Zeth jumped to his feet, his voice trembling with urgency: “Is that true? Memphis, are you serious?"His home was in Sable. If it had been liberated, his family had a chance of survival.Memphis nodded firmly: “It’s true. This information came from intelligence reports. I’ve also dispatched people to investigate your family’s safety. Once we have news, I’ll personally take you to them—or bring them to you."Information about the outer areas of Harbor Line wasn’t hard to obtain, as the Lakeside and Harbor Line governments maintained communication. Such details could be acquired with just five pounds of food from the "information stations."However, identifying specific individuals among thousands in the Harbor Line base was no easy feat. Given the tense relationship between Hope Town and the Lakeside government, extracting specific and detailed intelligence was even more challenging.Zeth was a capable and intelligent man. He knew better than to express undue impatience, understanding

Physical forces or foreign high-frequency energy could shatter it, but only superficially. Without the right "key.” it wouldn’t detonate to release the accumulated energy.Even Memphis himself couldn't fully unleash the energy stored within him at the moment. His control over the fourth-tier skill was still too weak. He held a bomb he had created with his own hands but couldn’t detonate it entirely as intended."So that’s how it is... Turns out, when I summon larger Ice Constructs, they consume more stamina and intellect. It’s not just about size, it’s about increasing both the quantity and quality of extraordinary energy to achieve high-pressure states, thereby solidifying the ice.""Good thing I didn’t use a fourth-tier Ice Burst move while sparring with the team members. Otherwise, I might have ended up with the label of accidental manslaughter on more than 20 people...""If I can increase my control and refine the infusion of extraordinary energy into my skills, the summoned ice w

Zeth continued: “Another explanation is wormholes. By traversing a wormhole connecting two points in spacetime, we could bypass infinite distances and arrive at our destination instantly. This is because the two endpoints of the wormhole are, in essence, one and the same, located at the mouth of the tunnel."Memphis felt this explanation made sense—"one-step to the destination.” effectively teleportation. But Zeth shook his head, quashing his hope:"These are just theories. In practice, no experiment has successfully transported matter through quantum tunneling or wormholes."Even if wormholes exist, matter—especially humans—cannot traverse them. At best, we could observe from the outside, and even that is unlikely."Theoretically, the cosmic microwave background radiation would immediately flood a wormhole the moment it forms, carrying extremely high frequencies and nearly infinite energy."This would obliterate any tangible matter attempting to approach, and potentially destroy the

Caught red-handed, Memphis awkwardly withdrew his hand. Despite his attempt to compliment her as a distraction, she saw through it. Was she naturally immune to flattery, or was she wary of him for some reason?Overthinking his failed tactic, Memphis sighed and admitted: “I’m starving.""If you don’t cook faster, I might eat you instead..." he thought to himself.Shaina’s hands didn’t falter as she prepared the meal. After three seconds of hesitation, she replied: “Then just eat what’s ready. I’ll—""Great."Not waiting for her to finish, Memphis dashed to the table and began devouring everything already set out. Having lost a liter of blood earlier, he needed to replenish his energy reserves. Even if his base potential stats remained unaffected, the loss had still taken a toll on his body.Especially the beef stew—it was fantastic for blood recovery. At least, that’s what he told himself. Whether the canned beef stew truly had any restorative properties was irrelevant, it tasted pheno

Below the Grieving River, bubbles erupted as a dozen mutant fish burst from the water, lunging onto the bank to rescue their fallen companion and attack the enemy. But all they found was a gory, fishy-smelling bloodstain and a few white scales slick with acidic mucus.Unable to find their target, the fish retreated back into the river.Torin, heart pounding, observed the scene. It was far too dangerous—this spot was no longer safe for fishing.The nearby bushes rustled, and a group of nine—six men and three women—emerged, stepping toward him. Judging by their attire and auras, they were clearly members of the Hope Regiment.Torin’s gaze first landed on the man to the far left, drawn to the massive 60-kilogram fish he carried. That alone was an incredible fortune.Then his eyes moved to the woman second from the right. Wasn’t that… wasn’t that Xena? The idol of every resident in Hope Town? As a teenager, seeing such a beautiful w