It was already the middle of the night, yet Thor's funeral-wail of a voice could still be heard.
Heisenberg, who had marked Thor as a special alert in his senses, opened his eyes helplessly.
He checked the time. It wasn't even five!
Bloody hell!
He pushed aside the models' slender, soft bodies and walked naked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower.
He opened the wardrobe and picked a black trench-coat outfit from the thirty-odd sets of clothes Billy had prepared for him.
Once dressed and wearing his leather shoes, Heisenberg shot into the air and charged straight for the atmosphere.
As he flew upward, he had the system handle his... ahem, ahem, as usual.
In any case, Heisenberg passed the Moon and flew all the way toward the Sun.
He didn't use his current maximum speed.
It was only a trip to the Sun. There was no need to go all out.
So, at roughly Mach fifty thousand, he flew leisurely for around two and a half hours before finally approaching the Sun's surface.
The Sun's surface temperature of roughly six thousand degrees Celsius posed no trouble at all for Heisenberg.
And with the Bio-field's help, even his clothes remained undamaged.
This force field really was absurdly versatile!
As he used the field to manipulate the surrounding gravity and let himself slowly glide along the Sun, Heisenberg pondered the force field.
The Bio-field could not only control the Four Fundamental Forces, but also protect whatever he wanted to protect.
For instance, women!
In other words, without the Bio-field, he simply wouldn't be able to do the things he loved to do.
After all, the force of his shots only needed one little whoosh...
Either it would be a weak-point strike straight into the stomach, or a bone-piercing blow that