Haoran stood in the middle of the ruined street, surrounded by dozens of figures. They didn't hurry; their steps were slow, as if they wanted to savor the moment before attacking. But Haoran's eyes remained calm, untouched by their overwhelming numbers.
One of the enemies, a tall man with a Stellar shaped like an endless green energy chain, spoke mockingly: "Alone against all of us? Hahaha, are you insane… or just stupid?"
On the other side, a woman in a black robe raised her right hand, her Stellar a swirling dark liquid coiling around her wrist. "Don't tell me we have to hold back," she said, her lips curling slightly.
Haoran just stared. Silent. He removed his glasses. His left eye appeared—its pupil a bright blue cube spinning aimlessly, sclera glowing gold like molten metal. Everything around them fell silent for a moment.
"Ah… that's just makeup, right?" one of the enemies muttered, unsure.
Haoran smiled faintly in his mind: Infinity Prims.
Instantly, the space around him began shifting at insane speeds—buildings, debris, even the air moved as if caught in a constantly changing flow of time. The enemies panicked, struggling to stabilize themselves, but their efforts were futile. Yan Shuo, perched atop the golden book, swallowed hard, eyes wide.
Suddenly, the space returned to its original position. The street, the ruins, the enemies—all exactly where they had been. They laughed at the display, mocking Haoran—yet he remained calm.
With a single motion of his hand, he floated upwards. Yan Shuo gasped: "Since when… can uncle fly?!"
As Haoran ascended, buildings, debris, and fragments across the area lifted with him, drifting slowly in the air. The ground beneath the enemies remained stable, allowing them to stand, but the aura of uncertainty spiked—anything around them could shift at any moment. Yan Shuo whispered in disbelief, "Is this… Moving Space?"
Haoran surveyed the circle of enemies below. Dozens of unique Stellars flared around them:
A man in red, his Stellar a cube of energy that grew and shrank, shifting in random rhythms.
A silver-hatted woman, her Stellar thin, twisting flames that formed erratic, aggressive patterns.
A skinny man, his Stellar like shattered glass layers spinning rapidly, reflecting the cracked street light.
Two brothers, their Stellars clashing—green and black liquid spheres—creating chaotic ripples in the air.
Others wielded mini rotating cubes, spiral waves, and streams of geometric light, moving unpredictably yet attacking simultaneously.
Haoran smiled faintly. With one gesture, he grasped a floating piece of the building, bending it mid-air, then threw over ten slabs of steel and concrete at the enemies wielding mini Stellars.
The enemies reacted, their Stellars blocking or deflecting some fragments, but most were smashed, shattered, exploding into small energy shards.
The tall man with the green energy chain lunged at Haoran, chain spinning like a rotating blade. Haoran leaned his body, shifting a few large floating debris, causing the chain to hit a mini floating building, ricochet, and injure its owner.
Meanwhile, the woman with the dark liquid wave attacked from the air, emitting spiral waves from below and the side. Haoran quickly spun nearby buildings, creating a rotating debris shield that absorbed the waves and redirected them to strike two enemies behind her.
Dozens of other enemies stared at Haoran, a mix of shock, anger, and curiosity in their eyes. No one could predict his movements. Every attack they launched was countered by unpredictable object movements, creating abstract traps and destroying their own Stellars.
One enemy, a man with a fast-spinning blue cube Stellar, shouted: "This is impossible! We should be able to match him!"
Haoran bowed slightly, sweeping his hands through the air. With a single gesture, he altered the dimension of Moving Space: a large building on the street's side rotated vertically, forming a wall that pressed the enemies to one side, while floating concrete shards hovered, ready to strike anyone moving recklessly.
Some tried to resist the pressure with their Stellars, but Haoran manipulated the weight and position of objects, staggering, throwing, or knocking enemies into debris, fracturing their Stellars, and breaking their original forms.
