War begins with hatred and ends with courage. — My War, by Lieutenant General Li Wenjia
Jiang Ling felt like she was spinning.
Rotation is one of the most fundamental terms used to describe the motion of an object. Rotation is always beautiful, regardless of the reference frame or the angle or perspective. It perfectly aligns with human aesthetics, so ubiquitous in our daily lives that we often overlook its essence.
The essence of rotation is orderly, stable, and controllable, perfectly conforming to all the elements of classical physics. It will be a stepping stone for people to access most disciplines, and also the key for geniuses to open a new era.
The rotation that Jiang Ling felt was not an illusion. In fact, when subjected to a single external force, most unexpected disturbances could cause the object to rotate, but most of the time it was slow and imperceptible.
She was currently flying at high speed above the upper atmosphere. Exactly how high was unclear, but within her own sensing range, she could no longer see any normal life. The space constructed by her psychic power was pitch black, and the sphere with a radius of two hundred kilometers was completely empty. She didn't know how long she would remain in this flight. Perhaps, like a weather rocket, she would only remain in a low-lying suborbital orbit for ten minutes. Or perhaps, like some pre-war civilian company, their first launch had sent a car-sized object into Jupiter's orbit, never to return.
The dark environment dampened some of her passion, but that only dampened the dynamite in her heart. She was now extremely angry, an emotion she had not felt for a long time since she entered society.
When Political Commissar Xiao took out the antiproton bomb, Jiang Ling figured out everything.
The man behind the scenes' plan was like filling a fire ant nest with liquid aluminum, smoking a vole hole with smoke, or roasting a hornet's nest with fire. Theoretically, he might have already chosen his target, and all that remained was to figure out how to light the firecracker—and Jiang Ling was that firecracker.
That person must be someone very familiar with her, otherwise they wouldn't have considered playing the emotional card. It couldn't be just anyone on this mission, at least not just one person. As far as she knew, Ning Weihe would never sacrifice his comrades to achieve his goals. People who are good at calculating are always very annoying. The details of the plan would probably take days and nights to explain, but there was no need for her to dwell on who was the winner now. After all, that person had given her a clear reason to vent her anger.
When people are extremely angry, they lose their rationality. For the first time, Jiang Ling began to dislike her monster form. This body had abandoned the most powerful human senses in order to enhance its psychic abilities. For some unknown reason, she began desperately trying to open this body's eyes. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she saw light illuminating her vision.
Of course, the monster never had eyes on its face; that was just another way to use psychic power. Jiang Ling learned the light-to-psychic energy conversion without any instruction, and from then on, her life activities were no longer limited to the surface of the planet.
She "saw" the vast ocean beneath her feet, a silvery-white path stretching across the land until it reached the distant, distinctly curved horizon. To the north of this white path, several "tiny" ripples on the water surface and a tropospheric cumulonimbus cloud cavity were slowly spreading. The center of this luminous path was exactly where she had jumped.
She quickly figured out her position, and even calculated her possible landing point with the help of her "unscientific" psychic abilities.
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