Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 150: The Power of Spatial Ability

The man was still frightened by Zhang Yi's words, but he had no way to escape. He had to follow Zhang Yi's command. So, he waved the fake knife in his hand and rushed at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's expression was extremely focused. When the man charged at him, a white light flashed in Zhang Yi's right eye. After a month of use, opening and closing his spatial ability had become instinctive.

In an instant, an invisible and intangible spatial portal appeared in front of Zhang Yi.

As the man swung the fake knife towards Zhang Yi's shoulder, something terrifying happened. His arm vanished into thin air right in front of Zhang Yi, as if it had entered an unseen world.

Panicking, the man tried to stop himself. Zhang Yi grabbed his arm and yanked him into the spatial space.

Zhang Yi's perspective switched to inside the spatial space, where he observed the man he had just brought in. The man was completely still, not even his breathing or heartbeat showed any signs of life.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly, unsure if the man had died upon entering the space or if his time had stopped and he would revive upon leaving.

He quickly released the man from the spatial space. As soon as the man emerged, his face turned pale, and he collapsed, gasping for air.

"What did you feel just now?" Zhang Yi asked.

The man, weak and pale, replied, "I felt like I entered a world of white, with mountains of supplies stacked everywhere. It felt like I stayed there for a century; it was terrifying. I might have been hallucinating."

Zhang Yi's pupils shrank.

It turned out that while the body remained still in the spatial space, the consciousness continued. This meant the time in the spatial space wasn't completely static; it was just incredibly slow compared to the outside world.

Staying there for too long would be unbearably painful, potentially causing mental collapse and death.

"So, if a living being stays too long in the spatial space, they might die from mental breakdown? Interesting!"

Zhang Yi gained more insight into his spatial ability.

He gestured for the man to stand up, who trembled as he got to his feet. Zhang Yi tried to pull him back into the spatial space, but it felt as difficult as moving a skyscraper.

"Does this mean it doesn't work on large living beings? Or is there another reason?"

Zhang Yi frowned, approached the man, and pulled a knife from his leg.

Before the man could react, Zhang Yi slashed, severing two of his fingers.

"Ah!!" The man fell to the ground, clutching his wound and screaming.

Unfazed, Zhang Yi used his spatial ability to collect the severed fingers, which worked without issue this time.

"Live bodies don't work, but severed parts do. Why is that?"

Zhang Yi returned the fingers, curious about his spatial ability.

However, he had gathered valuable information.

Looking at the man groaning on the ground, Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then took out a roast chicken from the spatial space and placed it before him.

"Eat this as compensation."

He also gave the man a roll of gauze to bandage his wound.

Despite the pain, the man eagerly grabbed the hot chicken, his eyes filled with tears. He was too hungry, having even gnawed on his leather sofa at home.

Ignoring his pain, he started devouring the chicken.

Zhang Yi patiently waited by the fire.

Once the man finished eating, Zhang Yi said, "Now let's continue. This time, throw something at me."

Instead of resenting Zhang Yi, the man seemed grateful and eagerly nodded. After bandaging his wound, he continued to assist Zhang Yi in his experiments.

A few hours later, Zhang Yi had all the experimental data he needed and a deeper understanding of his spatial ability.

First, there were limitations on collecting materials; it couldn't collect objects with strong external forces and didn't work on living beings.

Second, he could open a portal connecting the real world and the spatial space. While he hadn't figured out an offensive use, he could transfer physical attacks and redirect them.

These insights were a treasure trove for Zhang Yi.

"Now I know how to deal with Wang Siming's sanctuary."

His last bit of concern vanished. Looking at the man who helped him, Zhang Yi sincerely said, "Thank you for your help."

Before the man could respond, Zhang Yi's knife swiftly cut his throat.

"Spurt!"

Blood splattered, and the man fell. Fear flashed in his eyes before giving way to relief. He even died with a smile, glad to escape the cruel world, at least after eating a delicious roast chicken.

For the next two days, Zhang Yi brought someone in daily to continue his experiments and practice his new skills, ensuring he could use them seamlessly for his safety in upcoming actions. Each person who assisted him got a full meal before being killed, as Zhang Yi couldn't risk anyone learning about his abilities.

Three days passed quickly.

Zhang Yi had mastered his skills and called Xu Hao, "We can go now!"

Xu Hao looked much older these days, his face pale, lips purple, and deep dark circles under his eyes, even though he wasn't actually poisoned.

"Brother Zhang, I feel like I'm dying."

Zhang Yi chuckled internally. These days, he had provided food for Xu Hao, and logically, Xu Hao had been living easier than before.

Pretending to think, Zhang Yi fetched a vial of saline solution and said, "I can give you an injection to temporarily alleviate your symptoms."

Xu Hao, seeing hope, quickly bared his arm.

"Give me the shot!"

Zhang Yi injected the saline and calmly said, "This will ease your symptoms for at most five days, but you'll still die from the poison. So, you'd better hope this mission succeeds, or neither of us will survive."

Feeling the saline's effect, Xu Hao's spirits lifted.

"Brother Zhang, I won't gamble with my life. This time, I'm fully committed to following you!"