Chapter 300: Talent [Planck Clock]—Is It Really Only Three Seconds?

The dusk hung heavy as a full moon climbed into the night sky, its afterglow cold and clear.

Chen Yansen drove the Bentley Mulsanne, easing it into Void City Academy, and finally parked the car beneath the faculty apartment building.

He then went upstairs and turned open the door of room 0418.

Stepping into the living room and casually closing the door behind him, Chen Yansen sat down beside the sofa and summoned the system panel.

"Add points!"

A surge of grand, magnificent golden mist tore through the air and plunged into his brow in an instant; this time the sensation was especially intense, even dyeing his eyes with a flash of golden light.

The detection diameter of his divine sense stretched steadily outward from its original eighteen-plus meters—nineteen, twenty, twenty-one—until it barely stopped at thirty meters.

Within a radius of nine hundred square meters, all manner of colors appeared at once; the gray-white perceptual world had achieved a hundred-percent sync with what the naked eye could see.

The only difference was that, using his divine sense, Chen Yansen could see farther and with greater clarity—every nearby person, object, insect, and small animal was under his control.

After only a few breaths, the enhancement ended.

Chen Yansen walked to the mirror and carefully observed the subtle changes in himself; aside from his eyes being brighter, there seemed to be no other alterations.

*Clang—! *

*Clang—! *

*Clang—! *

One after another, the dumbbell plates in the corner of the room floated up into the air.

Chen Yansen remembered clearly—his original telekinesis limit was 41.25 kilograms; now, controlling ten dumbbell plates in one go, he felt not the slightest fatigue.

Each one weighed 10 kilograms!

Immediately after, his will rose, and the eleventh dumbbell plate instantly levitated.

The twelfth!

The thirteenth!

……

The twenty-third!

The twenty-fourth!

When the weight reached a terrifying 240 kilograms, Chen Yansen finally felt the strain; try as he might to lift one more ten-kilogram dumbbell plate, he simply could not do it.

*Thud thud thud—! *

A stack of dumbbell plates, under Chen Yansen's control, returned to their original positions.

Then, his condensed spiritual power coiled around his soles in ring after ring, and a circular disc roughly half a meter across gradually took shape.

His nearly two-hundred-jin body rose with it, hovering in mid-air.

He had "lifted" himself up?

Chen Yansen drew a deep breath and cursed inwardly: Look at the way this damn system is remodeling me—does it really want to turn me into a god?

What does it feel like to fly?

Chen Yansen stamped his foot—it felt as though he were standing on solid concrete.

He tried taking a step forward, and the disc immediately split in two, clinging firmly beneath his feet.

Walking through the air was just like walking up a staircase.

What if he wrapped his entire body in spiritual power?

The thought struck Chen Yansen, and his interest was immediately piqued; in an instant, the remaining spiritual power flowed like water, creeping across his skin's surface and forming a protective membrane.

The disc beneath his feet was absorbed as well, yet he still floated in mid-air!

It worked!

The corners of Chen Yansen's mouth lifted slightly, curving into a smug smile; although the system had provided no manual, a little experimentation on his part had uncovered the uses of spiritual power one by one.

The room was too small—there was no room to maneuver.

Thinking of this, Chen Yansen hovered three millimeters off the ground and, with buttery smoothness, "drifted" out of room 0418, remembering to lock the door behind him as he left.

Standing on the fourth floor, Chen Yansen glanced down and couldn't help thinking: If not for the fear of being noticed, he wouldn't even need to use the stairs or elevator from now on.

He smiled faintly and drifted toward the first floor along the stairwell.

Thanks to his divine sense's perception, not a single person noticed his bizarre movements.

The faculty apartment stood right against Void Academy's perimeter wall; Chen Yansen avoided the surveillance cameras and, with a light leap, cleared the three-meter-tall brick wall.

Beyond the wall stretched a field of golden wheat. All around was pitch-black, exceptionally still.

Yet in Chen Yansen's ears, he could hear rabbits digging burrows, crickets burrowing into holes, wheat-tip snakes darting, pheasants running, and grasshoppers taking flight; moonlight poured down, illuminating the river's surface several kilometers away and shimmering with a silvery-scaled gleam.

