Chapter 117: Time Stop in the H-World

Inside the Qin family manor, in one of the bedrooms.

A mysterious uninvited guest had somehow slipped in at some point—

She was now lying on the bed, dressed in a frilly Lolita dress.

Her slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, dangled casually over the edge, and as her delicate ankles swayed, the hem of her skirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing a faint, tantalizing curve beneath.

“Are you that free recently?” Tang Yunle glanced at the white-stockinged girl on the bed, who looked extremely similar to her, her tone a little helpless. “Instead of chatting with me, why don’t you think of a way to get me and Alala out of this world sooner?”

“You have to combine work and rest~~”

“If I don’t chat with you, sister, who will I chat with? After all, in this world, you and I are the closest.”

“But~~~”

Tang Yunke suddenly rolled over. The ankle that had been lazily dangling on the edge of the bed gently hooked, and the calf wrapped in white stockings curled up. Her whole body rolled over like a cunning cat.

Her slender neck was slightly tilted, and the tip of her nose was almost brushing against Tang Yunle’s cheek. She sniffed twice and tilted her head, a mischievous smile on her face. “Sister, you have a strong smell of brother-in-law on you—don’t tell me you were eaten by him?”

Hearing this, Tang Yunle’s face turned slightly red.

Qin Liang hadn’t eaten her. She, on the other hand, had eaten Qin Liang.

Her eyebrows twitched. She didn’t answer Tang Yunke’s question, but instead, she looked at her with a hint of teasing. “Don’t you have mind-reading abilities? Do you even need to ask about this kind of thing? Just read it yourself.”

“I don’t want to~~”

Tang Yunke shook her head like a rattle-drum, and her white-stockinged ankles swayed gently on the edge of the bed. “Mind-reading isn’t that simple. This thing doesn’t just read the answer, but also the feelings at that time.”

“If sister was really eaten, that taste…”

At this point, the white-stockinged girl shivered, a look of resistance on her face.

As soon as her words fell, she suddenly seemed to be attracted by something. She abruptly turned her head to look at the bedroom, and a hint of interest flashed in her lively eyes, as if she could see through the door and glimpse some interesting scene.

Tang Yunle followed her gaze, but all she saw was the closed door and nothing else.

At the same time, in Qin Liang’s bedroom.

“I want a piece of cake.”

“I want a glass of orange juice.”

“And a straw and a cake fork.”

The young man with ice-blue eyes, who had stood up again, sat in his chair, eating a small piece of cake while nonchalantly playing with the fountain pen in his hand, which symbolized supernatural power.

After a series of experiments, Qin Liang had already figured out the characteristics of the fountain pen: whatever you wish for will come true. As long as you hold it, whatever you think of will immediately become reality.

However, “whatever you wish for will come true” also has its limitations. More accurately, there is a problem of precision.

For example, if he wanted a piece of cake, it could be a white chocolate cake or a black forest cake.

But if he specified that he wanted a glass of orange juice, then what appeared would definitely be orange juice.

So, when using this fountain pen, it was better to use precise words and describe the needs in more detail.

“The cake tastes okay, but it’s a little troublesome to wipe my mouth.”

As soon as his words fell, a tissue appeared out of thin air beside his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, then he picked it up and wiped the corner of his mouth, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Whatever you wish for will come true. As long as you wish for it, it will come true. And the mind is the most uncontrollable thing.

His fingertips rubbed the edge of the cake box, and he said in a low voice, “Another strawberry-flavored one.”

The next second, a piece of strawberry cake covered in bright red jam landed steadily on the table.

The young man raised his eyebrows and slowly put another piece in his mouth. As the sweet taste melted on his tongue, he suddenly remembered something and raised his hand in front of him.

Thinking is too flexible and jumpy, which is not conducive to precise use. It might be better to use writing to achieve “whatever you wish for will come true.”

After finishing the strawberry cake, the young man played with the fountain pen in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he wrote another line on the piece of paper:

—Except for me, the world’s time is paused.

A second passed, and it was as if a lifetime had passed. Qin Liang stood up, looked at the alarm clock in the room, closed his eyes, and silently counted to sixty in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, the hour hand had not moved, the minute hand had not moved, and the second hand had not moved at all.

He walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside. The sun was shining, and the grass was green. In the distance, a woman in a white dress was frozen in place. Even the butterflies and birds in the air were frozen in mid-air.

“This is even possible,” the young man muttered to himself.

He wasn’t a perverted wolf from a novel. He hadn’t thought of using the time pause to do some unspeakable things to this world.

According to the knowledge he had mastered at this stage: the earth under his feet, the speed of rotation at the equator is about one thousand six hundred and seventy kilometers per hour.

The distance between the sun and the earth, even light has to travel for eight minutes.

And the orbital speed of the earth around the sun is about one hundred and seven thousand kilometers per hour.

In the theory of relativity, everything is in a state of dynamic change, and one thing affects the whole.

Therefore, his “time stop” in theory stopped the time of the entire universe every time.

Otherwise—

If the time stop was just a field that covered a certain area, then this area would be thrown out by the earth’s rotation at a speed of one thousand six hundred and seventy kilometers per hour.

If it only covered the earth, the earth would be thrown out by the sun at a speed of one hundred and seven thousand kilometers per hour.

But “time stop,” is it really a time stop?

Whether in classical Newtonian physics or relativity, if a time stop really occurred, then in the static space-time, the speed of all things relative to the static everything would exceed the speed of light.

At such a terrifying speed, why could everything exist?

Or, as the initiator of the time stop, why could he himself move?

You know, in a time stop, the earth and the air would theoretically become the most solid existence, almost an absolute rigid body.

When time stagnates, all molecular motion will be frozen, and matter will be in a quantum degenerate state at absolute zero. The distance between air molecules will be reduced to the order of meters, forming a rigid body structure that is denser than neutron star matter.

Any object that tries to move will need to overcome the degenerate pressure of the order of Pascal, which is equivalent to applying a force of ten thousand tons on every square centimeter.

Qin Liang felt that his mind was in a mess, but he quickly threw these things aside.

Don’t think too much.

Since even gender-bending and transmigration exist in this world, it’s not surprising that the fountain pen in his hand can “make whatever you wish for come true.” And if something else that’s hard to understand appears, it doesn’t seem like a big deal.

He had already died once. What’s the point of thinking about these things? It’s better to live in the present.

He wasn’t a big shot in the academic field. Even if physics didn’t exist, it wouldn’t stop him from being a rich young master.

As for whether he should hand this pen over to the federation… Qin Liang felt that he could, but he had to let him enjoy it for a few days first.

He would enjoy it first, and then he would let others enjoy it with him. It wasn’t too late.

As the saying goes, the first to get rich will lead the others to get rich.

Without the time pause, Qin Liang played with the divine pen and walked out of the bedroom.

He didn’t go downstairs, nor did he go anywhere else. His gaze fell on a kitchen door dozens of steps away.

——————It was the room where Tang Yunle was.