Chapter 150 The Strength of Spatial Abilities
James Davis felt a lingering fear in his heart after hearing what Steven said.
However, he couldn't run away now; he could only follow Steven's orders.
So, James swung the fake knife in his hand and slashed at Steven.
Steven looked intensely focused, and as James charged at him, a flash of white light appeared in his right eye.
After a month of use, opening and closing the extradimensional space had become second nature to him.
In an instant, an invisible and intangible door to the extradimensional space appeared in front of him.
James charged with the fake knife, swinging his right hand towards Steven's shoulder.
But the next moment, something terrifying happened.
His arm vanished into thin air in front of Steven, as if it had entered a world invisible to the naked eye.
In his panic, he desperately tried to stop himself.
Steven timely grabbed his arm and yanked it hard into his extradimensional space!
James was pulled entirely into the extradimensional space.
Steven's perspective instantly switched to inside his extradimensional space, where he carefully observed James.
James was completely still, not moving a muscle.
Even when Steven checked his breathing and heartbeat, there was no response.
Steven frowned slightly, unsure if James had died upon entering the space or if his body's time had stopped and he would come back to life upon leaving.
So, he quickly released James from the space.
As soon as he came out, James's face turned pale, and his body seemed to collapse, gasping for air.
'It seems that it does affect living organisms. If they stay too long, they might really die!' Steven nodded, having gained another crucial piece of information.
"What did you feel just now?" Steven asked.
James weakly said, "I felt like I entered a world of endless white. There were mountains of supplies piled up in there."
He continued, "I felt as if I stayed there for a century. It was terrifying! Maybe I was hallucinating."
Steven's pupils contracted.
'So, even though a person's body is in a state of stasis inside the extradimensional space, their consciousness still exists.'
'In other words, time in the extradimensional space isn't absolutely still; it's just that the flow of time is countless times slower than the outside world.'
'This means that when a person enters, their body can't move, but their consciousness experiences an eternity in a static world.'
'That feeling must be extremely painful, even making one wish for death!'
'So, if a living organism stays in the extradimensional space for too long, they might die from a mental breakdown? I see!' Steven understood.
'Interesting!' he exclaimed inwardly.
Steven gained a deeper understanding of the extradimensional space.
He waved at James. "You, stand up!"
James stood up shakily.
Steven opened the extradimensional space, attempting to pull him inside.
But this time, he felt extremely strained, as if he were trying to move a skyscraper.
'Does it not work on large living organisms? Or is it...' Steven frowned.
He suddenly approached James and pulled out a dagger from his leg.
Before James could react, a flash of white light cut off two of his fingers!
He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his wound and screaming.
Steven's expression remained unchanged as he tried to collect the severed fingers.
This time, he succeeded without any hindrance.
'Living beings don't work, but severed fingers do. Why?' he pondered.
Steven returned the fingers to James, growing even more curious about his extradimensional space.
However, now he had gathered a lot of useful information.
Looking at James, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain, Steven thought for a moment and took out a roast chicken from the extradimensional space, placing it slowly in front of him.
"Eat this; consider it compensation."
He also handed James a roll of gauze to bandage himself.
James was on the verge of passing out from the pain, but the steaming roast chicken made his eyes light up.
He was starving so much that he had gnawed on his leather couch at home.
And now, there was a roast chicken right in front of him!
He didn't even care about the pain in his fingers, crying as he devoured the chicken.
Steven wasn't in a hurry. He sat by the fire, poking at the flames with a table leg.
After James finished the roast chicken, Steven said, "Let's continue. This time, throw something at me."
James, instead of resenting Steven, was full of gratitude.
He quickly nodded, wrapped his wound with the gauze, and continued to cooperate with Steven's experiments.
A few hours later, Steven had gathered the experimental data he wanted and gained a greater understanding of the extradimensional space's abilities.
First, there seemed to be limitations on collecting materials. He had learned that he couldn't collect objects with strong external forces, and it didn't work on living people.
Second, when using it, he could open a door connecting the real world and the extradimensional space. He hadn't figured out an active attack method yet, but he could redirect physical attacks and counterattacks by adjusting the vector direction.
Knowing these two points was like unlocking a huge treasure for Steven.
'Now, I know how to deal with the Brock family's shelter.'
Steven's last bit of hesitation was completely gone.
He looked at the man who had helped him with the experiments and sincerely said, "Thank you for your help."
Before James could respond, Steven's dagger swiftly slashed across his throat.
Blood splattered, and he fell to the ground.
In his final moments, a flash of fear crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by relief.
He even had a faint smile on his lips as he died.
At least, he had a delicious roast chicken before he died.
For the next two days, Steven brought in a person each day to help him with his experiments.
He also practiced his new skill to ensure he could use it as naturally as his own limbs. Only then could he guarantee his safety in the upcoming actions.
Each person who helped him practice was given a full meal before Steven killed them.
Because his ability was his greatest asset, he couldn't afford to let it be known.
And so, three days quickly passed.
Steven had fully mastered the use of his skill and called Frank, telling him, "We can go now!"
Frank had aged significantly over the past few days. Although he wasn't poisoned, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he had dark circles under his eyes.
This was due to his strong self-suggestion, causing his body to exhibit symptoms of poisoning.
"Mr. Rogers, I feel like I'm dying." he said.
Steven secretly laughed to himself.
He had been providing food for Frank these past few days, and in fact, Frank's life had been easier than before.
After pretending to think for a moment, Steven retrieved a vial of saline and said to Frank, "I can give you an injection of antidote to temporarily alleviate your symptoms."
Frank, seeing a glimmer of hope, rolled up his sleeve and exposed his arm.
"Give it to me. Please give me the shot!" He became excited.
Steven picked up the syringe and slowly injected the saline into Frank, then said calmly, "This will alleviate your symptoms, but it will only last for five days. After that, you'll still die from the poison."
"So, you'd better pray that this mission succeeds. Otherwise, both of us will meet a grim end."
After the saline injection, Frank felt a strange energy surge through his body, and he became more spirited.
"Mr. Rogers, don't worry. I won't gamble with my life." He continued, "This time, I'm fully committed to following you!"
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