On the other side, he began targeting smaller groups:
A woman with thin flame waves attacked from the right. Haoran grabbed a floating building slab, bent it like a bow, and launched it at her Stellar. The flame waves scattered, some hitting enemies behind her, sending them sprawling.
The two brothers' green and black liquid spheres clashed in mid-air, creating unpredictable waves. Haoran contained them by flipping floating debris, forming a mini dome that separated them and shattered their spheres into small energy fragments.
Some enemies attempted to coordinate, trying to trap Haoran from both sides. But he swiftly manipulated Moving Space, shifting the positions of buildings, debris, and objects in the air, causing their attacks to collide with each other.
Meanwhile, Haoran tapped into the physical enhancement granted by this dimension. He leaped from debris to debris at high speed, punching, kicking, and striking remaining enemies. Each strike was not flashy but shattered mini Stellars and disrupted the battle's rhythm.
Yan Shuo gaped. "Uncle… he… he's controlling all… all the objects?"
Haoran smiled faintly. Raising both hands, the entire floating building array swirled, spinning enemies in air and on the ground, disorienting them. Their Stellars flickered, some shattered, some collided with debris, breaking their balance.
A man with a layered light cube Stellar tried to attack Haoran with rapid kicks and spinning Stellars. Haoran moved nearby debris and metal shards, creating invisible collisions that shattered the cube Stellar before it could hit him.
Another enemy, a woman with thin blue geometric waves, attempted to form an energy wall with her Stellar. Haoran shifted surrounding debris, pulling the wall toward them, smashing nearby enemies.
Dozens of enemies were now bewildered; their Stellars malfunctioned, some injured by surrounding objects, some thrown off balance. Haoran remained floating, hands moving lightly—twisting, pressing, throwing—manipulating Moving Space relentlessly, precisely, and brutally.
Some tried to coordinate again, but Haoran altered the entire area's orientation at lightning speed, rotating buildings, streets, and debris, shattering their coordination. Their Stellars were no longer synchronized, fractured, or broken.
Finally, Haoran gathered all large debris into a massive energy dome, immobilizing the enemies. Dropping it in the center of the circle, any remaining Stellars tried to resist, but Haoran's enhanced physical strength and dimensional control crushed them one by one.
One defeated enemy whispered, "Why… why must I fight a human with abilities like this?"
Yan Shuo held his breath, watching Uncle Haoran standing atop a massive floating debris, left eye cube spinning, gold sclera glowing. The remaining dozens of enemies collapsed; their Stellars shattered, bodies hurled into debris or collided with floating buildings.
Haoran gazed at them, lowering his hands slowly. The swirling debris and ruins gradually returned to their original positions, but the enemies were already incapacitated—some collapsed, some could not rise.
Silence fell, only the wind and falling dust could be heard. The surviving enemies stared at Haoran with wide eyes, breathing heavily. Some whispered in disbelief, as if witnessing a being beyond human.
Yan Shuo slowly closed the golden book. "This… this is Stellar Moving Space… and… uncle… he can manipulate every object in this area… like… a god," he murmured.
Haoran stared at them, smiling faintly. The ground beneath him remained stable, yet everything around him could shift in direction or weight at any moment. The surviving enemies gradually retreated, intimidated by this incomprehensible abstract power.
Haoran floated down, landing lightly in the middle of the street. His left eye cube spun for a moment before returning to normal. His body was strong, calm, and ready should anyone dare advance.
The ruined environment, floating debris, and shattered Stellars amplified the epic atmosphere—not just a physical fight, but a battle of dimensions, spatial logic, and abstract Orienzu energy, combined into one terrifying power.
The surviving enemies now fell completely silent. Some looked at each other, hesitant, realizing they had lost without ever fully understanding Haoran's strategy.
Haoran stood amidst the ruins, hands in pockets, eyes blankly fixed on the surviving enemies. He knew this was only the beginning, but within Infinity Prims, he was the absolute ruler.