Zhou Yi awakened his spatial ability ahead of schedule.
One cubic meter, and he could only store things.
People called it a useless ability, one that appeared only once in a thousand years.
Then he discovered he could teleport, making him the fastest man alive.
Before he could finish celebrating, he realized something else:
He controlled everything that occupied space.
His enemy’s fist stopped three centimeters from him.
It hadn’t been blocked.
Zhou Yi had taken away that stretch of “distance.”
“How far away are you from me?”
“If I say three centimeters, then it’s three centimeters.”
As his enemy charged, Zhou Yi glanced at what he was holding and froze.
It was a still-beating heart.
“Your heart.”
