Space Teleportation
Xu Mo watched as Kim Tae-hee stepped out of the shimmering gate of space.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Kim Tae-hee noticed, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. Moments later, Jenny emerged, scanning her surroundings with open curiosity.
Her eyes quickly landed on Xu Mo, who had just risen from the ground. So this is the man my sister spoke of—the one who gave her those abilities…
Xu Mo caught her gaze and looked back. Jenny, who was usually fearless, quickly lowered her head. She knew the truth: this wasn't just a man, but a legendary demon. Tae-hee had already explained the contract in detail.
Xu Mo hadn't stopped her. In fact, he wanted Jenny to know. His conditions were simple—Jenny had to sign a contract as well. It wasn't sentiment; it was strategy.
He understood her place in Tae-hee's heart—higher than his own. That bond was a liability. If the contract's authority ever clashed with Jenny's safety, Tae-hee would choose her sister without hesitation. Xu Mo couldn't allow that weakness.
So, if not by death, Jenny's soul would be bound. Only then could Tae-hee obey without question.
Through the contract, Xu Mo conveyed his demand. Tae-hee's expression darkened. She didn't want Jenny to bear the same burden—but refusing was pointless. Worse, it could provoke Xu Mo, leaving them both doomed. And besides… without him, neither sister would have survived this long.
Jenny might already have been reduced to a toy for scavengers. Compared to that fate, surrendering her soul almost seemed merciful.
When Tae-hee finally tried to warn her, Jenny's response was shockingly eager.
"You don't understand," Tae-hee pressed. "If you sign, he'll own your soul. A single thought from him could make you suffer worse than death!"
"So what?" Jenny shrugged. "If you want something, you pay for it. Why would someone lend us power for nothing? Just because of our faces?" She sneered. "Don't be naïve. If he wanted women, the whole world would already belong to him. Even if he forced himself on us, what could we do?"
Tae-hee froze, suddenly realizing her own thoughts were still stuck in the world before it ended. Jenny had already moved past that illusion.
"You're right," Tae-hee admitted bitterly.
A moment later, Jenny signed. Another soul bound.
Xu Mo gave them their next task:
"Copy her grimoire for Jenny. Then practice. Focus on teleportation magic. Within days, you should both have it under control—though how far she progresses will depend on talent."
With that, Xu Mo left them and stepped outside, where zombie corpses littered the ground. He raised his hand.
"Summon the Dead."
The air shimmered. From bone and rotting flesh, thousands of skeleton soldiers rose, joined by more than thirty armored death knights. They assembled before him in disciplined ranks.
Moments later, Xu Mo opened another gate of space and marched his new army through.
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The following days blurred together. Xu Mo traveled across Los Angeles, carving auxiliary magic circles and leaving garrisons of undead behind to guard each one.
Finally, on the fourth day, the last circle flared to life.
From there, Xu Mo flew to the Wilshire Center—the tallest building in the city. On its top floor, Tae-hee and Jenny were temporarily lodged. They sat cross-legged on the balcony, practicing teleportation. By working from high above the ground, even if their gates opened into swarms of zombies, they would remain safe.
To Xu Mo's mild surprise, both sisters succeeded almost immediately. Their aptitude mirrored each other's, and within a day they had managed basic teleportation. Alyssa, too, had mastered it in his absence.
So it isn't talent, Xu Mo mused. It must be tied to the contract… or perhaps this world itself.
He gave them their next order: open gates into areas thick with zombies, and use them as practice.
Then, standing on the rooftop, Xu Mo swept his hand. A massive portal blossomed before him, so wide it spanned more than fifty meters. On the far side was a cruise ship, cutting through the ocean.
The lower portion of the gate opened beneath the waves, sending torrents of seawater surging through. The ship, dragged by the current, barreled forward—until it burst out of the portal and slammed down onto the roof of the Wilshire Center.
Concrete groaned. The vessel's keel embedded itself deep into the building, stabilizing it. From the outside, the ship jutted outward like a fortress, impossible for zombies to climb.
On a nearby rooftop, the sisters watched in shock.
"Can… can a portal even open that wide?" Jenny whispered.
"I think… it can," Tae-hee replied, though she knew their own magic could only manage five or six meters at best. This was on another scale entirely.
Xu Mo ignored their awe. "Keep practicing. Your next gates should open into the densest zombie hordes you can find."
Then he vanished into the cruise ship, where Alyssa waited—though the scene that greeted him inside left even him momentarily at a loss for words.
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