Chapter 75: My Value

I am, indeed, extraordinary.

Through his field of vision, the mountains and trees on both sides of the road zoomed past, blurring into mere streaks of light and shadow.

Harrison Clark was submerged in the exhilaration of the sprint, forgetting time and worries, even the purpose of his run.

As an object approaches the speed of light, time slows down.

What if a person could come close to the speed of light?

His thoughts, then, would seem faster than others', because his time would have slowed down.

At that moment, Harrison Clark's speed had exceeded three hundred kilometers per hour, infinitely far from the speed of light, but closer than anyone else.

He was immersed in an indescribably strange state, all stemming from instinct, yet surpassing it.

Each of his steps was as precisely elegant as art.

Every time he leaped, his poise was breathtakingly graceful.