Chapter 253: Slicing Space
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Chapter 253: Slicing Space
Jack sank into his soul world.
The scenery here had changed since he reached the D-Grade. This used to be a field under a blue sky, stretching as far as the eye could see and with a light breeze constantly caressing the grass. Jack found it soothing.
Now, the field, grass, and breeze remained, but there was no sky. He could see straight into space, a black dome interspersed with a thousand tiny stars. Their light was ample, however, and their illumination gentle. Instead of making the grass field hard to see, it only made things clearer, showering the world in a warm light that highlighted the details and made the terrain seem almost romantic.
There were four moons, too; one silver, one dark blue, one green, and one black. They were small and discreet, though noticeably larger than stars, with their multicolored lighting not ruining the view in the slightest.
Copy Jack lay on a hammock between two trees; the only two trees in this expanse. Jack had no idea how Copy Jack knew what a hammock was, or how hed learned to grow trees.
The moment he saw the real Jack appearing, Copy Jack waved lazily from his hammock.
Hey, Jack told him with a smirk. Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep. Im just here to try out some things. You dont mind, do you?
Copy Jack waved for him to go ahead, then lied back down and closed his eyes.
Jack had a moment of realization. Relaxing on a comfy hammock under the starry sky, swayed gently by the cool breeze That must have felt nice. Torturously nice. If only he didnt have a planet to save. If only he wasnt pushing himself every waking hour.
A pang of yearning crossed Jacks heart, but he suppressed it. Maybe after everything was over.
Turning away from Copy Jack, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. His Dao perception spread as a wave, taking in everything in the near vicinity.
This wasnt the real world. It was a terrain inside Jacks soul. The ambient Dao wasnt made up of every concept, but simply of the Dao of the Fist. No matter how far Jack spread his perception, all he saw was purple particles swimming in the air, sparser than in the real world and lacking the innate stability which came with variety.
Here, manipulating the Dao was very easy, because all he had to do was manipulate the thing he knew best: the Fist.
Jack inhaled deeply, then exhaled. The infinite particles followed his movement, swirling like purple wind. He did not start experimenting yet; he only pushed his perception deeper, trying to observe the surrounding space as clearly as possible.
A question had been born in his mind: If everything here was made of Fist, how did space exist?
In the Dao Vision, hed seen clearly that space existed due to the Dao of Space, which in turn comprised of infinite colorless particles bound together. But that was clearly not the case here, as there were no other particles besides his purple ones.
Let alone space; how did even air exist? How was there grass and stars and light?
Jack was surprised that hed never considered this before. He observed his surroundings, looking for the source of this wondrous enigma, and found it quickly.
They were all made of Fist.
He saw particles of Fist swirl around like wind and rooted in place like the earth. He saw them clustering in bright packsthe starsand even connecting to form lifethe trees between which hung Copy Jacks hammock. Surprisingly, even Copy Jack was made of the Dao of Fist, though his structure was far more complicated.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Even Jack himself lacked any other Dao inside his current body, besides the Fist and his Dao Roots.
Be it this world or the real one, everything was a manifestation of the ever-present Dao. However, Jack now understood that a manifestation wasnt determined solely by the nature of its Dao; the structure of that Dao also played a part, as did the way with which it pulsed.
Of course, in the end, Fist could hardly become grass.
Thankfully, the green moon shone brightly above, and a little bit of energy re-entered his body.
Fuck me, he muttered, still panting heavily. Its so difficult.
The energy expenditure didnt just scale with distance, but also with the cultivators proficiency. A master of space could cross the same distance as Jack with only a fraction of the energy. As proof of that, the System could teleport him one mile away for only around a fourth of his total stamina.
Jack himself moved a hundred feet at the cost of every scrap of energy he possessed.
Plus, the entire process had taken him around ten minutes. The System could do it for him instantly.
It really was a very useful tool.
But it remained a tool. The more aware Jack was of the process, the less he needed the System.
Congratulations! Space Walk I Space Walk II
Space Walk II: Space is a constraint you have learned to escape. By spending a large amount of energy, take a step through the fabric of space to reappear anywhere within a three-mile radius.
Hell yeah! Jack shouted, pumping his fist. The description had remained the same, but the one-mile limitation had been increased to three miles.
On second thought, Jack remembered that, from his experience, the energy requirement of Space Walk didnt change much depending on the distance traveled. Even if he teleported just a few feet, he always spent the energy needed to teleport three miles away. In other words, this upgrade hadnt made the skill easier to use, just increased its range.
