He Zhao tried to control the fluctuations radiating from his body, matching them with a thought in the passenger seat whose fluctuations were stronger than those of the other Lingering Thoughts.
Unfortunately, he failed!
Well, it was his first time. He was bound to be a little awkward, and strength, intensity, length, speed—none of it was easy to control.
He did not get anxious. Instead, he patiently chose to try again.
The Lingering Thought's fluctuations were rather fast, sending out about six rings per second. The distance of each fluctuation was especially short, roughly five centimeters. The reverberation of the fluctuation was also a little weak.
The second time, the third time, the fourth time—finally, on the fifth attempt, he got what he wanted.
The frequency radiating from him completely matched it.
The next second, the world spun, as though all of reality had turned upside down. His soul was gradually leaving its shell, slowly rising into the air, while his brain felt as if someone had shoved a stick inside and was stirring it nonstop.
The sense of chaos came quickly and left even faster.
When the discomfort vanished, he suddenly realized he was already in a brand-new world.
"Huh?"
The scene before him was not somewhere else, but the restaurant he had robbed back then.
A large crowd had gathered around him, each of them holding all sorts of weapons and equipment, looking fully prepared to move out.
Not long ago, the brawny man who had gotten his head blown apart by a punch in the villa was leading a person draped in a black robe, standing before a damaged Intelligent Robot that had been split in two.
["The boss equipped the military-retired robot with a Light Blade. When we arrived at the scene, the Light Blade was