After making sure no one was watching, Chen Yansen lifted his foot and floated just above the wheat ears.

Under his control, his body's flight speed grew faster and faster.

At first it was only four to five kilometers per hour—about the same as an ordinary person's walking pace.

Then it reached ten kilometers per hour, matching a brisk run.

Twenty kilometers per hour, sixty, a hundred!

The faster he went, the more his head throbbed; he could faintly feel a prickling pain.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen gradually slowed his speed.

Next, he separately tested his flight altitude and endurance; what limited his altitude was not the strength of his spiritual power, but the thin air at high altitudes—temperature, on the other hand, was a minor issue.

His endurance was equally impressive; only after floating continuously in mid-air for over ten minutes did a trace of weariness appear.

Although the United States' most advanced KH-11 Kennen satellite in 2012 could achieve a resolution of roughly ten centimeters, to actually capture the outline of his figure, it would first need the reconnaissance satellite to be aimed precisely at the area around Void Academy, with good lighting and no cloud cover, and second, it would need precise real-time data-processing capability.

And these technologies did not exist in 2012.

What's more, even if a satellite really did snap a picture, at the current ten-centimeter resolution, he would be mistaken for a human-shaped balloon.

Chen Yansen pocketed the phone he had used to measure his speed and turned back toward Void Academy.

Moreover, on the talent column of the system panel, a talent called 【Planck Clock】 had quietly appeared. Unlike 【Photographic Memory】 and 【Rhino Hide Tiger Bone】, this newly activated talent had an extra line of explanation beside the text.

Once the talent is activated, within 1 second, one can possess 1 hour of thinking time in subjective consciousness.

Chen Yansen pondered it briefly and immediately sorted out the usage rules. 【Planck Clock】 was similar to bullet time, equivalent to overclocking one's thinking, stretching time by 3600 times. For research and development, it was absolutely an invincible divine artifact.

With his mental strength plus this talent, it was as if he had torn open the lock on technology. A piece of tech that would normally require hundreds of people and three years to develop—if handed to him, he could probably get it done in just two or three days.

【Planck Clock】 was an active talent; activating and deactivating it both had to be done through the system panel.

Such an abnormality made Chen Yansen's heart instinctively fill with vigilance.

This thing most likely had side effects, and not small ones at that.

Chen Yansen did not test it right away. Only after he returned to 0418 and sat down on the sofa did he concentrate his mind and try to activate 【Planck Clock】.

The next second, the entire world seemed to pause.

His thoughts raced at an unimaginable speed. The smart memory compression problem he had encountered that afternoon while writing aurorafutureos—he instantly thought of a better solution.

Regarding inter-process communication, the ecological compatibility layer, and the layered security model, he also had new ideas.

The business data of all the subsidiaries of Senlian Capital intertwined like a spider's web. The organizational structure and management loopholes of ordinary days were now all exposed before his eyes.

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

Chen Yansen subconsciously wanted to get up and fetch his computer, but though the thought was there, his body hesitated and wouldn't move.

His movements had also slowed down by 3600 times!

This talent was terrifyingly powerful, worthy of the over a million Human Dao Sparks he had poured into it before and after.

"Deactivate!"

Chen Yansen muttered silently and withdrew from the 【Planck Clock】 talent.

But what followed immediately was a dizzy, heavy fatigue. He didn't even have the strength to climb onto the bed and collapsed onto the sofa.

With his last glance, he caught sight of the timer on his phone—only three seconds had passed in total.

Dammit, only three seconds?

Chen Yansen's eyelids dropped heavily. Whether on the spiritual or physical level, he felt a heaviness he had never experienced before.

Since his rebirth, this was the first time he had been exhausted to such a state. His lips went pale, and he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The next morning, sunlight streamed straight in through the glass, birds chirping noisily by his ear, and light, soothing music played from the school's broadcast.

Only then did Chen Yansen slowly open his eyes.

At this moment, the wall clock's hour hand pointed to the number 10.

(End of this chapter)