Well, whatever, he said with a smile. I earned much more than just a skill upgradeI now understand the basics of the Dao of Space! Maybe the energy adjustment will come at a later tierand, in any case, I will not even need the skill once I grow proficient enough. I will be able to teleport without the Systems assistance, simply by manipulating space. Isnt that awesome, Copy Ja
He paused mid-sentence, noticing that Copy Jacks eyes were closed. He had an expression of utter concentration on his face as his hands reached out, moving in similar patterns to the vampire womanssomething hed copied from Jack himself.
Hey, are you trying to teleport? Jack asked him from a hundred feet away. I applaud the effort, but its
With a pop, Copy Jack stepped into space, disappeared, and reappeared wheezing ten feet behind Jack. Hed traveled a hundred and ten feet.
Jack blinked. Fuck you.
Copy Jack raised a hand to ask for space, then laughed as energy returned to him.
No fair! Jack complained. I spent who knows how long to learn that. Just because youre Fist and space here is Fist, and you benefit from the insights inside my soul, that doesnt make you smarter than me!
Copy Jack just kept laughing and tapping his temple.
Jack rolled his eyes, but he wasnt really mad. He liked Copy Jack; it was part of his soul. If he could easily teleport inside the soul world, that could only benefit Jacksomehow.
Anyway, Jack said, I got to go now. I think Ive spent too long meditating this time, and people will be looking for me. Plus, I could use some rest.
His piled-up exhaustion was finally showing, and it was so intense it made him dizzy. Hed been meditating non-stop fordays? Weeks?
See you, Copy Jack, he said. The copy waved, and Jack reappeared in the real world, where he promptly fell asleep on his cellar floor, snoring soundly.
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Chapter 253: Slicing Space
Jack sank into his soul world.
The scenery here had changed since he reached the D-Grade. This used to be a field under a blue sky, stretching as far as the eye could see and with a light breeze constantly caressing the grass. Jack found it soothing.
Now, the field, grass, and breeze remained, but there was no sky. He could see straight into space, a black dome interspersed with a thousand tiny stars. Their light was ample, however, and their illumination gentle. Instead of making the grass field hard to see, it only made things clearer, showering the world in a warm light that highlighted the details and made the terrain seem almost romantic.
There were four moons, too; one silver, one dark blue, one green, and one black. They were small and discreet, though noticeably larger than stars, with their multicolored lighting not ruining the view in the slightest.
Copy Jack lay on a hammock between two trees; the only two trees in this expanse. Jack had no idea how Copy Jack knew what a hammock was, or how hed learned to grow trees.
The moment he saw the real Jack appearing, Copy Jack waved lazily from his hammock.
Hey, Jack told him with a smirk. Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep. Im just here to try out some things. You dont mind, do you?
Copy Jack waved for him to go ahead, then lied back down and closed his eyes.
Jack had a moment of realization. Relaxing on a comfy hammock under the starry sky, swayed gently by the cool breeze That must have felt nice. Torturously nice. If only he didnt have a planet to save. If only he wasnt pushing himself every waking hour.
A pang of yearning crossed Jacks heart, but he suppressed it. Maybe after everything was over.
Turning away from Copy Jack, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. His Dao perception spread as a wave, taking in everything in the near vicinity.
This wasnt the real world. It was a terrain inside Jacks soul. The ambient Dao wasnt made up of every concept, but simply of the Dao of the Fist. No matter how far Jack spread his perception, all he saw was purple particles swimming in the air, sparser than in the real world and lacking the innate stability which came with variety.
Here, manipulating the Dao was very easy, because all he had to do was manipulate the thing he knew best: the Fist.
Jack inhaled deeply, then exhaled. The infinite particles followed his movement, swirling like purple wind. He did not start experimenting yet; he only pushed his perception deeper, trying to observe the surrounding space as clearly as possible.
A question had been born in his mind: If everything here was made of Fist, how did space exist?
In the Dao Vision, hed seen clearly that space existed due to the Dao of Space, which in turn comprised of infinite colorless particles bound together. But that was clearly not the case here, as there were no other particles besides his purple ones.
Let alone space; how did even air exist? How was there grass and stars and light?
Jack was surprised that hed never considered this before. He observed his surroundings, looking for the source of this wondrous enigma, and found it quickly.
They were all made of Fist.
He saw particles of Fist swirl around like wind and rooted in place like the earth. He saw them clustering in bright packsthe starsand even connecting to form lifethe trees between which hung Copy Jacks hammock. Surprisingly, even Copy Jack was made of the Dao of Fist, though his structure was far more complicated.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Even Jack himself lacked any other Dao inside his current body, besides the Fist and his Dao Roots.
