I Reincarnated in Lorien Legacies(I am number four.)

Alexander and Six relayed everything they had observed at the school, detailing John's encounter with Mark, his abrupt escape, and—most importantly—the activation of his Legacy.

The room was filled with a tense silence as the group absorbed the information.

Freya—Number One—stood with her arms crossed, eyes narrowed in thought. Beside her, Maggie—Number Two—sat forward, hands clasped. Humma, Number Three, and Number Nine exchanged grim looks. Their Cepans—Hilde, Conrad, Dante, Katrina, and Sandor—remained equally solemn.

It was Hilde who broke the silence first. "Did anyone notice his powers?"

Alexander shook his head. "Not yet. But there's a problem—he lost his phone."

Six leaned against the table. "When his Legacy activated, Four panicked and ran. His new bully—Mark—snatched his phone in the chaos."

Sandor frowned. "Is there anything sensitive on it?"

Dante, Number Three's Cepan, shook his head. "Henri wouldn't be careless with something like that. I doubt there's anything crucial on the device."

Alexander turned to Maggie, a thought forming. "Even if the phone doesn't have anything important on it, this might be the perfect opportunity for you to practice your technopathy."

Maggie's face lit up. "I can do it," she said eagerly. "I can wipe everything on that phone—completely."

Conrad gave her an approving nod. "Then let's make sure that phone is nothing but a useless brick in that bully's hands."

Alexander and Six smiled at Maggie.

The next day, Alexander and Six led Maggie to a small, unassuming building near the school—a hidden outpost serving as their surveillance base for Number Four. From the outside, it was nothing special, just another forgotten structure blending into the surroundings. But inside, it was something else entirely.

The room hummed with energy, the glow of holographic projections flickering against the dark walls. Floating data streams illuminated their faces as multiple screens displayed real-time video feeds from the SNITCHs—silent sentinels patrolling the school grounds, watching, waiting.

Alexander tapped a few commands on his transparent tablet, and the holographic display expanded, forming a three-dimensional grid of the school. Every hallway, every entrance, every movement was mapped in luminous neon.

He turned to Maggie, his expression calm but expectant. "Now try it. No pressure."

Six crossed her arms and gave her a reassuring nod. "Just like we practiced."

Maggie stepped forward, eyes reflecting the cascading lights around her. She took a deep breath, then grinned.

"Don't worry," she said, her fingers already tingling with anticipation. "I got this."

Maggie sits in front of a sleek, futuristic console, her fingers hovering just above its interface.

A soft pulse of blue energy radiates from Maggie's fingertips as she concentrates, her eyes glazing over with a faint, digital-like glow—a shifting matrix of hexagonal patterns swimming in her irises.

The console screen reacts instantly, distorting for a split second before stabilizing, as if syncing with her neural connection.

A holographic representation of the city appears around her, a neon-wireframe grid expanding outward, searching.

Thin, electric-blue data threads stretch from her hands, weaving through the air like glowing circuits. These threads extend across the holographic city, zeroing in on the high school.

The system scans the school and locks onto Mark James' backpack, which glows in a golden-orange outline within the projection.

As she narrows her focus—her consciousness now fully synced with the phone.

The phone itself lights up from within Mark's bag, a barely perceptible glitch effect warping the screen as if reality is distorting for a brief moment.

A holographic blueprint of the phone materializes in the air before Maggie, displaying its data pathways in intricate, glowing circuits.

Numbers and codes stream down the projection in cascading neon lines, rapidly decrypting and revealing the contents of the phone.

Maggie swipes her hand through the projection, and a wave of shimmering energy rushes across the screen—erasing everything in an instant.

The actual phone in Mark's bag briefly vibrates, its screen flashing erratic, pixelated distortions before suddenly going black.

All stored files—messages, photos, contacts—are visually deconstructed into floating pixels, disintegrating into a swirling data vortex before vanishing completely.

The holographic projection of the phone in front of Maggie displays a single, clean interface—completely blank. A notification in glowing green text reads:

"DATA WIPE SUCCESSFUL."

Maggie smirks and waves her fingers one last time, sending a surge of encrypted energy into the device.

The phone's lock screen flickers and reboots, now displaying an impossible-to-crack passcode screen, sealed with a pulsating, alien glyph—a signature of her technopathy.

In Mark's bag, the phone emits a final flicker of light, then goes completely unresponsive. No power, no data—just an empty husk.

Maggie exhales, the glow fading from her irises, and leans back with a triumphant grin.

The room's ambient energy settles as the holographic cityscape retracts, vanishing into the console.

Alexander, watching from the side, chuckles. "It seems all thr training payed off."

Alexander knew Sam Goode received the technopathic powers afterThe Entity is awoken on Earth and Human teenagers are bestowed with Legacies. But Sam was not as good as Maggie, even though he later showed more promise like shutting down Mogadorian ships, but Maggie seems to gave more potential.

While Six smirks. "That phone is basically a glorified paperweight now."

Maggie flexes her fingers, satisfied. "And that's how you wipe a phone—without ever touching it."

Alexander and Six laughed seeing Maggie was literally doing victory dance.