Chapter 149 Superpower Experiment
Frank looked at Steven with earnest eyes and said, "Mr. Rogers, my life is in your hands now. Are you still afraid that I might betray you?"
"If something happens to you, I'll die, too!"
Steven thought this plan was indeed feasible.
Frank understood that Steven would use him as a shield, and since Frank believed he was poisoned, he couldn't possibly harm Steven.
Once Steven successfully entered the shelter, Brock's two golden Desert Eagles wouldn't be a problem for him.
'The success rate is extremely high, at least 95%.' Steven evaluated in his mind.
However, he still felt a bit uneasy.
After all, he was good at defense, but offense was not his strong suit.
It was his first time actively attacking a super shelter, and to say he wasn't nervous would be a lie.
'If only there was a way to completely solve the problem of fire and gas .' Steven sighed inwardly.
The initiative was not in his hands, and he couldn't feel at ease.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Steven's mind.
'Wait a minute!'
'Fire and gas. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?'
Steven tried to grasp that fleeting inspiration.
He instinctively felt it was important becausethere was something he could use.
'I got it!' After racking his brain, Steven finally realized what it was.
It was his extradimensional space!
For a long time, Steven had only considered his extradimensional space as a storage ability and had never thought of applying it in combat.
However, it could store objects, and its internal time was nearly at a standstill.
If he could utilize this function, could it become a very powerful combat ability?
Steven was a bit excited. If he could truly tap into the potential of his ability, the benefits would be unimaginable!
Steven immediately stood up eagerly.
Frank, who was lying on the ground, was still waiting expectantly for Steven's response.
Steven waved his hand at him and said, "Go back and wait for my news. I'll give you an answer in a few days."
Frank was terrified, saying, "But Mr. Rogers, even if I can wait, the poison in my body can't!"
Steven rolled his eyes at him. "What are you afraid of? I said the poison won't take effect until seven days. At most, in three days, or as soon as in a day or two, I will definitely give you an answer. Just wait patiently!"
Frank's hair stood on end; no one knew how uncomfortable he felt after that injection.
He still felt his body becoming weaker.
Frank wanted to say something, but Steven's sharp gaze made him retreat.
"Then I'll go back and wait for your answer. You must contact me!" he just asked.
Frank left Steven in frustration.
Steven, seizing the moment of inspiration, hurried back to his room to continue pondering how to develop his ability.
In fact, Steven had always used the extradimensional space just for storing objects.
He didn't fully understand its capabilities; he only knew the basics, enough to get by.
For example, the extradimensional space could store independently existing objects.
But once there was a strong external force, it was difficult to store, such as a house in a building and a piece of snow dug out from the ground.
Taking these things was very challenging.
As for its effect on living organisms, Steven had only experimented with a fish.
He wasn't sure how it would work on humans.
"When I have time, I must spend energy developing my ability. Maybe besides the extradimensional space and precise shooting, there are other areas waiting for me to explore."
"But for now, I need to consider how to use my ability to counter Brock's shelter's attack."
Steven stroked his chin, looking serious.
'Gas and high-temperature jet flames.'
'When they are sprayed from traps, they actively come at me, so there will be no resistance in storing them. Theoretically, it should be entirely possible!'
Steven's eyes grew brighter as his thoughts opened up a new realm.
"My extradimensional space is in a state of absolute or near-absolute stillness internally."
"Then, maintaining the same kinetic energy, as long as I change the direction, altering the vector, I can even return the attacking objects back to their original path!"
Steven excitedly paced back and forth in the room, his eyes shining with excitement.
After thinking for a while, he left the room and went to an empty house downstairs.
Then he started a fire to test his theory.
As the flames burned, Steven reached out his right hand towards the fire, fingers spread, using his ability to store the flames in the extradimensional space.
As expected, the process went very smoothly because Steven was utilizing the inherent rules of the extradimensional space.
In the past, he was accustomed to using firearms in combat and hadn't paid attention to developing his abilities.
After storing the flames, Steven immediately opened an exit within the extradimensional space, facing the original position of the flames in the external space.
The flames instantly shot out.
From the outside, it looked as if Steven had cast some kind of magic, reflecting the stored flames back!
'Isn't this total counterattack?' Steven's eyes widened, and he laughed joyfully.
"I get it! The extradimensional space can be used this way, too." he said with excitement.
"This is a divine defensive skill!" At this moment, Steven was like a child who had discovered a new toy.
Men remained boys at heart; who hadn't dreamed of becoming a superhero?
In his excitement, Steven clenched his fist, his eyes shining brightly in the firelight.
'Next, I need to master this skill proficiently. Then any long-range attack, no, even close-range attacks will be ineffective against me!'
'But,' Steven pinched his chin, 'what if I use this ability on a person?'
Steven's extradimensional space had only stored one living thing—a fish in a tank.
But when he took it out the next day, it was dead.
At that time, Steven didn't think much of it, just regretting that he couldn't establish a shelter inside.
But now, considering the combat aspect, he needed to experiment with a living person.
Steven crossed his arms, his eyes gradually becoming indifferent.
'This was too easy.'
That night, Steven went to an apartment building and had them hand over a person.
Steven took the person to an empty room and handed him a "knife" made from rolled-up A4 paper.
A fire burned in the middle of the room, and Steven's tall figure was imposing in the firelight.
The poor guy holding the fake knife was trembling with fear.
Steven looked at him, smiling, and beckoned. "Come and attack me! If you can hit me, I'll reward you with a piece of bread."
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