Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 155: Jian Ci’s mental collapse

AN: Ever since I planned this project over a year ago, I have been looking forward to writing the next four Chapter. I hope its as exciting as I imagined it. Happy reading loves. I will be in the comments after Christmas.

"Elias, Shayne come secure the perimeter with me," Jian Ci ordered, his tone sharp and commanding.

"Yes, team leader," Elias replied immediately, grabbing his nutrient supplement as he fell into step. Jian Ci carried his own drink, twisting the cap as they moved out. All the while, Alarna’s gaze lingered on him from the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable.

As soon as they left, Alarna rose. "I am going to the bathroom," she said casually.

"Be careful," Haden muttered, not suspecting her true intent but someone else did.

Alarna slipped away, her pace quickening as she followed Jian Ci’s group. The forest was already darkening, shadows stretching long, but she could still trace their path. She caught up, keeping her distance, her eyes fixed on Jian Ci.

He twisted the cap of his bottle and took a sip. His face immediately frowned.

"What’s wrong?" Elias asked, concerned.

"It tastes bitter," Jian Ci replied flatly.

"Let me try it," Elias said, stepping closer.

Jian Ci poured a small amount into the cap and handed it over. Alarna stiffened, her pulse racing as she watched. She was thinking what a waste giving her precious concoction to someone like that idiot.

Elias raised a brow. "Really? A cap?"

"What?" Jian Ci asked, unbothered.

"I have seen you drink from the same bottle as Yu Xi, back and forth, but I get a cap?" Elias teased, half‑offended.

Jian Ci chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "He is him. And you are you."

Elias stared at Jian Ci, his eyes wide. "Woooowwww," he said, half in awe, half in disbelief.

Jian Ci chuckled, his violet eyes gleaming faintly. "Try it."

Elias hesitated, then dipped just a drop into his mouth. Immediately, he began choking, his face turning red as he coughed violently. Alarna, watching from the shadows, stiffened so hard she forgot to breathe.

"Are you okay?" Jian Ci asked, frowning as he glanced at the bottle, wondering if something was wrong with it.

Elias wheezed, his voice hoarse. "It’s too sweet—cough, cough—fuck... are you trying to kill me?"

Jian Ci’s lips curved into a smile as realization dawned. It wasn’t poison, just his usual preference. He chuckled. "This is what real espers drink."

Elias coughed harder, shaking his head. "No, that’s poison."

Unbothered, Jian Ci tilted the bottle back and drank deeply, savoring it. At that moment, Shayne returned, reporting, "It’s all clear."

He stopped short, staring at Elias, who looked like he had just survived strangulation. "What’s wrong with you?"

"He is fine," Jian Ci said casually.

Elias croaked, "Water, pleaseee," his voice ragged. Shayne handed him a bottle, and Elias twisted the cap, guzzling more than half in one go.

Finally catching his breath, Elias muttered, "Word of advice—don’t ever eat or drink what Jian Ci has. It’s poison."

Shayne blinked, speechless. "...."

Jian Ci smirked, already moving. "What poison? Let’s go that side."

His stride was confident, his aura unshaken, while Elias staggered behind, still coughing.

A few hours later...

Jian Ci jolted awake. He sat up with a start and suddenly froze. A familiar, unsettling sensation clawed at his chest. His breath hitched, his body jolting upright. He knew this feeling—it was the storm inside him, the psychic chaos he dreaded. But why now? Why today of all days?

There was no time to dwell on it. He had to move, had to get away before anyone saw this side of him, before he risked hurting someone. His steps were light yet urgent as he rushed out of the perimeter, the camp fading behind him. He ran until the world blurred, until he reached a cave they had raided before. It was empty, silent, the perfect place to hide his unraveling.

Inside, Jian Ci raised a protective shield over the entrance, sealing himself in. His fingers trembled, his psychic neurons fraying like threads snapping one by one. He dug through his supplies, pulling out every injector he had, searching desperately for one in particular—TX506. On the streets, it was called Eclipsera, a suppressant strong enough to repress erratic psychic surges and stabilize volatile powers.

Jian Wei had given him one, a single dose, for emergencies. And this was an emergency. Jian Ci twisted the injector, his hand shaking as he prepared to plunge it into his neck.

But before he could, his mind shattered. A wave of overwhelming, searing pain gripped him, tearing through his body like fire.

The cave pulsed with a sickly violet light, shadows writhing like worms beneath the stone. Jian Ci staggered, his breath ragged, his eyes wide and unfocused. The neuro-eidetic collapse had begun.

Inside his skull, it was a maelstrom—thoughts fracturing like glass under pressure, memories bleeding into hallucinations. He saw them: monstrous silhouettes with too many limbs and no eyes, slithering from the corners of his vision.

They whispered in a language that scraped against his bones, threats that coiled around his spine and sank into his marrow. Then came the pain.

It wasn’t pain like a wound or a burn. It was total. Every nerve in his body lit up in a chorus of agony, as if his blood had turned to molten iron and his skin to cracked porcelain. His muscles spasmed, not from effort but from betrayal—his own body rebelling against the psychic overload.

The channels meant to guide his power ruptured like overfilled veins, leaking raw energy into his flesh. His teeth cracked from the pressure of his clenched jaw. His scream was silent, swallowed by the storm inside. And then—nothing.

His mind shattered like a mirror dropped from a great height. There were thoughts, and no self, just force.

The cave trembled as Jian Ci’s body jerked upright, eyes glowing with a pale, unnatural light. He was no longer a man. He was a conduit. A vessel. A beast.

He roared—not in language, but in instinct—and lunged at the nearest boulder. His fists struck stone with the fury of a god in freefall. His skin split, bone cracked and blood smeared the rock like war paint. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The pain demanded violence. The pain was violence.

He tore at the cave walls, howling, his body a blur of motion and ruin. Each strike was a scream. Each wound, a prayer to whatever force had cursed him with this power. The cave echoed with the sound of flesh meeting stone, of rage made manifest.

And this time, his brothers weren’t there to restrain him. To make matters worse the collapse this time was tenfold. The restrained beast was finally unchained