"Okay! Let's practice! But it's agreed that if something feels off, you guys have to bring me back right away!"

Thus, Zhang Shaozhong's days of suffering were extended to one more thing—extreme distance stress training.

Every day, under the "supervision" of the two big shots, he had to walk step by step towards that kilometer-long boundary with a bitter face.

The feeling was like having two rubber bands tied around your body, the tension increasing with each step. In the last few steps, it felt like pulling your legs out of a mud pit, and it felt like a vengeful old woman was pricking your brain with needles.

By the time he finally manages to get close to the boundary line, he is often pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Stop! Right there! Hold on a little longer!"

Nightshade's voice would be transmitted through a vague mental connection (even though the distance was far and the language was different, the basic mental connection could still be transmitted with difficulty, mainly thanks to the contract).

Zhang Shaozhong could only stand there miserably, feeling his soul being repeatedly pulled apart, sometimes as if it was about to float away, and sometimes suddenly pulled back.

Headache, nausea, dizziness... a variety of negative feelings take turns to occur.

Ling Qingxue occasionally felt a slight chill in her mind: "Guard your spirit and return to oneness, try to adapt to that pulling sensation, and treat it as a form of tempering."

Zhang Shaozhong cursed inwardly, "What kind of torture is this! This is clearly torture!" But he could only agree verbally and grit his teeth to endure it.

After each training session, he felt like he had run a marathon, completely exhausted, and needed to lie there for a while to recover.

As for the effect... well, it's not that there was none.

After a few days, he did feel that being at an altitude of over 900 meters was not as uncomfortable as it had been at the beginning.

But that thousand-meter limit is like an insurmountable chasm, firmly stuck there, impossible to cross.

Every time I try to take that step, a severe headache and a feeling of my soul being torn apart come on time, without mercy.

"No, it won't work..."

That day, after failing again, he collapsed to the ground, groaning.

"I'm stuck there, I can't get past it! Is my method wrong?"

Night Enchantress stroked her chin:

"Wasn't the stimulation enough? Kid, next time you try it. When you're close to your limit, activate those two energies at the same time, and then use your 'distraction technique' to entice the contract a little. See if you can break through?"

Zhang Shaozhong:

"...Big sister, do you really want me to die? Playing with energy conflicts at the extreme distance? Are you afraid my soul won't shatter evenly enough?"

Ling Qingxue also rejected this reckless suggestion:

"No. The soul is already under immense pressure; adding internal strife will surely cause it to collapse."

The three of them were once again at an impasse.

Zhang Shaozhong stared at the invisible "blockade line," so worried he pulled out his hair.

One kilometer, not too far, not too near.

It allows him to catch his breath, but it doesn't truly grant him freedom. This feeling of seeing something but not being able to touch it is even more torturous.

"Oh shit……"

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"What the hell is this damn contract...?"

Is this how I'm destined to be trapped within a radius of one kilometer for the rest of my life?

His gaze swept across the bustling street scene further out the window, and a wave of despair washed over him.

Making money? Finding a job? Supporting a family?

The future remains bleak!