He sat with that thought for a moment.

’Wait...’

Something did not add up.

He caught bullets before. Multiple times, without much effort.

A bullet traveled far faster than 500 kilometers per hour, and his hand plucked it from the air like it was nothing.

So why did his vision stuttered when he ran?

He almost dismissed it, but the inconsistency bothered him enough to think it through properly.

’When I catch a bullet, I’m standing still.’

That was the difference.

While he was stationary, his brain had one problem to solve.

One object moving through space toward a fixed point. Trajectory Reading painted the path, his hand followed it, and that was the end of it.

His mind could afford to give everything to that single task.

But at 500 kilometers per hour, he was the thing moving.

The ground beneath him was changing with each stride. The air was hitting him from new angles constantly.

His own body position, balance, and force distribution were all in flux at the same time.

Every piece of information about the world around him was arriving faster and faster the more speed he added.

He exhaled slowly.

It was a strange thing to realize. That the same mind capable of reading a bullet in flight could be overwhelmed simply by running too fast.

Not because it was weak, but because the two tasks were nothing alike beneath the surface.

’I need to teach my brain to stay functional at extreme speed the same way I taught my body to move at it.’

Then an idea surfaced.

’Parasite Eyes.’

The stuttering problem was not about range. It was about volume. His eyes was receiving too much information too fast and could not process all of it cleanly at high speed.

More input channels meant his brain could divide the workload instead of forcing everything through the same two points.

He pressed two fingers against his temple and thought it through carefully. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

’I won’t know until I try.’

He activated Parasite Eyes and positioned the new sets around his head, giving him a 360-degree view.

He began to walk.

Then faster.

Then he ran.

At 400 kilometers per hour, the world stayed coherent. Every part of his visual field was updating and feeding back in real time, the processing load split cleanly across multiple inputs instead of two.

’There it is.’

Satisfied with the result, he pushed to 510 and held the speed.

The distance closed quickly, and he kept running until he was about thirty kilometers away from any man-made buildings.

He slowed and came to a stop. The multiple eyes retracted as he deactivated his skills, his face and body returning to their normal configuration.

When he turned around, the city appeared far behind him. It looked like a horizon of endless lights.

The scale of it was impressive, giving him a clear sense of how much bigger this world was compared to old one.

’And this is just one side,’

Then he turned and looked behind him. The land stretched into an endless plain again, broken only by small patches of grass in the distance.

’I need a better place to run more tests.’

Speed Mode motivated him to explore more body combinations, so he could be ready for anything thrown at him.

He scanned the area and noticed a cluster of small rocky hills nearby.

The rock faces were rough and uneven, layered with years of erosion that had carved shallow grooves into the stone.

He moved along the base, scanning as he went.

There were natural openings here and there.

Gaps where two rock faces had shifted apart over time. A few shallow hollows worn into the stone by weather.

After another ten minutes, he found a suitable spot.

It did not face the city and was angled in a way that made it hard to notice from a distance. Even up close, it would be easy to miss unless someone walked right toward it.

He pressed one hand flat against the stone and felt the vibration moving through it.

No hollow space behind it. No existing cavity.

His lips curved slightly.

’Good. This will be good material to test my strength and speed.’

Dropping into a low stance, he rolled his shoulders to prepare for a strike but stopped halfway.

’I’m already low on energy.’

Rest became the priority.

He sat down where he was and closed his eyes.

The plain offered nothing but open air and the faint sound of wind moving across flat ground.

Time passed the way it always did when there was nothing pressing against it — quietly, without marking itself.

He did not sleep. He simply stopped spending energy and let his body do its work.

Few hours later, the horizon caught the first light before anything else did.

A narrow line of pale gold appeared at the edge of the plain, too faint to call a sunrise but too much to ignore.

It widened slowly.

Warmth reached him before the full light did — a warm feeling against his face and hands, the kind that arrived without announcement and stayed without asking.

[Energy: 70/70]

He did not stretch. Did not warm up. He just walked back to the rock, planted his feet, and threw the first punch.

The impact spiderwebbed, cracks spreading outward like broken glass. Before it could settle, he strike again, and again.

Each punch came faster than the last.

Bit by bit, the hard surface gave way under the constant pressure.

Thirty seconds later, he stopped.

His breathing slowed as he stepped back from the damaged surface.

Small chunks of stone lay scattered around his feet, and in front of him stood a hand-made cave, large enough to fit around twenty people.

’Chain drive is really effective, and it works well with my Reinforced Spring Joints and Kinetic Calibration.’

’The only downside is that if my combo is broken, I can’t get back into it right away.’

He turned at the cracked rock again. Something about it felt unfinished.

’I can still refine this.’