"Yes!" The crowd responded in unison, springing into action. Some unleashed spells, some wielded martial arts, some flung chains in sweeping arcs, while others simply dove in bare-handed. Limbs were yanked free in flashes of white light, and figures emerged from their superimposed states. There was no time to explain to the traumatized survivors—so the Chosen Ones worked together to get them out, no questions asked.
But only a few made it out whole. Most were swept away by the terrifying spatial currents, or left behind only a single arm or a face that landed on the ground with a sickening slap.
A child—blond-haired, blue-eyed, angelic—now reduced to nothing but a bloodied mask of skin that dropped in front of everyone, curling up on the floor like a piece of discarded paper, a grim testament to his existence.
"That bastard!" Jill Young's forehead veins bulged with fury, her right hand's golden profile gleaming. She was seriously considering charging through the spatial turbulence and storming the portal to wipe out those sons of turtles herself.
"Hraaagh!" Susan Morrow's forehead veins popped as she roared, summoning all her strength. Unlike the frail Su Muqiong of the past, she now possessed the physique of a full-fledged powerhouse, brimming with confidence.
"The cannon fodder scouts vanished? Maybe they've already teleported safely into the Tiberius Laboratory! More pressure, more pressure—crank it up!" Patrick Zade bellowed, as the three massive rings on the round platform spun even faster.
It was a critical moment in the struggle between both sides.
From the depths of chaos, a figure suddenly appeared.
"All that energy spent, halting every other project just to keep scanning the chaos... It was worth it. Beautiful." The newcomer hovered, wreathed in endless magical light, suspended in the chaos where ordinary Chosen Ones couldn't even stand.
The intricate spatial magic array dazzled the eyes, and the newcomer was shielded at its very core. In the chaos, size lost all meaning, yet the one surrounded by infinite magical light radiated a mountain-like presence that erupted relentlessly.
He gazed at the point where hyperspace converged and condensed, steadily raising his hand: "Finally, the opportunity has come."
The magic array activated, and arcane power surged forth.
"Who?!" Jill Young sensed the overwhelming presence, but the spells cast from the chaotic void were beyond her reach.
Boom! With an indescribable explosion, the focal point of the struggle suddenly blew wide open. Whether in New York or Tokyo, that pure white force surged, flooding everything and swallowing up both sides' positions.
The white tide crashed in and receded in a blink, like a tsunami that vanished as quickly as it came. Everyone was left stunned and dazed. Those still in place looked around, suddenly realizing many companions were missing. Even more human limbs and remains appeared everywhere like mud after a flood, piled up in gruesome heaps.
But one person couldn't care less about any of that—because for him, it wasn't just comrades who'd vanished, but something far more important: his 'battle buddy.'
"Whoa, whoa, this can't be real, right?!" In the stunned silence, Oddball suddenly clutched his head and wailed, "My precious baby is gone! Noooo!"
"Huh?" Chainsaw Girl and the others rushed over for a dramatic group inspection, only to find Oddball's fly was truly empty! Chainsaw Girl was shocked—had Oddball's entire reason for existence just disappeared? But squinting closer, she noticed something odd. "Wait, stop wailing and check—does it hurt?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course it hurts! My heart, my liver, my precious—it's ripping me apart! Waaah—wait, it actually doesn't hurt..." Oddball shook himself, realizing there really was no pain. Not only that, it even felt like he still had sensation, like his little buddy was still there. He groped around but found nothing in his pants, leaving him totally baffled: "What's going on?"
"Alright, kid, stop yelling. It's normal." At this point, Club King Stephen was the calmest of all. He brushed off the brim of his hat, flicked away half a broken finger, and pulled a mirror from his flashy clothes, handing it to Oddball: "Here, take a look for yourself."
Oddball took the mirror and glanced down—instantly shivering in fright. His precious buddy was gone right to the root, the cut clean and neat, no ragged edges. Every tissue was visible at the cut—muscle, flesh, urethra, corpus cavernosum. But weirdly, not a single drop of blood leaked out.
Arterial blood vanished into the void at the cut, while the veins kept pumping blood out with no sign of stopping. It was as if his precious was still there—just invisible to everyone.
