157: Chapter 157 Obtained the [Space] ability

Bishop Qin Cang's car drove into the Holy Court headquarters.

Passing through checkpoint after checkpoint.

The first was a thick black iron gate, with two knights in white armor standing at the entrance who saluted when they saw Bishop Qin Cang's car.

The second was a gray-white stone wall embedded with iron spikes. There were also knights at the entrance, two more than the first checkpoint, totaling four.

The third was a tunnel, very, very long. The stone walls on both sides were embedded with lamps made of copper, with blue flames burning on the wicks.

There were no knights in the tunnel, but Bishop Qin Cang's car slowed down.

The blue flames flickered once, then again, like eyes scanning the surroundings.

Bishop Qin Cang did not move. Wang Lin did not move either.

The car drove out of the tunnel.

The fourth was a stone gate, gray and very large.

Two rows of knights, twelve in total, stood at the entrance wearing silver-white armor, holding spears whose tips glinted coldly under the blue light.

They did not stop Bishop Qin Cang's car, but their gazes remained fixed on Wang Lin.

The car finally stopped.

It stopped in front of a gray-white building that was not tall but very wide, so wide that one could not see the end at a glance.

Bishop Qin Cang got out of the car, and Wang Lin followed.

Several people in white coats came out from the building to greet them.

Upon seeing Bishop Qin Cang, they bowed and called out, "Bishop."

Bishop Qin Cang nodded. "The person has been brought."

The gazes of those in white coats landed on Wang Lin, sizing him up as if examining a precious experimental subject.

Entering the building and walking through the corridor, there were tightly closed doors on both sides.

Wang Lin looked in through the small windows, seeing laboratories, various instruments, and organs soaking in glass jars.

Wang Lin didn't look for long, nor did he ask any questions.

At the end of the corridor was another door.

Behind the door was a large room. In the center of the room was a stone bed, surrounded by several people in white coats, bustling about—some carrying trays, some holding test tubes, some operating instruments, and some recording data.

A person lay on the stone bed, their face as pale as paper, lips as purple as an eggplant, eyes closed, and breathing very shallow.

There was a hole in their chest—not a gunshot wound, not a knife wound, but a hole gouged out from the inside by something.

Black light flowed along the edges of the hole, like ink, and also like shadows.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the group of white coats, with deep dark circles under his eyes, clearly having not slept well for a long time.

"Bishop, Lin Mo cannot hold on any longer. His blood pressure keeps dropping, and his heart rate is unstable."

"We have tried every method; we have used every available medicine, and we have tried every possible approach."

"His body has reached its limit. If this continues, he will hold on for at most three more days."

Bishop Qin Cang looked at the person on the stone bed and fell silent.

"His name is Lin Mo. Sequence 6, the owner of the Spatial Ability."

"For the top ten sequences, there can only be one owner."

"If he dies, the Spatial Ability will disappear, and no one knows when it will awaken in another person."

"It could be years, decades, or even centuries."

"The Holy Court cannot wait. Nor can we let the Spatial Ability fall into the hands of other organizations."

"Therefore, we have been keeping him alive, using the best medicinal materials, hiring the best doctors, and using the most precious forbidden artifacts."

"At the same time, we have been searching for a way to restore his body."

"We have searched for three years and found nothing. He can no longer hold on."

The middle-aged man in the white coat wiped the sweat from his forehead again. "Blood pressure is dropping again, and his heart rate is unstable. Agent number four, quickly."

Bishop Qin Cang turned to look at Wang Lin. "See if you can inherit his spatial power."

Wang Lin looked at him and walked toward the stone bed.

The people in white coats were stunned when they saw him and tried to stop him,

but Bishop Qin Cang's voice floated over from behind. "Let him pass."

The people in white coats stepped aside.

Wang Lin stood by the stone bed, looking down at the person lying on it, not rushing to act.

He turned to look at Bishop Qin Cang. "If I absorb his Superpower now, he will die immediately. Is that okay?"

Bishop Qin Cang remembered how Lin Mo looked when he was first brought back three years ago.

Back then, Lin Mo had gripped Bishop Qin Cang's hand tightly. "Bishop... I don't want to die..."

Bishop Qin Cang did not answer, only holding Lin Mo's hand.

Afterwards, the Holy Court exhausted every means, but in the end, they could not save him.

It had been three years; he had watched helplessly as Lin Mo turned from a living person into a breathing corpse.

He was not a heartless person; he also felt sadness, reluctance, and wondered if he had done the wrong thing.

But he had no other choice.

Now that Wang Lin had come, Lin Mo could finally be released.

He looked at Wang Lin and said, "It is okay. Death is a release for him."

"Begin."

Wang Lin did not use his Tentacles or his Devouring; he simply placed his hand on Lin Mo's dantian, spread his fingers, palm facing down, and closed his eyes.

His Mental Energy, like an invisible net, probed into Lin Mo's body.

Wang Lin felt that seed, the seed of the Sequence 6 Spatial Ability, like a star about to extinguish, curled up in Lin Mo's dantian.

It was very weak, its light dim, like an oil lamp about to burn out.

When Wang Lin's Mental Energy touched the seed, it brightened, like a star being re-ignited.

The light flowed along Wang Lin's hand, as if it were being sent over.

With his last shred of consciousness and his last ounce of strength, Lin Mo sent his Superpower over.

Wang Lin did not refuse. The light flowed in through his palm, and finally, the seed settled in his dantian.

The seed of the Sequence 6 [Spatial] Superpower made a home in Wang Lin's dantian.

Wang Lin withdrew his hand.

The numbers on the instruments on the stone bed stopped jumping, turning into a straight line.

The people in white coats stood by, no one speaking or moving.

They knew this day would come sooner or later; they had prepared for three years and waited for three years, but when it truly arrived, no one could accept it.

Bishop Qin Cang looked at Wang Lin. "Did it succeed?"

Wang Lin did not answer; he raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and faced his palm forward.

The space in front of him began to twist and ripple, and then a rift appeared out of thin air.

The people in white coats stared at the rift. "Spatial... it succeeded... it really succeeded..."

Bishop Qin Cang asked, "How big?"

"With my current Mental Energy, I can only open a ten-cubic-meter spatial warehouse."

Bishop Qin Cang nodded.

Wang Lin withdrew his hand, and the rift closed like a shut door.

Then, Wang Lin raised his right hand again. This time, instead of spreading his fingers, he pressed his index and middle fingers together and lightly slashed in front of him.

Wang Lin stepped inside.

A dozen seconds later, Wang Lin appeared at the other end of the room, a full hundred meters away from where he had just been standing.

This was Spatial Teleportation.

"With my current Mental Energy, I can only teleport a hundred meters."

Bishop Qin Cang's eyelids twitched.

One hundred meters. On the battlefield, ten meters could determine life or death, and a hundred meters could change the course of a battle.

"Not bad."

Afterwards, Wang Lin tried Spatial Cutting, Spatial Lockdown, and Spatial Dimension—those high-level skills,

but with Wang Lin's current Mental Energy, he could not activate them yet. If he forced them, he might overdraw his Mental Energy.