"Why?"
"Why was I so used to this kind of teleportation?"
"It felt like I had used it many times..."
"Ten times? A hundred times? It seemed like even more than that..."
Mo Ling's memories churned, but he truly could not recall any specific scenes. He only remembered that he had "used" it, and used it many times. As for where he had used it, what the target had been, and what the situation had been like at the time, he had forgotten it all. If he tried to think any harder, his head began to hurt.
"Were Abyss aftereffects really this severe? Couldn't I remember even a single thing?"
After trying for a while, Mo Ling decided to give up and continue listening to Director Wang.
Since even memories related to teleportation could be recovered, his other memories would surely return little by little, eventually piecing together a complete recollection...
But Director Wang stopped speaking. His hand froze on the demonstration platform, and his eyes stared fixedly at the conference table. Everyone else in the Meeting Room did the same, looking toward where the bottle of water had vanished.
After staring for a while, Director Wang immediately looked toward the Cube beside him. It seemed he had already guessed the culprit behind the "water theft."
He called up an assistant from below the stage and instructed him to retrieve the Meeting Room surveillance footage. Then, with a curious expression, he walked down from the platform and waved his hand several times through the spot where the water bottle had disappeared.
"It really vanished..."
He walked over to the Cube and asked curiously, "You can control this kind of teleportation, can't you? That matches our hypothesis... What does it feel like when you use this ability? Do you need to