Be it this world or the real one, everything was a manifestation of the ever-present Dao. However, Jack now understood that a manifestation wasnt determined solely by the nature of its Dao; the structure of that Dao also played a part, as did the way with which it pulsed.
Of course, in the end, Fist could hardly become grass.
Thankfully, the green moon shone brightly above, and a little bit of energy re-entered his body.
Fuck me, he muttered, still panting heavily. Its so difficult.
The energy expenditure didnt just scale with distance, but also with the cultivators proficiency. A master of space could cross the same distance as Jack with only a fraction of the energy. As proof of that, the System could teleport him one mile away for only around a fourth of his total stamina.
Jack himself moved a hundred feet at the cost of every scrap of energy he possessed.
Plus, the entire process had taken him around ten minutes. The System could do it for him instantly.
It really was a very useful tool.
But it remained a tool. The more aware Jack was of the process, the less he needed the System.
Congratulations! Space Walk I Space Walk II
Space Walk II: Space is a constraint you have learned to escape. By spending a large amount of energy, take a step through the fabric of space to reappear anywhere within a three-mile radius.
Hell yeah! Jack shouted, pumping his fist. The description had remained the same, but the one-mile limitation had been increased to three miles.
On second thought, Jack remembered that, from his experience, the energy requirement of Space Walk didnt change much depending on the distance traveled. Even if he teleported just a few feet, he always spent the energy needed to teleport three miles away. In other words, this upgrade hadnt made the skill easier to use, just increased its range.
Well, whatever, he said with a smile. I earned much more than just a skill upgradeI now understand the basics of the Dao of Space! Maybe the energy adjustment will come at a later tierand, in any case, I will not even need the skill once I grow proficient enough. I will be able to teleport without the Systems assistance, simply by manipulating space. Isnt that awesome, Copy Ja
He paused mid-sentence, noticing that Copy Jacks eyes were closed. He had an expression of utter concentration on his face as his hands reached out, moving in similar patterns to the vampire womanssomething hed copied from Jack himself.
Hey, are you trying to teleport? Jack asked him from a hundred feet away. I applaud the effort, but its
With a pop, Copy Jack stepped into space, disappeared, and reappeared wheezing ten feet behind Jack. Hed traveled a hundred and ten feet.
Jack blinked. Fuck you.
Copy Jack raised a hand to ask for space, then laughed as energy returned to him.
No fair! Jack complained. I spent who knows how long to learn that. Just because youre Fist and space here is Fist, and you benefit from the insights inside my soul, that doesnt make you smarter than me!
Copy Jack just kept laughing and tapping his temple.
Jack rolled his eyes, but he wasnt really mad. He liked Copy Jack; it was part of his soul. If he could easily teleport inside the soul world, that could only benefit Jacksomehow.
Anyway, Jack said, I got to go now. I think Ive spent too long meditating this time, and people will be looking for me. Plus, I could use some rest.
His piled-up exhaustion was finally showing, and it was so intense it made him dizzy. Hed been meditating non-stop fordays? Weeks?
See you, Copy Jack, he said. The copy waved, and Jack reappeared in the real world, where he promptly fell asleep on his cellar floor, snoring soundly.
Chapter 253: Slicing SpaceJack sank into his soul world.The scenery here had changed since he reached the D-Grade. This used to be a field under a blue sky, stretching as far as the eye could see and with a light breeze constantly caressing the grass. Jack found it soothing.Now, the field, grass, and breeze remained, but there was no sky. He could see straight into space, a black dome interspersed with a thousand tiny stars. Their light was ample, however, and their illumination gentle. Instead of making the grass field hard to see, it only made things clearer, showering the world in a warm light that highlighted the details and made the terrain seem almost romantic.There were four moons, too; one silver, one dark blue, one green, and one black. They were small and discreet, though noticeably larger than stars, with their multicolored lighting not ruining the view in the slightest.Copy Jack lay on a hammock between two trees; the only two trees in this expanse. Jack had no idea how Copy Jack knew what a hammock was, or how hed learned to grow trees.The moment he saw the real Jack appearing, Copy Jack waved lazily from his hammock.Hey, Jack told him with a smirk. Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep. Im just here to try out some things. You dont mind, do you?Copy Jack waved for him to go ahead, then lied back down and closed his eyes.Jack had a moment of realization. Relaxing on a comfy hammock under the starry sky, swayed gently by the cool breeze That must have felt nice. Torturously nice. If only he didnt have a planet to save. If only he wasnt pushing himself every waking hour.A pang of yearning crossed Jacks heart, but he suppressed it. Maybe after everything was over.Turning away from Copy Jack, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. His Dao perception spread as a wave, taking in everything in the near vicinity.This wasnt the real world. It was a terrain inside Jacks soul. The ambient Dao wasnt made up of every concept, but simply of the Dao of the Fist. No matter how far Jack spread his perception, all he saw was purple particles swimming in the air, sparser than in the real world and lacking the innate stability which came with variety.Here, manipulating the Dao was very easy, because all he had to do was manipulate the thing he knew best: the Fist.Jack inhaled deeply, then exhaled. The infinite particles followed his movement, swirling like purple wind. He did not start experimenting yet; he only pushed his perception deeper, trying to observe the surrounding space as clearly as possible.A question had been born in his mind: If everything here was made of Fist, how did space exist?In the Dao Vision, hed seen clearly that space existed due to the Dao of Space, which in turn comprised of infinite colorless particles bound together. But that was clearly not the case here, as there were no other particles besides his purple ones.Let alone space; how did even air exist? How was there grass and stars and light?Jack was surprised that hed never considered this before. He observed his surroundings, looking for the source of this wondrous enigma, and found it quickly.They were all made of Fist.He saw particles of Fist swirl around like wind and rooted in place like the earth. He saw them clustering in bright packsthe starsand even connecting to form lifethe trees between which hung Copy Jacks hammock. Surprisingly, even Copy Jack was made of the Dao of Fist, though his structure was far more complicated.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Even Jack himself lacked any other Dao inside his current body, besides the Fist and his Dao Roots.Be it this world or the real one, everything was a manifestation of the ever-present Dao. However, Jack now understood that a manifestation wasnt determined solely by the nature of its Dao; the structure of that Dao also played a part, as did the way with which it pulsed.Of course, in the end, Fist could hardly become grass.Thankfully, the green moon shone brightly above, and a little bit of energy re-entered his body.Fuck me, he muttered, still panting heavily. Its so difficult.The energy expenditure didnt just scale with distance, but also with the cultivators proficiency. A master of space could cross the same distance as Jack with only a fraction of the energy. As proof of that, the System could teleport him one mile away for only around a fourth of his total stamina.Jack himself moved a hundred feet at the cost of every scrap of energy he possessed.Plus, the entire process had taken him around ten minutes. The System could do it for him instantly.It really was a very useful tool.But it remained a tool. The more aware Jack was of the process, the less he needed the System.Congratulations! Space Walk I Space Walk IISpace Walk II: Space is a constraint you have learned to escape. By spending a large amount of energy, take a step through the fabric of space to reappear anywhere within a three-mile radius.Hell yeah! Jack shouted, pumping his fist. The description had remained the same, but the one-mile limitation had been increased to three miles.On second thought, Jack remembered that, from his experience, the energy requirement of Space Walk didnt change much depending on the distance traveled. Even if he teleported just a few feet, he always spent the energy needed to teleport three miles away. In other words, this upgrade hadnt made the skill easier to use, just increased its range.Well, whatever, he said with a smile. I earned much more than just a skill upgradeI now understand the basics of the Dao of Space! Maybe the energy adjustment will come at a later tierand, in any case, I will not even need the skill once I grow proficient enough. I will be able to teleport without the Systems assistance, simply by manipulating space. Isnt that awesome, Copy JaHe paused mid-sentence, noticing that Copy Jacks eyes were closed. He had an expression of utter concentration on his face as his hands reached out, moving in similar patterns to the vampire womanssomething hed copied from Jack himself.Hey, are you trying to teleport? Jack asked him from a hundred feet away. I applaud the effort, but itsWith a pop, Copy Jack stepped into space, disappeared, and reappeared wheezing ten feet behind Jack. Hed traveled a hundred and ten feet.Jack blinked. Fuck you. Copy Jack raised a hand to ask for space, then laughed as energy returned to him.No fair! Jack complained. I spent who knows how long to learn that. Just because youre Fist and space here is Fist, and you benefit from the insights inside my soul, that doesnt make you smarter than me!Copy Jack just kept laughing and tapping his temple.Jack rolled his eyes, but he wasnt really mad. He liked Copy Jack; it was part of his soul. If he could easily teleport inside the soul world, that could only benefit Jacksomehow.Anyway, Jack said, I got to go now. I think Ive spent too long meditating this time, and people will be looking for me. Plus, I could use some rest.His piled-up exhaustion was finally showing, and it was so intense it made him dizzy. Hed been meditating non-stop fordays? Weeks?See you, Copy Jack, he said. The copy waved, and Jack reappeared in the real world, where he promptly fell asleep on his cellar floor, snoring soundly.
