Escanor's Power Novels & Stories

"It’s his newest DNA database scanner." Enrico raised an eyebrow, clearly not following. “What? Like, for people he knows?” “No,” I said, dragging the cursor down to a specific section of code. “This thing’s built to detect when our DNA shows up in any government database.” “Wait, what?” he blinked, stepping closer as I leaned in, showing him.

V smug, "I have now a scan eyes to help you in the mission world." "What's that?" K Whatever tilted her head. "See-through things like seeing what's inside the safe without even opening it." V explained with his hands, "It's like a clairvoyant but can only be things in places or stuff. But limited to three times a day in a mission world." "Hmm, yeah, useful enough, does that mean it will be upgraded if I rank up too?" K Whatever asked. "No," V shook his head, "All system skills will be upgraded through tickets that can be bought inside the market."

He then turned to HD. "Open it!" HD limped to the door and placed his palm on a particular part of the door. A sensor with its green light, wrapped around HD's palm, came up. And after beeping four times, a compacted box that was not noticeable before, opened up just above HD's palm and an eye scanner slid out. HD moved his eyes close to the circular scanner and a spectrum of white light shot out from inside the scanner, straight into his eyes. After humming for a bit, the scanner went back into the wall and the light on the palm scanner turned blue before a mechanical voice said "Welcome!"

She pressed her thumb firmly against the glass scanner. BEEP. A soft green light flashed. THUMBPRINT MATCHED: ELENA VANCE. A dark, intoxicating smirk spread across Daphne’s face. The genetic match was perfect. The system couldn't tell the difference between the twin who owned the empire and the twin sent to destroy it. Next, the scanner activated a tiny optical sensor: RETINAL SCAN REQUIRED. Daphne leaned in close, staring directly into the lens. BEEP. RETINAL SCAN MATCHED: ELENA VANCE. ACCESS GRANTED.

Chapter 333 Now Master the power in your hands are two, are you aware? Yes, I am ok then no need to hit on the first one just let me go straight to palm scanning power. Master that scanning is easy and you could use it any where and at any time. If you are not closer to your car you can scan through your hands. Again Palm scanning doesn’t need light or power, The only problem with palm scanning is that you must be sure of what you want to scan because it gives specific answers. Thank you we can now go to the Brother Bantus. Master are you ok with men in uniform? Yes, they are part of me. Are you sure?

Bidding her friends, she walked out and reach the main gate where Scarlet was leaning against the SUV car, with her hand scrolling the cell phone. Donned in tight fitted black jeans pant and black shirt hugging her curves. Her shades, hiding wherever, she was looking keenly. It’s a facade to distract enemy. Actually, her black aviator shade has laser power and can easily scan if anyone carrying any harmful weapons. Even a pocket knife gets detected under those glasses. “Is he back?” Once reaching near Scarlet, Ana asked. Scarlet didn’t reply instantly instead opened the door of the car and Ana slides inside. “Not, yet.” She answered closing the door after sitting beside Ana.

No sign that anything passed through here. But the energy is all wrong. I dig through my pack and pull out my scanner. I’m very proud of my creation. It’s an over-glorified EMF reader, retrofitted with quartz and silver filaments. Cerelia laughed the first time I used it. She said it looks like a toaster met a tarot deck. I don’t care, because it works and I’m a genius. Well, it usually works. Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up something, but it can’t hold the signal.

Killian whispered, his voice a low, predatory hum. ​The "Primal Eye" in the sky was no longer a single iris. It had fractured into a thousand smaller "Lenses"—each one a scouting-drone the size of a city block. They were systematically "Scanning" the Tundra, looking for the Gold-signature of the twins. They were searching for the "Power Source" they had lost at the mountain.

Elena. “You’re back.” “I think so.” “Can you see us?” “Yes.” “Can you see yourself?” Silence. “No.” Jonathan came running with equipment. Elena immediately said: “Ask before scanning.” He stopped. “May I?” “External state only.” “No identity inference?” “No narrative indexing.” “Agreed.” He scanned the invisible region. The machine found mass. Body temperature. Heartbeat. Blood flow. Neural activity. Normal human physiology. Visual return: none.

"It fits. If Bellweather's security guards pat me down, they'll feel wool and silk. They won't feel the tech." "They won't get close enough to pat you down," Theodore said, walking over and handing Adrian a sleek, metal-cased micro-scanner that glinted coldly in the overhead light. "Because while you're slipping into Bellweather's private study to copy the vault data, I'll be making sure the entire west wing is otherwise occupied." Adrian took the scanner, his fingers brushing against Theodore’s knuckles. The brief point of contact sent a sharp, electric jolt straight up his arm, instantly evaporating the chill in the room. "You're planning to cut the power again, aren't you?"