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Suddenly, Lin Feng felt that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar environment. The surroundings were filled with white; it was a pure white, not the kind of white typical of a hospital. The white he saw now was so pure that even he could not describe it. It could be said that everything around him was white, and he was not lying on a bed but floating in this place.
That's right, floating! Lin Feng realized that he could freely move to any spot here without needing to walk; he could simply float over.
This was an incredible phenomenon!
Where is this? Lin Feng found himself somewhat confused.
"Friend from Earth, have you awakened? That's wonderful!" An elderly voice echoed in Lin Feng's surroundings, yet no one was visible.
Damn! Could it really be heaven? But where are the angels?
Can sleeping lead to heaven?
"Don't be afraid, friend. I mean you no harm! I am not an angel; your soul is merely in my space. I could take on the appearance of an Earthling, but I don't think that's necessary since I will be leaving here soon." The elderly voice spoke again, carrying a hint of nostalgia.
"Are you an alien?" Lin Feng finally reacted. Once, he had dreamed of encountering aliens and gaining abilities that would change his life, but the trials of life had gradually made him find his former innocence laughable. He had learned to face reality and speak with it.
"Haha... that's right! It seems that intelligent beings on Earth have some concept of us Walker Aliens. Good, this way I won't have to waste too many words. In short, as long as you know I am a Walker Alien, that's enough. You are the second lucky person to arrive in this space. However, you are even luckier than the first!" The voice seemed somewhat excited as it explained endlessly.
"Oh, there's a first one? How long ago was that?" Lin Feng was curious about another Earthling who had experienced the same fate. He also considered a question: these aliens could live for thousands of years; he wondered if that Earthling was still alive.
"Hehe... don't worry. Using your Earth time concept, he came to this space four years ago; he should be around sixty years old now. He is still alive, but the special ability we added to his soul—'photographic memory'—is almost gone. Later, I will help you increase your Mental Power tenfold. When you return to Earth, please help him recover some of his Mental Power, okay?" The voice seemed to know Lin Feng's thoughts and continued to drop a bombshell: the ability to have photographic memory!
This is a **naked temptation**, and Lin Feng is no exception! Naturally, he readily agreed, saying, "Okay, I will definitely do it!"
Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a tremor in his soul. It was brief but profound, like the sensation of standing on the hundredth floor during a massive earthquake. This feeling penetrated to the bone but quickly vanished.
"Alright, my task is complete. Your soul now possesses ten times the Mental Power of an ordinary person. This space is about to be destroyed, so you should leave! As for why I am helping you, I can only say that we mean no harm. I hope you can trust us, but I cannot tell you the reason!" The voice faded away, leaving behind an air of mystery.
"Hey... hey..." Lin Feng called out a couple of times, still unwilling to give up. Just as he was about to say he didn't know how to leave this place, he felt himself lighten, just like when he arrived. He realized he was going back to Earth. Remembering that he now possessed ten times the Mental Power of an ordinary person, Lin Feng didn't know whether to cry or laugh. After all, what good are these abilities to someone whose heart has already died?
Feeling increasingly lighter, even in a soul state, Lin Feng sensed his weight diminishing. As he was leaving, he unconsciously grabbed something resembling a ring. It wasn't even considered stealing since he did it without awareness. However, he didn't know that this ring would lead him to a completely different life.
"Don't take that ring! Quickly, put it down..." The voice of the elderly alien echoed again, filled with urgency.
But at that moment, Lin Feng couldn't care less about those words. He was puzzled about how he could take the ring in a soul state. As far as he remembered, one couldn't touch physical objects in such a state. What he didn't realize was that this was due to the special material of the ring—one that was extremely difficult to obtain even on Walker Star.
"Damn it... Destroy the space immediately! I hope to intercept this Earthling; he must not take that magic ring! That damned Stella—his soul is trapped inside this ring! What am I supposed to report back to Walker Star?" The voice finally revealed rare urgency and helplessness. As he muttered to himself, the entire space began to distort and swirl violently; it seemed he had started destroying the whole area.
At this moment, Lin Feng was struggling clumsily to control his soul and leave this space. He vaguely heard the words of the Walker Alien. He understood that the alien wanted to keep him there and would even go so far as to crush him if necessary. But by nature, he was stubborn and unafraid of death; coupled with his strong curiosity, he chose to ignore the Walker Alien's warnings.
He desperately wanted to escape this space, hoping to return to Earth with the ring. Although he didn't know what use it would have now, even if it couldn't be used personally, donating it for national research would still contribute something for Earth, right? Lin Feng always had some patriotic feelings; otherwise, he wouldn't have joined the army back then.
Despite his efforts, Lin Feng was intercepted. This meant that even as the space filled with turbulence, he remained trapped within it. If nothing unexpected happened, his soul might be torn apart in this Spatial Turbulence, and from then on, there would be no more Lin Feng.
However, an unexpected event occurred.
Lin Feng also felt that he would face something, but sitting and waiting for death was not his style. So, he casually chose a Spatial Turbulence and dove in, leaving everything to fate. He, who often cursed the heavens for being unfair, this time rare to let fate take the lead.
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