching Pugsley with a strange expression.

Although she always speaks her mind to everyone, perhaps Wednesday went too far, leaving Pugsley with less confidence in himself. And in just a few days, he would be starting at

Nevermore.

After a few seconds, Luke sighed. "You didn't do too badly," he said, his tone direct but

honest.

"For a kid your age, your strength and fencing technique are good. And considering you're a psychic, that's pretty impressive."

Pugsley looked up, visibly surprised. "Really?"

Luke nodded, keeping his expression serious. "Yes. You have an advantage most your age don't: you don't freeze in the face of pain or fear. That's not something you can teach. Growing up in a family like yours, where danger is part of everyday life, has made you strong

in ways other kids can't even imagine."

Those words, spoken in such a pleasing voice, revitalized Pugsley.

"And one more thing: don't say such pathetic things in front of a girl again. It's embarrassing.

You're lucky that I, unlike common mortals, consider everyone equally beneath me," Luke added, his tone dripping with narcissism.

Pugsley blinked, confused and slightly mesmerized.

Luke smiled inwardly. If he said that in its original form to a girl, she would slap him and

never talk to him again. But with this elven goddess appearance, she can get away with no

matter how many narcissistic comments she says.

"You should aspire to be more like my brother," Luke added, letting a faintly arrogant smile

curve his lips.

"Like Luke?" Pugsley asked, intrigued.

Luke nodded solemnly, as if speaking of a legend. "Yes, my brother. A true role model in many

ways. If only you were a little more like him, maybe you'd stop being so pathetic all the time."

"I'll do my best to be like him," Pugsley said with determination. If Galadriel deemed someone worthy, then that was someone worth learning from.

"Good," Luke concluded with a lofty gesture. "Now get out. Your fifteen minutes are up, and I

have more important things to do."

Pugsley gave a clumsy bow, thanking her once again before leaving the room. Luke watched as Pugsley's figure disappeared through the door. Slowly, his gaze dropped to

his own hand, as if he had just discovered something entirely new and unsettling.

The power of feminine beauty.

He had always known that in his male form, his appearance was attractive. But male beauty

was different. There was a limit to how much it could captivate others, a barrier of respect and distance that kept everything balanced.

But in his female form, it was different. In this guise, he wasn't just attractive-he was overwhelming, almost ethereal. There was something about the flawless symmetry of his face, the softness of his skin, the natural grace in every movement, that effortlessly captured everyone's attention. Her beauty didn't just draw glances; it had the power to disarm, to

subjugate, to inspire devotion.

Even Pugsley, an Addams boy accustomed to the macabre and the bizarre, showed devotion

just to be near her. Wednesday had also admitted she couldn't stop looking at him, despite not feeling any romantic attraction, and Natasha felt the same way.

If these people, so used to the eccentric and the unsettling, reacted like this.... what could

happen with someone normal?

Luke shook off the thought and began training in the large room. Since the last battle on

Raven Island, his powers had increased significantly. Death fights and difficult fights were the best way to improve.

Author's Note: I couldn't find a picture for Luke's female appearance. It's hard to find a

picture since I describe him/her as perfect and perfection can differ for each person.

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