Chaos Heir

Chapter 1143 Hopping

Khan floated through cold nothingness. A certain discomfort crept over him, but the sensation felt familiar, almost cozy.

The broken training hall expanded in Khan's vision as he floated down. The breach in the hull didn't throw him as far as he thought, but his kick was probably to blame for that. His attack had turned the internal pressure inside the structure into a mess, affecting that thrusting force.

A rain of black metal shards hid among the space's darkness, occasionally reflecting the light of distant stars or from the nearby space station. Meanwhile, the training hall kept shattering since nothing could save its cracked surfaces from the additional erosion.

More shards joined the invisible and shimmering cloud. The training hall had completely lost its floor and almost a quarter of its walls, and the mana barrier had broken immediately, filling the area with intact debris.

Debris in space was a dangerous thing. The empty, dark expanse posed no hindrance to its momentum, and external influences could easily accelerate that. Luckily, mana barriers protected most structures from that peril, but Khan didn't summon anything similar.

Khan absentmindedly glanced at the scene before closing his eyes. Sharp shards grew dangerously close to him, but their whole fabric disappeared, crushed into less than space dust.

Meanwhile, Khan immersed himself in that conflicting sensation. He was a stranger to space, but his body recognized it. He didn't belong there, but his instincts dismissed its threat. His bloodline existed to dominate that deadly environment, not live in fear of it.

Of course, Khan didn't possess that bloodline's entire power. Something told him even the Great Old One didn't. Space remained deadly for him, but he didn't need to bow to it anymore. It simply was another unfriendly environment, like the depths of the sea or the core of a burning volcano.

The familiar and cozy discomfort intensified, but Khan focused elsewhere. His senses stretched through the dark expanse, stirring the foreign memories inside his brain awake. The Great Old One had known those places, and its knowledge reached far past what Khan could perceive.

Nevertheless, Khan didn't feel limited by his perception now. He had spent over a month immersed in the Great Old One's memories, and his first contact with space after that mental training revealed a previously hidden benefit.

Khan didn't need to sense to know. He was already aware of a lot on an instinctive level. After all, the Great Old One's memories were part of him. He had to absorb and translate them, but his subconscious still learned from them, turning those teachings into vague sensations.

Nothing was clear or detailed, but Khan still felt connected to those distant, unexplored locations. The ancient snake had touched them during its long life, amassing knowledge and conclusions a mere human couldn't hope to collect in a single lifetime.

Most of that could be useless to Khan, but the cold sensations invading every inch of his body brought a strange clarity that kept his mind focused on his goal. He thought about the Nak, and his foreign memories replied.

The Great Old One had told Khan it didn't know where the Nak were. However, the ancient snake wasn't below resorting to lies. Moreover, an honest answer didn't necessarily imply the absence of clues and ideas.

Actually, it only stood to reason that the Great Old One had paid a lot of attention to the Nak's movements. The creature knew it lacked a key piece for its final evolution, and its massive inspection of the nearby quadrants probably served that purpose. The snake wanted to gather as many clues as possible to fly after the Nak eventually.

Needless to say, that search had involved most of the Great Old One's simulations and considerations, which translated into far heavier memories. Its profound and boundless feelings that had lasted for millennia also joined them, turning the conclusions into something Khan couldn't dream of approaching yet.

However, Khan did find them. Thinking about the Nak while floating in the middle of the dark expanse resonated with a specific set of distant echoes inside his mind. From the outside, or inside in this case, they didn't look like anything special, but they came alive under that ethereal connection, revealing their true nature.

Heavy, convoluted echoes shook inside Khan's mind, almost screaming while attempting to invade his brain. They pointed in a vague direction and promised immense knowledge, trying to appeal to Khan's deepest desire. He almost lost himself in their call, but his eyes suddenly opened, pushing that hypnotic feeling away.

Khan almost breathed deeply before recalling that he simply couldn't. He was still in space, and his figure had descended further away from the space station.

Yet, Nott Station didn't stay still. Everyone had noticed the training hall's destruction, and scanners had quickly pinpointed Khan's location. Multiple ships had promptly departed from various hangars, converging toward him, and one was about to stop nearby.

Khan would sigh if he could. His cells came alive, straightening his body and dispersing his downward momentum. The ship reached him at that point, but he only waved dismissively at the canopy, releasing a tinge of mana from his feet to hop forward.

More ships followed the first, but they all stopped when they noticed the scene. Khan had remained unprotected in space for minutes, and no mana barrier enveloped his body yet. Still, he casually hopped through space, looking at ease in the middle of that deadly environment.

The ships' hulls hid the general astonishment, but Khan could very well imagine it, even if he dismissed it entirely. He was strolling through space without the help of spacesuits or special techniques. That feat was nowhere near human, and a clear depiction of that shock soon unfolded in his glowing eyes.

Khan calmly but quickly reached the nearest hangar and stood before its metal barrier, waiting for the crews inside to open it. A tremor ran through that bright membrane, allowing Khan to cross it without forcing himself through its fabric.

Khan made no sound landing on the metal floor, but countless heavy steps resounded in his surroundings, approaching him while his lungs calmly resumed absorbing breathable air.

The training hall's destruction had caused quite a ruckus inside Nott Station. Countless teams had activated to rescue Khan, and many had gathered in the hangar he had entered, quickly hurrying to provide medical help. Except he didn't need any.

The soldiers froze before the scene. Khan calmly stood before the mana barrier without a single shard of ice on his face or clothes. He was completely unharmed, and his complexion didn't show any trace of the recent deadly trip.

Actually, Khan's presence had never felt heavier. The air in the hangar grew suffocating, making the ordinary soldiers' heads spin. They had to muster their entire strength to avoid falling to their knees, but two figures managed to step forward in that confusion.

Gordon and Garret had obviously been the first to reach the hangar. Garret had actually already been there since he had just dropped Khan off at the training hall. The two men didn't hesitate to leave the crowd to approach him, but even they failed to hide their stupor.

Knowledge was a curse, and Gordon and Garret knew a lot, especially the latter. The scientist could describe in a thousand ways how impossible it was to survive naked in space, but Khan had just proven him wrong, and the weight that accompanied him didn't bode anything good.

"Do you have enough replacements to fix it?" Khan directly asked, nodding at the broken structure past the mana barrier.

"It will take a few days, My Prince," Garret nodded, "But we do."

"Then, fix it," Khan ordered. "I'm not done with it yet."

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