Oddball immediately turned to Stephen, pleading, "Master! What is going on? Give it to me straight, I beg you!"
"Simple—it's a spatial interference phenomenon." Stephen lit a cigarette, looking deep and mysterious. "Ever since the Tiberius Laboratory was founded, they've dug giant holes all over the US and even worldwide for transport portals. Sophia invented a spatial anchor device, letting her swap stuff between hyperspace and Earth without being there in person."
"But when the anchor was first invented, it was pretty unstable, and all sorts of weird things happened. One of them is exactly what's happening now. If you open the Tiberius portal when it's unstable, you get spatial interference. Parts of your body get split off in three dimensions, but thanks to hyperspace logic, they're still connected to you in higher dimensions." Stephen smiled nostalgically. "We had a lot of laughs back then, trust me."
"So basically, my precious is still here—just invisible and untouchable?" Oddball's IQ shot up for the sake of his manhood, and he instantly grasped Stephen's point. "Thank goodness! So, Master, how do I get it back? What did you guys do back then?"
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"Back then, Sophia herself smoothed out the spatial interference, and everyone got their limbs back. So to retrieve your little short stick, you need two things. First, someone who can fix the spatial interference. For that, you'll need to rely on those folks." Stephen pointed, and finally everyone snapped out of Oddball's crisis and noticed that their Queen, the Great Mother, the Big Boss, the Chief Disciple, the Transformation Otaku, Mecha Bulk, and about twenty others were all missing.
"The Queen's already gone to hyperspace? That makes me feel better." Oddball looked to Stephen expectantly. "Master, what's the second thing?"
"Second, you'll need your own luck." Stephen grinned creepily. "See, in a hyperspace interference state, your short stick could run into anything in the spatial currents. And if you get stuck in a spatial adhesion event, that's the scariest thing I've ever seen—there's no way to separate it. So you'd better pray your little buddy doesn't get snagged by something passing through hyperspace, or crushed by some massive energy."
"Crushed by energy? Ha!" Oddball did a backflip and landed like a kung fu hero, overflowing with confidence. "Ever heard of home field advantage? You know whose turf this is?" With a flick of his wrist, Oddball whipped out his phone and opened his video player. "Just downloaded a bunch of movies the other day—might as well watch 'em all now. Hey, this one's got a nice figure... Oh, I can feel it, I'm swelling up! I'm really swelling up! Break through the void, my precious!"
While Oddball was swelling with pride, deep in the chaotic void, a golden meteor streaked by, radiating endless light.
How far apart are hyperspace and Earth space?
From a three-dimensional perspective, there's no distance at all. Hyperspace is everywhere—it's completely overlapped with Earth space.
But from a chaotic multidimensional perspective, it's a whole other story. Powerful void currents, like a whirlpool in the sea, swept everyone up and rushed them toward some mysterious far shore. It was like crossing into another world through the White Night, but this time, there was no void ferry to guide them—every Chosen One was on their own.
Jill Young had been through chaotic turbulence before. Compared to last time, she didn't have Big Lug to team up with, but her own power had skyrocketed. Her golden profile flew out, shielding her mom, her cousin Jonathan, and Dream Monroe as they were sucked into the chaos together.
Looking left, her mom glowed faintly white—not only surviving the chaos, but also guiding their way forward.
Looking right, Dream Monroe was totally unfazed by the chaotic void, like she could just take a swim in the chaos ocean and come back with a giant fish for her aquarium.
Looking back, cousin Jonathan was frozen solid, like a specimen trapped in amber, his consciousness totally locked down.
All around, red-glowing meteors of all sizes zipped by in the chaotic currents. Those were Chosen Ones from the No One Under Heaven group, protected by their Fated Marks but frozen just like Jonathan.
Jill knew that in chaotic turbulence, even the concept of 'time' got fuzzy. For those people, the journey in between basically didn't exist.
But for some strong individuals, it was a different story.
Whoosh—like a hurricane roaring, Jill turned to see a massive swarm of multicolored lights flying in from another direction in the chaos. Like a meteor shower bursting into the atmosphere, those bright dots sped toward her—each one a Chosen One, and by her rough count, there were over a hundred.