Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

Chen Ming was about to step inside, but suddenly stopped.

He slightly moved his right foot forward into the room, then released some metallic liquid at his feet, and closed the door again afterward.

Chen Ming’s expression relaxed slightly.

Because he realized that even in a room completely isolated by Silent Alloy protective layers, these Silent Alloys couldn’t block his Spiritual Energy from penetrating through to control the metallic liquid inside the room.

As if his Spiritual Energy wasn’t directly controlling the objects it affected through the normal cosmic environment.

But through a more peculiar method.

That seemed normal.

After all, Chen Ming still hasn’t understood how his Spiritual Energy transports materials across hundreds or thousands of light years.

His Spiritual Energy might also utilize similar methods during control, so it isn’t hindered by such Silent Alloy rooms.

That reassured Chen Ming.

He directly stepped into the isolation layer.

The isolation layer’s structure was somewhat different from the outer Space Station.

It was a special structure composed of multiple compartments made of Silent Alloy, layered irregularly to envelop the experimental center inside.

Every room had surveillance leading to the interior, and Chen Ming’s every move was undoubtedly under the watch of these monitors.

Yet, it seemed like no one reacted.

Even though Chen Ming disguised himself as that Psychic, he wasn’t supposed to be headed toward the isolation layer’s interior at such a time.

Yet the experimental center seemed to have no response.

No alarms, no announcements, no reactions.

And as Chen Ming walked deeper, he increasingly felt a chill from the depths of the Space Station.

The situation was off; something inside seemed to be wrong.

Upon realizing this, Chen Ming immediately sped up, continually opening each door of the isolation layer compartments.

Until he reached the last closed door leading to the experimental center.

Chen Ming’s actions finally slowed down.

He had already attached a device to the control panel beside the door, yet at this moment, he didn’t open the door directly.

Instead, he paused slightly, adjusting his state, and then opened the door.

The instant the door opened.

Striking his eyes were those researchers, or rather former researchers.

Now, they were completely bent backward at the abdominal position as if snapped, their stomachs violently torn apart, revealing the thoroughly malformed stomachs of the lifeless bodies.

Calling them lifeless bodies wasn’t entirely accurate, as they were still moving, their lower limbs controlled by those grotesque stomachs in action, dragging their upper bodies along the ground as if governed by this stomach.

Moreover, some researchers whose level of dimension infection appeared more severe had their upper bodies morph into a string of stomach-like tumors dragging on the ground.

Leaving behind pools of unknown liquids during their movement.

The entire experimental center hall was filled with these ”creatures,” entirely made up of these mutated stomach monsters.

Alongside these distorted stomach monsters entering his field of vision was the ever-present flesh and tissue that once covered the entire environment.

This queer and twisted feeling was incredibly familiar to Chen Ming.

Simultaneously, his stomach churned.

This was a sign of dimension infection corrosion, An Wuping’s body had been marked by dimension infection.

Though Chen Ming quickly suppressed this familiar feeling, it left him with a slight inexplicable nostalgia.

Of course, Chen Ming swiftly shook the feeling out of his head; he didn’t want to reminisce about dimension infection. It was merely because the impression was so deep that he subconsciously recalled it.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, ignoring the nauseating stench of gastric acid and those semi-digested substances.

As the mutated tissue in the hall began spreading into the compartment he just opened the door to, he stepped directly into the experimental center hall.

The previously aimless and lost stomach monsters seemed to have suddenly found their target.

One by one, they aimed those grotesque stomachs in Chen Ming’s direction.

A gaze from deeper within seemed to focus on Chen Ming’s body as well.

Chen Ming didn’t show any sign of fear.

He clenched his fist, stepping further into the experimental center.

In the past, facing these things might have required every ounce of effort.

But now, there’s no need to worry about unnecessary considerations.

Chen Ming’s body slightly leaned forward, muscles tensed all over.

As those mutated stomach monsters spat disgusting liquids toward his direction.

Chen Ming directly vanished from the spot.

The strength brought by the prosthetic An Wuping allowed him to appear instantly in front of one of the stomach monsters.

With a single punch, he shattered it at the waist.