This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 489 Dimension Pocket

Chapter 489: Chapter 489 Dimension Pocket

"Teacher Zhou, I’m heading home," Chen Ke said.

"Alright, remember to review more. I still have homework to grade. Could you help me close the door when you leave?" Teacher Zhou nodded.

Chen Ke hummed in response, turned around to leave, but then Teacher Zhou called out to him again.

"By the way, Chen Ke. Tell your female classmates not to be too loud at night," Teacher Zhou said.

"Female classmates...?" Chen Ke was puzzled.

"You’ve always been on good terms with those female classmates, right?" Teacher Zhou asked with a smile.

"I don’t know... whom are you referring to?" Chen Ke was confused.

"Just tell them to keep it down a bit. Goodbye, Chen Ke. Go home now," Teacher Zhou said with a laugh.

Chen Ke watched as Teacher Zhou locked himself in the small room, with the sound of the door locking audible.

He looked down at the bunch of keys in his hand, counting 20 in total. One was for his own home and the remaining 19 were surely the keys to the four apartments on each floor of this building.

Chen Ke stepped out of the teacher’s room and back into the corridor, realizing that this building was prepared for him.

Inserting the key into the keyhole, he opened the door to his home, where a familiar smell greeted him. He looked up and saw the large black clock in the living room. Both the hour and minute hands were stuck at 12, the second hand was not moving, yet the pendulum still swung side to side.

On the dining table, there were covers left over from a meal. He opened the fridge next to it, finding it empty and, without electricity, devoid of any cold air.

Chen Ke walked into the inner part of the house. His home wasn’t large, only 70 square meters, with two bedrooms—one for himself and one for his parents.

The setup in his parents’ room was just as he remembered, but they had moved to a new apartment after the demolition of the old district.

Chen Ke had never dreamed that he would return to the home of his middle and high school days.

He looked around his parents’ room, a double bed situated in the center with their wedding photo hanging on the wall above it.

Across from the bed was a TV stand holding a very old-fashioned bulky television.

The wardrobe was placed near the wall by the balcony door, with some glass cabinets used for toiletries.

Chen Ke’s gaze landed on his parents’ wedding photo. The people in it had changed—the man in a black suit had become himself, but the face of the woman in the wedding dress was blank.

It seemed that Chen Ke’s wife was locked in Schrodinger’s box. Until the end, even he himself wouldn’t know who it was.

"Am I still not determined enough? Or might the future change again?" Chen Ke pondered.

He left his parents’ room and entered his own, his bedroom from his student days. Closing the door, it became his little world.

A single bed was placed under the window, and beside it, a desk was stacked with piles of textbooks. However, upon close inspection, one would find several DND fantasy novels among the piles.

Chen Ke casually pulled out a fantasy novel, a classic from the 70s by Salvador titled "Dark Elf: Homeland." He enjoyed the legendary tale of the Zor Ranger, having read Icewind Valley and the Dark Elf trilogy countless times.

The upper half of the window was covered by a Beidou Divine Fist poster, primarily because the sunlight during the day made the screen of his old Lenovo computer hard to see.

He sat on his bed, suddenly remembering something. He leaned forward and reached under the bed.

Chen Ke remembered always saving his breakfast money to buy novels in middle school, hiding the money in a little cloth bag under the bed.

After searching for a while, he indeed felt a full cloth bag.

With a mix of excitement and apprehension, Chen Ke pulled out the little bag. It seemed full, but he wasn’t sure how much money was inside.

It was a brown pouch, the kind sold in a craft store, likely not intended for use as a wallet, as there was no zipper or button, only a string at the opening to close it. The pouch itself wasn’t very large, only fit for coins.

Chen Ke untied the bag, and a dazzling white light burst forth...

"What the hell?" Chen Ke was puzzled. The bag trembled in his palm, emitting intense heat. Feeling the burn, he instinctively dropped the bag to the ground.

Before the small pouch hit the floor, it burned up in mid-air, turning into a wisp of light. Just then, a grid-filled interface popped up in front of Chen Ke.

"This is..." Chen Ke observed the interface before him, as if understanding something.

