A Journey of Survival in the Apocalypse After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

I twitched at the corner of my mouth, ignored Leng Bing's jab, walked out of the house, and stood in the middle of the courtyard.

"You tested it this morning, right? How much power do you have now?"

"250 V, 20 A, 5,000 W."

That's right, my power had increased again. And this figure was, relatively speaking, getting closer to that of a power bank.

20 A = 20,000 milliamps.

Emmm.

I felt like I was one step closer to becoming a human power bank.

"Hmm. Your power should be enough to fire an electromagnetic cannon or a coilgun once, though a rather small one. How far can you shoot with your current power?"

Leng Bing looked at me with her usual icy expression. She didn't waste any time talking and went straight to the point.

"The thing in your hand is a steel ball bearing, so magnetism will work on it. Based on how coilguns and electromagnetic cannons work, your power should be enough to fire it once. But before that, you need to find out how well you can control your magnetism."

As she spoke, Leng Bing tossed an iron block in front of me.

"Try lifting it."

"Lift it?"

"Lift it."

I glanced at Leng Bing. She didn't look like she was deliberately making things hard for me, so I might as well give it a try.

I reached out and held my hand over the iron block, then used my electricity. Electricity could generate magnetism, and the block probably weighed three or four pounds. Honestly, that wasn't very heavy, but lifting even that much was still difficult.

I used almost all the power I could output before I managed to make the iron block float.

But it took a tremendous amount of energy.

Holding the iron