Since the cranial surgery, Blake White hadn’t eaten at all and was already starving. Fortunately, the kitchen equipment wasn’t that “high-tech”—it still used clean energy like gas. She turned on the stove and put on a pot, planning to cook some noodles.

Silverface stared intently at Blake White’s movements as she cooked, his stomach letting out a rumble.

Silverface: “……”

Blake White: “……”

“Do you want some?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes.” Silverface answered instantly.

So Blake White added another handful of noodles to the pot and cracked in two eggs.

Details—this was a detail. She stared blankly at the noodles tumbling in the pot.

From the way Silverface accepted the invitation to eat without hesitation, Blake White judged that he wasn’t as cold and invulnerable as he appeared. He even… seemed a bit lacking in vigilance; he trusted his companions.

If it were Blake White, she would never eat food handled by a stranger at a time like this. Maybe she was just too paranoid from reading too many novels and watching too many movies.

Once the noodles were done, Blake White served herself a portion and brought it to the dining table. She said to Silverface, “Serve yourself.”

Silverface got up from the sofa, found a bowl, spread his fingers, and the noodles—along with the remaining egg—floated steadily out of the pot and into the bowl, carried by the broth, without spilling a single drop.

Blake White’s hand holding the chopsticks trembled almost imperceptibly.

This was a supernatural ability! Silverface actually had a supernatural ability!

Silverface sat across from Blake White with his bowl, raised his hand, and took off his hood and mask.

Beneath the mask, his face was pale as snow. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair were all white, and his irises were a faint pink. On his neck and the sides of his cheeks, faint red blood vessels could be seen. If not for those slight traces of red, he would look just like a drifting ghost, a walking corpse devoid of life.

Silverface’s pale pink eyes glared at Blake White: “What are you looking at? Never seen albinism before?”

She really hadn’t seen albinism before, but what Blake White cared about wasn’t his unusual appearance—it was the supernatural ability he’d revealed unintentionally.

“I thought you wouldn’t take off your mask while eating.” Blake White changed the subject.

“How am I supposed to eat with the mask on?” Silverface asked in confusion.

“That’s a question for you.” Blake White replied slowly.

Silverface seemed to realize something: “You think I wear the mask just to look cool?”

“I never said that.” Blake White lowered her head to eat her noodles.

Silverface irritably picked up some noodles and took a bite, only to burn himself. Frustrated, he opened his palm and controlled the noodles in his bowl, making them float up and down in the air to cool them quickly. Once the noodles had cooled down, he finally dug in with his chopsticks, eating heartily.

This guy… doesn’t seem all that smart.

Blake White mused.

Blake White had made plain boiled noodles, just with a bit of salt—the taste was nothing to write home about. But Silverface wasn’t picky at all; he ate with great gusto and finished his food in just a few bites.

The way he slurped up the noodles reminded Blake White of the piglets at her grandpa’s house in the countryside, rooting around for food.

“You go wash the dishes,” Blake White requested, wanting to see if Silverface would agree.

Silverface carried the two empty bowls to the sink without complaint and turned on the faucet.

“Turn the water down a bit, the water bill’s expensive,” Blake White said.

Silverface: “Why do you care so much? This isn’t even your house! The utilities aren’t coming out of your account anyway!”

“If you’re going to play a role, you have to imitate every detail, whether in front of people or not. You wouldn’t understand.” Blake White gave an unassailable reason.

Silverface washed the dishes, carefully controlling the water flow, and put the bowls away in the cupboard when he was done.

Blake White observed secretly. Silverface’s supernatural ability seemed to be related to water—he didn’t make the bowls or other objects float, only controlled the water flow. Water was the medium.

When Silverface first appeared in Blake White’s home, she thought he was an old acquaintance of the original host, so she was extra cautious.

After several rounds of conversation and probing, Blake White tentatively concluded that the original host and Silverface weren’t really acquainted—this was probably their first meeting. Because when Silverface took off his mask, he’d said: “Never seen albinism before?”

That sentence directly proved the original host had never seen Silverface’s real face.

Since that was the case, Blake White didn’t have to be so on edge. She’d been really worried that her partner would be someone extremely familiar with the original host—in that case, she’d probably give herself away after just a few words.

This time, Blake White was lucky again.

She’d met Silverface, who didn’t know her, and even luckier, Silverface didn’t seem very guarded against her.

Most importantly, Silverface was a supernatural ability user.

If she killed Silverface, could she take his ability and gain supernatural powers herself?

Author’s note:

Silverface: If you don’t behave and work hard, you’ll end up as nothing but a rich woman’s plaything qwq

Chapter 9 Sea Without Light 09

“You’re a bit different from the rumors,” Silverface said, arms crossed, leaning against the cupboard.

“Am I?” Blake White responded with an ambiguous expression.

This wasn’t a question she could answer—no matter how she replied, it would be easy to slip up. The best approach was to respond vaguely.