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After making sure no one was watching, Chen Yansen lifted his feet and floated above the heads of wheat.

Under his control, his flying speed increased steadily.

At first, it was only four to five kilometers per hour, about the same as a normal walking pace.

Then it reached ten kilometers per hour, on par with a fast run.

Twenty kilometers per hour, sixty, one hundred!

His speed kept increasing, but his brain also began to swell, and he felt a faint twinge of pain.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen slowly reduced his speed.

Next, he tested his flight altitude and endurance. He found that the limiting factor for his altitude wasn’t the strength of his Spiritual Power, but the thin air at high altitudes; the temperature was a minor issue.

His endurance was also impressive. He only felt a hint of fatigue after floating continuously for more than ten minutes.

Even though the Lighthouse Country’s most advanced KH-11 Keyhole satellite in 2012 had a resolution of ten centimeters, successfully capturing his silhouette would require several things. First, the reconnaissance satellite would have to be aimed directly at the area near Xuyuan, with good lighting conditions and no cloud cover. Second, it would need precise real-time data processing capabilities.

And in 2012, that technology didn’t exist.

Besides, even if a satellite did capture an image of him, with the current ten-centimeter resolution, he would likely be dismissed as a human-shaped balloon.

Chen Yansen put away the phone he had been using to measure his speed and turned back toward Xuyuan.

Additionally, a new talent had quietly appeared in the talent section of the system panel: [Planck Clock]. Unlike [Eidetic Memory] and [Rhino-Hide Tiger-Bone], this newly activated talent came with a line of explanation next to its name.

When the talent is active, you can experience one hour of subjective thought within a single second of real time.

Chen Yansen mulled it over for a moment and immediately understood its function. The [Planck Clock] was similar to bullet time; it was like activating an overclocked mind, stretching time by a factor of 3,600. For research and development, it was an absolutely unbeatable tool.

With his Spiritual Power, combined with this talent, it was like he had broken through technological barriers. A technology that would normally take hundreds of people three years to develop could probably be completed by him in just two or three days.

The [Planck Clock] was an active talent; it had to be turned on and off through the system panel.

This unusual requirement made Chen Yansen wary.

’This thing probably has side effects, and they’re likely not small.’

Chen Yansen didn’t test it immediately. Only after he returned to Room 0418 and sat down on the sofa did he focus his mind and try to activate the [Planck Clock].

In the next second, the entire world seemed to pause.

His thoughts raced at an unimaginable speed. The smart memory compression problem he had encountered that afternoon while writing the Aurora Future OS was instantly solved with a better solution.

He also came up with new ideas for inter-process communication, the eco-compatibility layer, and the layered security model.

The business data from all of Senlian Capital’s subsidiaries intertwined before him like a spider’s web, and all the organizational and management loopholes that were usually hidden were now laid bare.

The code he had already written for the Aurora Future OS now seemed like garbage, utterly worthless.

Chen Yansen subconsciously tried to get up and grab his computer, but while the thought was there, his body was slow to respond.

His movements had also been slowed down 3,600 times!

The talent was terrifyingly powerful. It was well worth the millions of Human Dao Fire he had poured into it.

’Deactivate!’

Chen Yansen issued the silent command and withdrew from the [Planck Clock] talent.

But what followed was a bone-deep exhaustion. He didn’t even have the strength to climb into bed and collapsed onto the sofa.

With his last ounce of strength, he glanced at the timer on his phone. Only three seconds had passed.

’Son of a bitch, it was only three goddamn seconds?’

Chen Yansen’s eyelids fell heavily. He felt an unprecedented weight on both his Spirit and body.

Ever since his rebirth, this was the first time he had ever been this exhausted. His lips were pale, and he fell asleep the moment his head hit the cushion.