Not a sound stirred.
Renjie appeared out of thin air in the president's office.
The president jumped up in a panic, reaching for the alarm button—
but his hand froze mid-air.
Everything around him dissolved into blue-and-white virtual cubes, vanishing without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, he and Renjie found themselves inside a pure white, sealed space.
"Where… is this?"
The president's face turned pale as he glared angrily at the young man before him.
"This is 'Imaginary Space', a power I just acquired," Renjie said with a faint smile, stepping closer to him.
"What are you going to do?"
"Is there some misunderstanding?"
The president forced a stiff smile, trying to calm the man in front of him.
But his right hand quickly drew a black pistol from behind his waist.
"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
He gripped the gun tremblingly—it was his greatest reliance.
There were no android warriors here, and Renjie wasn't wearing the Iron Suit.
He was just a normal person.
Yet the one controlling the situation now… was Renjie.
The next moment, everything changed drastically.
The pistol, which he considered his trump card, vanished right before his eyes.
Renjie, on the other hand, now held a metal crowbar—as if it had materialized from thin air.
"I told you, this is a new ability I just mastered," Renjie said.
"I'm the ruler of this space."
"I can pull any object into this world, or banish it away.
I can even create wormholes through Imaginary Space, appearing anywhere on this planet."
He toyed with the crowbar in his hands, a mocking smile on his face, stepping toward the president.
"No… this must be a misunderstanding…"
The president panicked, turning to flee.
But the steel crowbar swung from behind, striking him squarely on the head!
The blow sent him crashing to the ground.
Blood poured from the wound, bright and vivid.
The pain made his head spin.
As he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, another strike slammed into his back, forcing a wail of agony from his lips.
"Mr. Ren! I won't do it again!"
"Please… spare me! Spare me!"
Renjie responded only with a soft chuckle—then another strike landed on the president's leg.
The sound of cracking bones echoed throughout the sealed space.
The once-powerful president now had a broken left leg, unable to stand.
"Ahh!!! I… I'm the PRESIDENT! I'm the PRESIDENT!"
"I can still be useful to you! I'll do anything you say!"
Now forced to crawl on the floor, he begged desperately, realizing he had been wrong from the very beginning.
He had assumed the president's office was the safest place on Earth.
Yet here he was, cornered and utterly helpless, dragged into this nightmarish place by Renjie.
Renjie felt nothing but disgust at the president's pathetic display.
He raised his foot and stomped on the man's head,
grinding that disgusting face into the floor.
The wailing only grew more pitiful.
Thanks to the Sun Ladder injections, the president's injuries began to heal.
Even the medical nanobots joined in the process.
As long as the wound wasn't fatal, it would recover over time.
At this moment, for Renjie, there was no better punching bag than this president.
"You shouldn't have set your sights on that child…"
"…And you certainly shouldn't have angered me."
Renjie raised the crowbar once more—but didn't strike immediately.
Instead, he stared in astonishment at the man beneath his foot.
The president's features were grotesquely twisted, his teeth had fallen out…
yet he stuck out his tongue, licking Renjie's shoe.
He could have lived a life of privilege again.
But greed had led him to provoke Renjie, and now he was paying the price.
He begged for Renjie's forgiveness, willing to abandon all dignity and shame.
Renjie shoved his shoe aside in disgust.
"Spare me… I'll do anything for you…"
The president hastily turned, bowing his head in terror, desperately apologizing.
He did not want to die here.
Renjie tossed the crowbar aside with a crisp clink.
To this president, it was the sweetest sound imaginable.
Grinning through the blood on his face, teeth broken and uneven,
he looked up at Renjie with a sycophantic smile, full of groveling obedience.
Renjie smiled too.
He slowly crouched down, gazing at the president with a soft, harmless expression.
"Mr. President, do you know…"
"Why I'm introducing my abilities to you?"
Renjie reached out, grabbing the president by his collar and dragging him to his feet.
"No… I don't know…"
The president stammered, sensing an inexplicable danger descending upon him.
"Then do you know where the 'Sun Ladder' came from?"
Renjie's smile deepened as he asked another question.
"This… this is a corporate secret. I… I'm not qualified to know," the president replied shakily, legs weak and body trembling.
"Then aren't you curious where all those 'failures' went?"
Renjie's laughter began to take on a terrifying edge.
The president finally realized—
like pigs in a slaughterhouse,
it was only in the moments before death that they struggle violently.
Ahead, Imaginary Space reconnected with the real world.
The scent of blood filled the air.
A tsunami of moaning erupted from the wormhole.
Zombies, long starving and ravenous, raised their mangled claws, waiting for their next meal.
"No… no!"
"You can't do this! You can't!!"
The president screamed in horror, but his strength was no match for Renjie.
"Good luck, Mr. President…"
Renjie flung the man into the tide of corpses below.
The towering president fell from a height of four meters, crushing several zombies beneath him—but more surged forward!
Shrieks of terror, the tearing of flesh, the gnawing of zombies—
all mixed with blood spraying meters high.
Renjie watched the carnage, then took a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood from his face.
Only when the screams below gradually faded did he turn, satisfied, and step through another wormhole, leaving Imaginary Space behind.
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