Garrett stirred awake, his gunshot wound aching as he exhaled. His head was throbbing and his vision was blurry.

As his vision cleared, he realized he was lying in a sterile hospital bed, the steady beep of a heart monitor echoing in his ears. He also saw Mr. Daniels, his trusted driver, and former subordinate, standing beside his bed. Beside him stood his twin children, Christopher and Kristine, their youthful faces filled with concern. They hurried to his side.

Garrett was surprised, his voice a hoarse whisper. "You're all safe? I can't believe it... What happened to the attackers?"

He thought the attackers were targeting him and his family.

Mr. Daniels hesitated for a moment before answering in a respectful tone. "Well, sir, young Master Christopher and young Miss Kristine took them down." Even he was couldn't believe it when he heard the news from the center employees.

Garrett's eyes widened in shock, and he stared at his children in disbelief.

"You did what?" he said as he sat up, struggling to wrap his head around the idea. His children had not only defended themselves but also taken down trained attackers.

Christopher and Kristine fidgeted under their father's gaze, uncertain of how he would react. As reincarnated individuals, they possessed a maturity and composure that betrayed their youthful appearance.

Even in their previous life, they didn't hesitate about sacrificing themselves to save a child. But they were worried that their quick and efficient takedown of the attackers might arouse suspicion. They definitely didn't want anyone to label them as psychopaths or anything of the sort.

As Garrett processed the information, his shock turned to amazement and pride. His children had displayed amazing Psion abilities, and he couldn't help but be proud of them. Their future looked promising.

"You two really did that?" he asked again.

Christopher and Kristine nodded and exchanged glances, relieved that their father was proud of their actions rather than suspicious.

Trying to lighten the solemn mood, Garrett joked, "Well, you two better get ready for military school. Seems like you're more than ready."

The twins smiled as the tension in the room dissipated. The upcoming military school had slipped their minds.

Kristine remembered her father's initial reluctance to let her attend but knew that starting today, no one would doubt her ability and qualifications.

Their moment of relief was interrupted when Nicole, the twins' mother, and Garrett's wife, burst into the room. Her blonde locks were tousled, and her business suit was rumpled. Her golden eyes darted between her husband and children, taking in the scene with a look of concern.

"Garrett, are you okay?" she asked, rushing to his side. "I heard about the attack?"

Garrett smiled reassuringly at her. "I'm fine, Nicole, all thanks to our kids. They took down the attackers."

Nicole tried to speak, but no words emerged. She was left with her mouth agape.

Just a few days earlier, she had been astonished to learn from her husband that both her children possessed Psionic powers and were due to be registered. She didn't focus on it much since her husband had almost turned their daughter brain-dead that same day. She never imagined their abilities would be strong enough to take down armed attackers.

Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest as the kids started recounting today's events. It seemed like something straight from an action-packed movie.

**

The twins were in the middle of their story when the door opened. Christopher and Kristine glanced up, spotting their grandfather, Simon Oscar, rolling into the room in his wheelchair, flanked by bodyguards. His once-blonde hair, which the twins remembered from their birthday years ago, had transformed into a white mane. Despite his deteriorating health, his spirit remained, and his eyes sparkled with life.

"Grandpa!" The twins said before rushing to embrace their grandfather, wrapping their arms around him.

"My, you're both growing up so quickly and strong!" Simon marveled, his eyes shining with pride. Hugging his grandson, he felt the firm muscles Christopher had developed through rigorous training. To his surprise, he also noticed Kristine's toned physique, evidence of her own training.

He heard about his grandchildren defeating the attackers that put his son-in-law in the hospital but he brushed it off as mere gossip. However, seeing their well-honed physiques, he realized it might just be true.

"Look at you all, keeping secrets from me!" Simon turned to the twin's parents and playfully scolded them. "You should have told me that my grandkids were Psions! It's not every day you find out your grandchildren have such amazing powers!"

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The twin's parents shared sheepish grins. They were so busy with work they forgot to tell anyone in the family.

Not one to dwell on it, Oscar, a Psion himself, insisted on holding a party celebrating the twins' new status as Psions. "We've got to throw a party! It's not every day that we get two new Psions in the family!"

He turned to Garrett with a teasing smile and quipped, "I suppose you'll be skipping out, as usual, Garrett?”

Everyone, including Garrett, grinned, as they knew Simon's teasing was all in good fun.

