Chapter 35: A New Spatial Ability! 

Huang Ming rubbed his nose awkwardly, avoiding Liu Shuang'er's piercing gaze like a guilty man caught red-handed. 

With a forced smile, he said, "Shuang'er, come help me load these magazines." 

Without waiting for her response, he crouched beside the ammo case and started slotting bullets into the twenty empty magazines. Shuang'er stomped over, her cheeks puffed in silent anger, but she joined him anyway, her fingers moving with sharp, deliberate motions. 

"Anqing, you should rest," Huang Ming quickly added when he saw Gu Anqing approaching. "Go take a shower. I've got this." 

Anqing hesitated but nodded. "Alright. Just… be careful with those grenades. I'd rather not wake up to our living room in pieces." 

As she headed to the bathroom, Huang Ming immediately stashed the five grenades into his spatial storage before resuming his task. 

A sudden, icy voice cut through the silence. 

"How did she taste?" 

Huang Ming nearly fumbled the bullet in his hand. He blinked at Shuang'er, who refused to meet his eyes, her fingers tightening around the magazine she was loading. 

*Oh, for—* 

*She's still hung up on that?!* 

His past relationship with Gao Weiwei had taught him one thing: when a woman asked a question like that, there was only one correct response. 

In one smooth motion, he leaned in and kissed her. 

Shuang'er stiffened—then melted, her earlier anger dissipating like smoke. Only when the bathroom door creaked open did she shove him away, her face flushed. 

Huang Ming smirked, whispering against her ear, "Yours is better." 

"Y-You—!" She swatted at him, but the corners of her lips betrayed her, twitching upward despite herself. "Ugh, you're the worst…" 

Chuckling, Huang Ming returned to his task. Women were incomprehensible creatures. Sometimes, the only way to settle things was to *settle* them. 

Soon, all twenty magazines were loaded. Storing them in his spatial inventory, he tallied his arsenal: **249 rounds, five grenades, and a silenced pistol.** 

Barring an instant zombie swarm, he could now wipe out **three hundred undead** without breaking a sweat. 

The thought sent a thrill through him. He had to test the silencer—and his own accuracy. 

Snatching his night-vision goggles, he darted to the window. The moon hung bright, and the streetlights cast eerie glows over the deserted roads. Near **Building 7**, a few shambling figures lurked. 

Huang Ming took aim, exhaled— 

***Biu.*** 

A whisper-quiet shot. The targeted zombie's head snapped back before it crumpled. 

Huang Ming stared. 

*…Did I just land a headshot on the first try?* 

He fired again. Another kill. 

Then a third. Same result. 

This wasn't luck. 

As he lined up the fourth shot, a strange sensation prickled behind his eyes—a flash of white light, a ripple in the air. The bullet left the barrel… and *vanished* mid-flight before reappearing directly inside the zombie's skull. 

His breath hitched. 

*My spatial ability… it's guiding the bullets.* 

Experimentally, he fired without aiming. The moment he *willed* it, the bullet teleported to his intended target. **Unavoidable. Unblockable.** Unless something moved faster than a bullet or could shatter it mid-path, this was a guaranteed kill. 

The only oddity? That faint white flicker in his vision each time. 

How many times could he use this? Were there limits? It didn't matter. This changed *everything.* 

He'd thought his spatial power was just for storage. But now— 

"**Huang Ming!**" 

Shuang'er's alarmed voice snapped him back to reality. He realized his hands were trembling—not from fear, but raw exhilaration. 

She pressed a cool palm to his forehead. "Are you sick? You're shaking like—" 

"I just scored three headshots in a row," he blurted, pointing at Building 7. "From here." 

Shuang'er's skepticism was palpable. "Yeah, right. Even action movies don't pull that crap." 

"Check the drone footage." 

Grumbling, she launched their quadcopter. Moments later, the live feed confirmed it: **three corpses, each with a clean, execution-style hole through the forehead.** 

Shuang'er's jaw dropped. "What the hell *are* you?!" 

Anqing, now freshly showered, joined them. Studying the footage, her brows furrowed. "This makes no sense. At this range, the bullet's kinetic energy shouldn't penetrate bone—let alone leave such a clean exit wound." 

Huang Ming's grin widened. 

*So it boosts firepower too.* 

"I just discovered a new application of my ability," he admitted. "Combat augmentation." 

The two women exchanged glances—equal parts awe and wariness. 

"Ability?" they echoed in unison. 

"Yeah. And I'm only scratching the surface." 

Their curiosity burned, but neither pressed further. Smart women knew when to stop asking questions. 

And these two? 

They were the smartest he knew.