112: Chapter 112 Open for Me
【Command confirmed.】
【Deducting pay-to-win points: 10,000 points.】
【Performing temporary dimensional upgrade on 'Eye of Truth'...】
【Upgrade initiated!】
The moment the words fell.
Boom—!!!
Wang Pingan felt as if both of his eyes had been thrown into two exploding suns!
An indescribable, scorching sensation—a terrifying energy that seemed intent on completely melting his eyeballs along with his optic nerves!
"Ah—!!!"
Wang Pingan couldn't help but let out a painful scream. He clutched his eyes tightly, his body convulsing violently from the intense pain.
"Kid! What's wrong with you?!" Mentor Murphy was startled when he saw this state and hurriedly tried to step forward to check on him.
But before he could get close,
an invisible, yet strangely powerful force field that made even him feel a sense of dread, suddenly erupted from Wang Pingan's body, firmly pushing him back and pinning him in place.
It was a kind of... higher-dimensional power, mixed with the aura of time and space!
Wang Pingan's screaming only lasted for a few short seconds.
When the scorching energy storm slowly subsided,
he slowly lowered his hands from his eyes.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, Mentor Murphy felt as if his breathing had stopped.
What kind of eyes had he just seen!
Those were no longer eyes that a human should possess.
Deep within the pupils of those eyes, it seemed as if countless stars were being born and dying, and countless timelines were flowing.
The left eye reflected the past.
The right eye reflected the future.
Just by being glanced at by those eyes,
Mentor Murphy felt as if his soul had been seen through.
All of his experiences over these past decades, all his secrets, and all his thoughts had nowhere to hide before those eyes.
"This... this is..." Mentor Murphy's voice became dry and hoarse from extreme shock.
Wang Pingan didn't answer him.
He just quietly stared at the "death chessboard" in front of him, filled with lethal traps.
In the vision of his "new version" 【Eye of Truth】,
the entire world had changed.
He could clearly "see" the flow of time.
He could "see" which new spacetime rifts would be born within that void of darkness "0.1 seconds" after this "present" moment.
He could also "see" where those existing spacetime rifts would disappear "0.1 seconds" later.
Everything was presented in his mind in advance in the most intuitive and clear way, like a movie script!
Although it was only a short 0.1 seconds,
for Wang Pingan, who possessed nearly 500 points of speed and a neural reaction speed a hundred times greater than an ordinary person,
this 0.1-second "future vision" was already enough for him to make any necessary response!
"So... that's how it is."
He turned his head to look at Mentor Murphy, who had completely turned to stone.
"Mentor, sit tight."
"Next, let me show you what real... skill is!"
Having said that, he no longer hesitated.
Controlling the battered "seagull", he was like a top-tier artist dancing on the tip of a blade.
He dove headfirst into that absolute death zone composed of countless spacetime rifts!
The hull of the "seagull" began to weave and dodge frantically through the narrow gaps filled with lethal traps, in an inconceivable way that completely defied the laws of inertia!
Every turn was precise down to the millimeter.
Every acceleration allowed it to narrowly, oh so narrowly, graze past the new rifts exactly 0.01 seconds before they were born.
Its movements were sometimes like a ghost, silently gliding between two closing rifts.
At other times, it was like a wild dragon, using an unreasonable posture to dodge three lethal rifts attacking simultaneously from different directions with an inconceivable "Z" maneuver!
The entire process was thrilling to the extreme!
And... beautiful to the extreme!
Mentor Murphy stared blankly at the god-like flight trajectory outside the porthole, watching the ship that he thought was doomed to die transform into an elegant butterfly dancing gracefully in the death storm under the boy's control.
His brain had completely shut down.
He felt that all the knowledge he had built up over the decades regarding physics, space, and flight had been completely crushed into dust by that boy at this moment, in the most brutal and unreasonable way!
"Is... is this damn thing... even human?" he muttered to himself.
Wang Pingan didn't pay attention to his shock.
He poured all of his spirit into this dance with death.
His Psychokinesis, his reaction speed, and his operational precision were pushed to an unprecedented limit at this moment!
The distance was closing, inch by inch.
The "core of spacetime", radiating a seven-colored glazed light, was becoming larger and clearer in his vision.
One hundred meters!
Fifty meters!
Ten meters!
Finally, after experiencing an extreme traversal that would have caused any ace pilot to suffer a mental breakdown on the spot,
the battered bow of the "seagull" finally arrived safely in front of the "core of spacetime"!
"Now!"
Wang Pingan let out a roar in his heart!
The massive Psychokinesis he had long prepared transformed into an invisible giant hand!
At the very last instant, just before the "core of spacetime" could instinctively try to escape into a higher-dimensional space due to the approach of the "seagull"!
He grabbed it fiercely!
"Get... over here!"
He used all his strength, trying to forcefully drag that legendary cosmic artifact into the cabin of the "seagull"!
However, the weight of the "core of spacetime" far exceeded his imagination!
It was like an immovable rock rooted deep within spacetime!
No matter how much force Wang Pingan applied, he couldn't shake it even a little bit!
Meanwhile, the surrounding spacetime rifts, which were originally stable, began to become violent and chaotic due to the movement of the "core of spacetime"!
Like sharks that had smelled blood, they crazily closed in on the "seagull" from all directions!
"Damn it! Break open for me!"
Wang Pingan was truly anxious. His eyes bloodshot, he poured his physical strength, without reservation, through the neural connection system, into the ship's mechanical arm!
Creak—!
The "seagull"'s mechanical arm, which was already scarred and used for sample collection, let out a mournful groan of being unable to bear the load at this moment!
It reached toward the "core of spacetime" in an extremely slow, yet incredibly determined manner.