The twins were delighted to see their parents and grandfather together again after so long. Their grandpa had been ill for some time, and their parents were always swamped with work.

They also couldn't wait for the event that their grandfather was planning. The upcoming party would not only be a great opportunity for the family members to reconnect but the perfect opportunity for the twins to gather Love Points. The danger they had faced earlier that day only reinforced the importance of Love and Hatred Points in their lives.

**

A day later, Christopher and Kristine found themselves in the limelight, at the center of a grand ballroom adorned with twinkling lights and rich decorations. Their grandfather's extravagant party had attracted a large crowd, including relatives, business partners, and numerous Psion families from the city, all wanting to meet the newly registered Psions.

Kristine exuded elegance in her striking blue gown, accentuating her athletic, petite figure. The dress gracefully hugged her developing hips, while her chest remained modest. Her well-groomed, glossy blonde hair flowed down her back, contributing to her princess-like appearance. As a celebrated pianist, her wardrobe was well prepared for such glamorous events.

In stark contrast, Christopher's dress suit struggled to contain his muscular build, a result of his recent combat training. His broad shoulders and robust chest muscles bulged against the fabric, giving the impression that the buttons might pop off at any moment. He lacked his sister's extensive wardrobe and had few formal options. It left him with a poorly fitting suit for the impromptu celebration party.

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The twins found themselves busy with clearing the visual clutter from the "Angel and Devil" system as boys and girls their age, around 14, swooned over them. They were giving them Love Points by the boatload.

Abruptly, they were interrupted and shifted their gaze toward the stage.

Their grandfather, Simon Oscar, seated in his wheelchair on a small stage, had silenced the room with a simple clearing of his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "we are here today to celebrate a momentous occasion. My grandchildren, Christopher and Kristine, have just been registered as Psions!"

As applause thundered, the guests gazed at the twins, their minds filled with intrigue and plots. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with curiosity and anticipation.

Whispers and mutters filled the air as guests speculated about the twins' Psionic abilities, careful not to ask directly for fear of offending the two. After all, many Psions preferred to keep their abilities under wraps.

Soon, the music commenced and the guest moved onto the dance floor.

Christopher and Kristine took each other hands, choosing each other as their first dancing partner. They waltzed harmoniously, their movements fluid and synchronized, a testament to their close bond and the connection created by the "Angel and Devil system.

The twins glided across the dance floor, executing each elegant turn, twist, and dip with remarkable grace. Their eyes locked, and their bodies perfectly in sync, as though anticipating each other's every move. Their breathtaking waltz showcased not only their finesse but also the depth of their relationship, leaving the onlookers spellbound. The sheer beauty of their performance rendered the crowd hesitant to interrupt the siblings' picturesque waltz.

When the time came to switch partners, Kristine gazed at her brother with pleading eyes. She didn't want to change dance partners. She had noticed the growing number of adults and teenage boys eager to get closer to her at the party. The perverted or calculating look in their eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

It didn't take her long to understand why. As the child of Psions, she had a higher probability of passing on her abilities to her offspring. This, coupled with her parents' and grandfather's Psionic prowess, made her an attractive target for those seeking to strengthen their own Psionic bloodlines. Her stunning beauty and genetics, courtesy of her attractive parents, only added to her allure.

This perverted form of Psion eugenics had become a common practice in the new world into which Christopher and Kristine had reincarnated, where people pursued potent alliances and descendants through calculated marriages. Psions were like the nobility of olden times.

Her brother Christopher returned a helpless look as even their grandfather didn't see the issues with this philosophy. It was only thanks to their father, who was unfamiliar with the upper echelon of Psion society and a general, that the twins were still without a fiancé even at the ripe age of 14.

Kristine couldn't shake off the nausea that rose up in her stomach, knowing that many of these men were only interested in her for breeding purposes.

Having been a man in her previous life, the thought of being pursued for the sake of producing offspring with her was sickening.

Kristine looked on in dismay as her brother released her hand and switched partners. Her gaze fell upon her next dance partner, a smug boy around her age. His eyes darted around the room, flaunting his upcoming dance with Kristine to the envious boys nearby.

After all, he was to be the first one to dance with her following her brother.

She was about to accept the hand of her new dance partner when a familiar figure entering the ballroom caught her attention.

It was the 10-year-old Timothy Brink. She rushed off the dance floor and towards the boy, leaving her would-be dance partner with his hand still outstretched.