Portable Space

The one doing most of the work was Mi Feng; Zhang Hao was just lending a hand.

There was plenty to do to reopen the Bridgehead. Zhang Hao knew that each bridgehead must correspond to a planet or a region. He was terribly curious about the world outside the bridgehead.

There was definitely no chance to find out this time. With only two hours, it was impossible to learn about the outside world.

The two machine bugs bustled about. Zhang Hao followed Mi Feng and gradually began to learn a little about the bridgehead.

I've stored plenty of good things here. We can send them back this time, which will solve a lot of problems.

Zhang Hao asked, puzzled, "Can't we find them where we live?"

Every place has its own special materials. This place has one of the largest stockpiles of supplies from back when it was being prepared. We have to bring them back this time. You need a lot of things that can't be found over there.

"What materials do I need?"

Materials for manufacturing. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. And there are also materials for creating space. Without them, manufacturing it is simply impossible.

Mi Feng didn't explain what the materials were. Even if he had, Zhang Hao wouldn't have understood. But Zhang Hao did understand one thing.

Creating space!

Zhang Hao was astonished. Creating space? Mi Feng immediately picked up on his question.

Whenever you enter a space-time bridgehead, you need a large amount of supplies for the world it connects to. You can't carry them all by hand. Entering a new world empty-handed is extremely dangerous.

A portable space is standard equipment!

"Isn't it a storage space?"

It's not for storage, but for carrying things. It's disposable!

As for storage space, only the bridgehead can sustain it. It can't be opened anywhere else.

There are two ways to carry things: packing them up and releasing them. Pack them up to take them with you, then release them when you need them. It's that simple.

Zhang Hao liked reading web novels, and he really liked the idea of storage space. He'd never imagined he'd get to experience it himself. Even if this wasn't a true storage space, the idea of carrying things this way was still incredible. At the very least, his hometown didn't have technology like this.

Zhang Hao wasn't in a hurry to learn how to pack things up or release them. He knew he'd master the technique eventually.

Mi Feng moved several huge black cubes. Each one was two meters long, wide, and tall. Zhang Hao immediately realized they were portable spaces.

Portable spaces with double-layered packing!

They were placed on the Conversion Platform and sent back to the bridgehead they had come from.

After nearly an hour and a half of work, Mi Feng called Zhang Hao back. Once they were on the Conversion Platform, Mi Feng took out two exquisitely made little beetles. They looked like transparent crystal. He told Zhang Hao that next time, his soul could enter one of them, and he would be able to stay there much longer.

Return!

When Zhang Hao's soul returned to his body and he stepped down to the ground, he instantly collapsed. His head was splitting with pain, and he clutched it as he rolled around.

It's fine. The first time always hurts. After it hurts a few more times, you'll get used to it!

Holy crap!

Could he at least have warned him properly? Zhang Hao rolled around on the ground for about ten seconds, enduring the unbearable pain. Then the intense agony receded like a tide. He sat up, still clutching his head, and stayed on the ground for a full five minutes. Then he let out a groan that was almost ecstasy itself.

Five minutes later, Zhang Hao was floating on air. The sensation was so blissful that he felt as though he might fly. His eyes shone, and he couldn't control himself; he let out another groan without thinking. He'd never felt anything like it in his life. It was incredible.

The more it had hurt before, the better it felt now. The sensation lasted a full two minutes.

Zhang Hao didn't even know what to say. Earlier, the pain had been so unbearable he'd wanted to die. But the blissful feeling that followed was something he wanted to experience again. No—he'd gladly go through it another eight or ten times.

What Zhang Hao didn't know was that his soul had grown slightly stronger, and his mental energy had grown along with it. Even that tiny increase had nearly overwhelmed his body. The bliss that followed came from his body fully accepting his soul and releasing a huge amount of dopamine, nearly sending him into ecstasy.

If Zhang Hao hadn't had Nano-machines inside him, his body would never have withstood this. His flesh and mind would have collapsed, and he would have died.

It was a complete system. If even one part was missing, the bridgehead couldn't be used. Without a guide, there was no way to make it work.

After a transfer, Zhang Hao needed at least several days to rest. During that time, he basically had to relax and recover.

Back at the villa, Zhang Hao instinctively glanced at the time. That was when he believed Mi Feng: after entering the bridgehead, less than two hours had passed. It was truly miraculous.

Even after just those two hours, Zhang Hao was exhausted to the point of collapse. All he wanted was to sleep.

He went straight to his room. He didn't even have time to shower before collapsing into bed. He slept for two full days, utterly oblivious to the world.

Sleeping for two days completely eliminated the danger. Leaving one's body as a soul was extremely dangerous. Zhang Hao was just an ordinary person, nothing special. If anything went wrong, he could die in an instant. The danger was far beyond anything he could understand.

Zhang Hao was lucky in his foolishness; he had made it through the most dangerous hurdle. Only those who passed it could truly become Mi Feng's partner. Anyone who couldn't separate their soul from their body wasn't qualified to control a space-time bridgehead.

This hurdle alone would eliminate 99.999 percent of people. The first separation of body and soul, and the first return to the body, were perilous beyond description. Many people couldn't even return once their souls had left their bodies, let alone have their souls grow strong enough to overwhelm their bodies.

Zhang Hao wouldn't understand just how dangerous it had been until much later, when he established his own space-time bridgehead. For now, he had no idea.

When he got up, Zhang Hao felt refreshed and full of energy. It was a wonderful feeling. Thinking back, he realized he'd never felt so light and carefree in his life. Just one trip across the river of time and space had allowed his soul to grow.

Sitting in front of the computer, Zhang Hao kept thinking about what had happened. The crossing had been so brief, and everything had happened in such a rush, that he'd followed Mi Feng and done as he was told without giving it much thought. Now that he had some free time, he finally began to reflect on the strange journey.

With a space-time bridgehead, time travel was possible. He still hadn't figured out why they needed to do it, but he no longer felt any resistance to the idea.

As for the two bridgeheads, he could think of them as the bridgehead in his hometown and the one in a foreign land. They could be divided into the Main Bridgehead and a subsidiary bridgehead. He was intensely curious about the world connected to the subsidiary bridgehead and wanted to go in and take a look.

As for the portable space, once his body and soul had fully stabilized, he could visit the Main Bridgehead and ask Mi Feng to explain how to use it. It was truly fascinating.

Zhang Hao was most concerned about the separation of soul and body. He asked, "Great One, can anyone separate their soul from their body like I did? Can anyone make a long-distance transfer through time and space?"