"Future, close the Dimensional Space."
The cube of light flickered, then vanished into thin air.
Fascinated by the futuristic display, Xie Ning had Future open and close it several times out of curiosity.
Seeing Little Spider was on the verge of freaking out, Xie Ning quickly sent it off to rest.
Only then did Xie Ning fish the handgun out from the living room sofa.
She knew how to use a gun; she definitely hadn't lied to Gu Chen and Lu Wei about that.
But her skill wasn't just the few flashy, impractical moves from military training that she'd mentioned.
After twenty years in the apocalypse, as a subpar Space Ability User whose small Space was "welded shut," her constitution was only a smidgen better than that of a normal person.
If she had remained the sentimental, frail, and artsy girl she was before the apocalypse, she wouldn't have lasted twenty years—she would have been devoured, not even a scrap of bone left, within two.
