Chapter 26: The Mirror of Emptiness

"An ability is the external manifestation of a certain characteristic or order."

Shen Liangxin still gave the answer: "In the United States, there should be quite a few man-made ability users."

"Furthermore," Shen Liangxin, who wore purple-rimmed glasses, emphasized, "abilities follow the principle of becoming stronger with use, but they also exert an influence on the user and the external environment. It can be said that there are both advantages and disadvantages."

"Then what is your ability?"

Li Fengyin asked immediately, and Shen Liangxin’s reply was just two words: "None."

After speaking, Shen Liangxin input a series of parameters into the console again. This time, it seemed to be a calculation regarding the future.

In truth, everything is subject to a question: how far away is the future, or rather, how far away are the different possibilities?

The constant pi seems to be an entity that has no end and does not repeat; calculating the value of pi has even become a benchmark for measuring computer performance, and quantum computers are no exception.

However, after some thought, Li Fengyin reached a conclusion: pi is a fixed numerical value. That is to say, it does not change in itself, and it follows a pattern.

Of course, if one were to tell a scientist that the pi they cannot calculate to the end is actually a fixed string of numbers, they would likely be mocked for not understanding science.

At this moment, having received this answer, Li Fengyin lay on the bed in his second-floor room with his hands spread wide. Between them, a black, ethereal mirror-like surface appeared.

It seemed to be a combined ability of endless reincarnation and pi. Li Fengyin named it:

[Void Mirror of All Things]

Everything had fallen into place!

Although Li Fengyin was not the best student, he could be fairly certain that he was likely the person with the most extensive reading in the world. Since he was diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of seventeen, he had begun a long journey of contemplation and reading to recover his intelligence and emotional quotient.

His infinite understanding of logic and all things finally forged the ability he had grasped in an instant.

What was even more terrifying was that Li Fengyin knew from this that the ability had almost no side effects on him, or one could say it came at no cost.

However, he was in no hurry to show off his ability. To the outside world, Li Fengyin was willing to call his power "Void Mirror Technique."

"Then, how many void mirrors can I condense at once?"

Whispering to himself, Li Fengyin spread his five fingers, and a circular black void mirror appeared out of thin air. Yet, he realized he could not condense another void mirror on his other hand.

Could he only condense one with one hand or both hands at a time?

But that did not seem to be his limit either.

Clenching his fist, the void mirror vanished into thin air. Suddenly opening his palm again, three void mirrors layered and expanded in succession. This was Li Fengyin’s limit for now.

Everything seemed to come too easily, which made Li Fengyin feel somewhat strange and struggle to adapt.

Relaxing his right hand, the black void mirror vanished again. Li Fengyin felt a surge of excitement, and the accumulated drowsiness he had felt earlier had completely vanished without a trace!

The scene shifted. Inside the police station, Zhang Feng was about to be escorted to the American consulate in Shangbei City, China, as he had requested to be dealt with by his own government.

This international professor still harbored a sliver of hope. He was now in the hands of the police, and the crimes he had committed were not severe enough to warrant the death penalty; in other words, there was still a chance of survival.

However, just as he was about to board the police car, a bullet pierced his head.

The two criminal police officers guarding him immediately assumed a defensive posture, but they could not locate the shooter’s position.

Until he collapsed onto the ground, Zhang Feng instead wore a smile of relief. Memories of his past flashed through his mind bit by bit. In the end, he had paid the price he deserved.

Zheng Chao lowered his rifle from a building over two hundred meters away and whispered, "Shen Liangxin, consider this revenge for you. Though, it seems it was a grudge of my own?"

"Alright, time to get on with the mission!"

After packing his gear, Zheng Chao left directly. His target was also about to enter the hunting range.

An American economist, struggling to save the United States, yet his true insights were resented by the government. In his view, the biggest problem in the U.S. was the "dollar tide"—making money too easily while lying idle, which led to a series of domestic issues.

And he had become a problem in the eyes of the government, threatening the stability of their rule.

Ains Connor.

Through a series of coincidences, this economist arrived in China. He decided to lobby the high-level officials of China to stop the U.S. tide-style financial extraction method, little knowing that this was the beginning of the end for his life.

"Mr. Connor, how do you think we should change the distorted economy of the United States?"

At the ball, a Chinese businessman asked this question.

"First, a healthy economy must grow on the premise of creating value. Today's bubble economy is also a major problem."

Connor said this very calmly, prompting those around him to nod in agreement.

However, even though he was welcomed here, he never forgot his difficult situation in the United States. He had even been pelted with rotten eggs during a speech, but fortunately, he had persisted with his ideas.

In his view, the global economic operation currently faced enormous problems as well; all countries were heavily in debt and on the verge of collapse. Little did they know, nations were already preparing to "flip the table."

"Flipping the table" meant using force to solve the problem. Since debts were owed, why not just eliminate the creditors? Such cruel, "law of the jungle" thinking was the true reality nations were facing.

Of course, China was different, which was why this mysterious civilization could endure and thrive. This trip to China would be an encounter for him to understand the way this country survived.

Just as the ball reached its second half, everyone’s attention began to drift. Dr. Connor, feeling somewhat tired, sat at a round table where soda and cola were placed. However, he did not know that this was the moment of his mental fatigue, and also the best opportunity for an assassin to strike.

Inside the ballroom, a silver-winged, spherical metal reconnaissance eye happened to hover above Ains Connor’s head.

Even though the windows were completely obscured by curtains, Zheng Chao, holding a sniper rifle on the opposite rooftop, was already aimed. With a gentle pull of the trigger, this economist would be sent to the afterlife!

"These scholars really are simple-minded."

Without knowing when, a woman holding a champagne flute sat down beside Connor. "Don't you think so, Mr. Connor?"

She happened to block the trajectory of the sniper's bullet, and the best assassination opportunity of the night vanished.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this imposing, noble woman, Connor was somewhat surprised.

Before she could answer, the woman had already taken out a card and placed it on the round table, right within Connor's line of sight. On the card, three words were written:

[Danger!]