Chapter 300

Dusk settled heavily, a full moon rising into the night sky, its glow cold and clear.

Chen Yansen drove his Bentley Mulsanne slowly into Xucheng Academy, finally parking beneath the faculty apartment building.

He immediately stepped inside and turned the key to Room 0418.

Entering the living room, he shut the door behind him, sat down beside the sofa, and summoned the system panel.

"Allocate points!"

A vast, majestic golden mist surged through the air and shot into his brow, this time with intense force—his eyes even glowed faintly gold.

The radius of his spiritual sense extended continuously from its original eighteen meters: nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, until it finally halted at thirty meters.

Within the nine-hundred-square-meter area around him, colors instantly appeared—the gray-white perception world now perfectly synchronized with visible reality.

The only difference was that Chen Yansen, using his spiritual sense, could see farther and with far greater clarity; people, objects, insects, and small animals nearby all lay under his control.

After just a few breaths, the enhancement ended.

Chen Yansen walked to the mirror and examined his subtle changes—his eyes were brighter, but nothing else seemed altered.

"Clang—!"

"Clang—!"

"Clang—!"

The dumbbell plates by the wall floated one after another into midair.

Chen Yansen remembered clearly: his previous object-control limit was 41. 5 kilograms; now, controlling ten dumbbell plates, he felt not the slightest fatigue.

Each weighed ten kilograms!

Immediately, his will rose—and the eleventh dumbbell plate lifted into the air.

The twelfth!

The thirteenth!

…

The twenty-third!

The twenty-fourth!

When the total weight reached a terrifying 240 kilograms, Chen Yansen finally felt strain—he could no longer lift even one more ten-kilogram plate.

"Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

Under his control, the stack of dumbbell plates returned to their original position.

Then, his solidified spiritual force coiled in concentric circles around his feet, gradually forming a half-meter-square disc.

His body, weighing nearly two hundred jin, rose and hovered in midair.

He had lifted himself?

Chen Yansen took a deep breath and muttered inwardly: This damn system's upgrade path—does it really intend to turn me into a god?

What does it feel like to fly?

Chen Yansen stomped his foot—it felt like stepping on concrete.

He tried taking a step forward—the disc instantly split into two, firmly adhering beneath his feet.

Walking through the air was like climbing stairs.

What if he wrapped himself in spiritual force?

Chen Yansen thought of it instantly, his interest sparked—in an instant, his remaining spiritual force flowed like water across his skin, forming a protective membrane.

The disc beneath his feet was absorbed—but he still floated in midair!

It worked!

A faint, smug smile curled Chen Yansen's lips; though the system gave no manual, he had figured out every use of spiritual force through simple experimentation.

The room was too small—he couldn't fully test it here.

Thinking of this, Chen Yansen hovered three millimeters above the ground and glided silently out of Room 0418, locking the door behind him.

Standing on the fourth floor, Chen Yansen glanced downward, thinking: If not for fear of being noticed, he'd never need stairs or elevators again.

He smiled faintly and drifted down the staircase toward the first floor.

Thanks to his spiritual sense, no one noticed his bizarre movement.

The faculty apartment pressed against Xucheng Academy's wall; Chen Yansen avoided the cameras and leapt effortlessly over the three-meter-high brick wall.

Beyond the wall lay golden wheat fields; all around was pitch-black silence.

Yet in Chen Yansen's ears, he heard rabbits digging, crickets burrowing, wheat-tail snakes racing, pheasants sprinting, grasshoppers leaping—the moonlight poured down, illuminating river channels kilometers away, shimmering like silver scales.

After confirming no one was watching, Chen Yansen lifted his foot and floated above the wheat stalks.

Under his control, his flight speed increased steadily.

Initially, he moved at four to five kilometers per hour—roughly the pace of a normal person walking.

Then he reached ten kilometers per hour—equal to a fast run.

Twenty, sixty, one hundred kilometers per hour!

Speed kept rising, but his brain grew increasingly swollen, a faint ache beginning to throb.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen slowed his pace gradually.

Next, he tested flight altitude and endurance—the limit wasn't his spiritual strength, but the thinning air at height; temperature was a minor concern.

His endurance was equally impressive—he hovered continuously for over ten minutes before feeling even a trace of fatigue.

Although in 2012, the United States' most advanced KH-11 Keyhole satellite had a resolution of ten centimeters, capturing his silhouette required the satellite to be precisely aligned over Xucheng Academy, with ideal lighting and no cloud cover, plus real-time data processing precision.

But such technology did not exist in 2012.

Even if he were captured by satellite, at ten-centimeter resolution, he'd be mistaken for a humanoid balloon.

Chen Yansen put away his phone used for speed testing and turned back toward Xucheng Academy.

Additionally, on the system panel's Talent section, a new talent quietly appeared: 【Planck Clock】. Unlike 【Photographic Memory】 and 【Rhino Skin, Tiger Bones】, this newly activated talent had an explanatory line beside its text.

When activated, it grants one subjective hour of thinking time within one real second.

Chen Yansen pondered briefly and immediately understood the rule: 【Planck Clock】 was like bullet time—opening an overclocked mind, stretching time by 3600 times, making it an unbeatable tool for research and development.

With his spiritual force and this talent, he had effectively shattered the technological lock—a project requiring hundreds of people and three years could be completed by him in just two or three days.

【Planck Clock】 was an active talent—activation and deactivation required the system panel.

Such an anomaly made Chen Yansen wary.

This thing likely had a significant side effect.

Chen Yansen did not test it immediately; only when he returned to Room 0418 and sat on the sofa did he focus his will and activate 【Planck Clock】.

The next instant, the entire world seemed to pause.

His thoughts accelerated to an unimaginable speed—the memory compression problem he'd encountered while coding AuroraFutureOS instantly resolved into a superior solution.

New ideas emerged for inter-process communication, ecological compatibility layers, and layered security models.

All business data from Senlian Capital's subsidiaries wove together like a spiderweb; organizational structures and management flaws, previously invisible, now lay bare before him.

The code already written for AuroraFutureOS instantly became garbage—utterly worthless.

Chen Yansen instinctively wanted to rise and grab his computer—but the thought formed, yet his body remained motionless.

His movements had slowed by 3600 times!

This talent was terrifyingly powerful—worth every million human sparks he'd spent.

"Deactivate!"

Chen Yansen silently commanded, exiting 【Planck Clock】.

Immediately after, crushing exhaustion swept over him—he lacked even the strength to climb onto the bed, collapsing face-first onto the sofa.

His last glimpse was his phone's timer: only three seconds had passed.

Fuck, only three seconds?

Chen Yansen's eyelids slammed shut; both mind and body felt an unprecedented heaviness.

Since his rebirth, he had never been this exhausted—lips pale, he dropped into sleep at once.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the glass, birds chirped outside, and the school's broadcast played gentle music.

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes.

On the wall clock, the hour hand pointed to 10.

(End of Chapter)