He took out his BlackBerry, watching the grid interface, and stretched his hand to place the phone into the grid.

As soon as he let go, the BlackBerry fell to the ground, its battery cover flying off.

"Shit! This one’s new!" Chen Ke cursed as he picked up his phone and snapped the battery cover back into place.

How does this work? Isn’t it supposed to store stuff? Chen Ke tried again, reaching out to touch those squares on the screen, even though he knew it was futile.

This time, he used his mind, laying the phone flat in his palm and repeatedly muttering, "Get in there, get in there..."

Suddenly, a flash of white light emitted from the phone, and it vanished from his palm, instantly appearing in the first cell of the grid interface.

"Hey!" Chen Ke exclaimed joyfully, sitting on the bed and closely examining the phone inside the grid.

The phone, suspended midair and slowly rotating inside the small square cell, captured his focus so intensely that the interface magnified that cell right before his eyes, allowing Chen Ke to better observe it.

With a thought, the phone disappeared from the cell and instantly materialized back in his hands — it was truly convenient.

Chen Ke pondered a bit more and started experimenting with new tricks. He placed the phone back into the cell, this time trying to see if he could make it appear somewhere else when taking it out.

With a shift of thought, the phone reappeared, not in his hand this time but in his trouser pocket. He was quite satisfied, considering objects could be silently retrieved from the grid.

"Could it work over greater distances?" Chen Ke was getting hooked, wanting to fully exploit the use value of this ability.

At its surface, the ability appeared to simply store items, but in reality, it wasn’t fundamentally different from long-distance object control.

Imagine, if you could teleport a grenade without the pin directly into someone’s pocket? Or telekinetically extract a key from a locked door or steal something from someone’s pocket...

Chen Ke first tested the conjecture he most eagerly wanted to verify — could this ability make objects appear arbitrarily elsewhere?

He put the phone back into the grid, sat on the bed, and fixed his gaze a few steps away at the desk while concentrating.

The phone materialized out of thin air above the desk and clunked down onto the surface.

Success!

Was this distance the limit? Not rushing yet, Chen Ke proceeded to test his second conjecture — telekinetic retrieval.

He stared at the phone on the desk and thought.

Whoosh!

The phone returned to the grid!

Overjoyed, Chen Ke stood, clenching his fists and swinging them excitedly; not only could this ability store items, it could perform some slick maneuvers in thin air — the utility was immense!

So where was the distance limit of this ability?

Chen Ke sat back on the edge of the bed. This time, he placed the "Holy Diamond" from his Moonlight Sword into the grid, as the phone couldn’t handle being dropped.

Looking towards the bedroom door, about ten steps away, from the bed to the living room, it was at least four to five meters. He moved his thoughts, and the purple Holy Diamond fell to a spot more than a meter from the door.

"It seems the range limit is just over three meters in radius," Chen Ke mumbled to himself, realizing he could only make objects in the storage grid appear anywhere within a three-meter range.

"Maybe I could even teleport items inside someone’s body..." Chen Ke thought silently.

What if he couldn’t see the object but knew someone possessed it? Could he still steal it?

Chen Ke retrieved the Holy Diamond, dashed to place the phone on the living room floor, then slipped back into the bedroom.

The phone was just over a meter away, but it was out of sight, around the corner of the door; Chen Ke couldn’t see it. He then thought about retrieving the phone.

"Umm..."

Nothing appeared in the grid.

Chen Ke understood — the ability had to be used when the item was in sight, and the range couldn’t exceed three meters. It seemed the safest way to use it was to teleport it directly into his hand.

Yet, three meters was enough... CQC was now redundant. Want to disarm someone? Simply think it, and it’s done — certainly not a bad ability.

Satisfied, Chen Ke walked back to the living room, glanced at the phone on the floor, thought for a moment, and the phone vanished into thin air. Intrigued, he decided to name this ability "Dimension Pocket."

"Click... Click... Click..."

In the silent room, a rhythmic, crisp ticking of the pendulum echoed. Chen Ke looked up at the black clock hanging on the living room wall, stared at the motionless clock face, and sensed something unusual.