Lin Feng quickly flipped through the booklet. His formidable memory allowed him to instantly commit its contents to mind. The usage of the cube appeared straightforward. Each cube possessed a unique energy feedback pattern, similar to the magic circuits he had seen in some anime. However, in this case, the circuit acted as a key to the cube. Mastering the cube’s circuit allowed one to activate it. Forceful activation was possible, but it demanded immense energy, just as Lin Feng had done among the Star Race. Furthermore, forceful activation made it difficult for the cube to achieve its perfect operational state.
Lin Feng’s thought was whether he could absorb the energy within the cube. However, after much deliberation, he found no method. This object possessed its own consciousness, akin to a soul gem. This was confirmed by what Xi Xing had said about the destruction of the Star Race. The cube had departed from the Star Race moments before its demise, which proved its self-awareness. Simultaneously, having its own consciousness indicated it was a relatively complete cosmic cube. This was not good news for Lin Feng, as absorbing the energy of a self-aware cube would surely meet resistance.
Lin Feng walked around the planet, holding the cube. He found a spot, sat down, and placed the cube in his palms, beginning to apply pressure. His strength intensified, quickly reaching terrifying levels. A creaking sensation arose, not from the cube cracking, but from the space being distorted by Lin Feng. The immense force caused visible warping between his palms and the cube. This power was enough to crush an Infinity Gem like a walnut, yet the cube remained utterly unchanged.
“Heh, I refuse to believe there’s something Superman can’t crush!” Lin Feng’s competitive spirit ignited; this was the first truly resilient object he had encountered. His strength increased another notch. Terrifying power swirled around Lin Feng, and the space between his hands continuously collapsed. The very planet beneath him began to crumble under the residual effects of the spatial distortion. The energy within the cube began to stir, becoming somewhat agitated. However, this agitation was as subtle as a small wave in the vast ocean. Lin Feng could feel that the cube was far from its breaking limit, suggesting it might require his full power to even begin to crack.
Lin Feng’s heart sank, muttering a curse of admiration. He then withdrew his hands. Forget it; to be safe, he wouldn’t force it. He feared that if he continued to squeeze, he might explode this universe. Even with his biological force field active, it might not be enough to prevent the damage caused by his spatial distortions. This thing was far too dangerous. Moreover, if he truly managed to break open the cosmic cube, it was highly likely to directly trigger dimensional energy. Frightening, truly frightening…
Given this, he decided to try the method Frigga had suggested. Realizing brute force was not viable, Lin Feng returned to Blue Star with the cube. Studying the energy patterns posed no risk of energy runaway. Lin Feng was a man who enjoyed comfort. Returning home, he sat on the sofa, sipping tea while studying. He never expected to return so soon after leaving for just a day.
As the sun set, the scenery of Blue Star remained beautiful. In the small villa, only Susan was home. After a brief greeting, Lin Feng plopped down on the sofa. “Where are the others?” Lin Feng asked, crossing his legs like a lord. It was five o’clock, and the two little rascals had been home from school before four.
“Wanda took them out to play, they should be back soon,” Susan replied from the kitchen, then walked out with a cup of hot tea. She was immediately drawn to the blue cube on the table. Gently setting down the teacup, Susan asked, “What is that?” Lin Feng always brought home strange little trinkets for Susan. Last time, he had brought a talking, self-walking mule toy, claiming it was a local specialty. However, the entire family found it annoying, and it had been relegated to the storage room.
Lin Feng tapped the cosmic cube with a finger. As he tapped, the cube flickered, its light dimming and brightening as if responding to him. “This thing is called the Cosmic Cube. Don’t underestimate this little cube. If you can control it, you can become a god! You can destroy universes with a flip of your hand, create worlds! Isn’t that awesome!” Lin Feng boasted, giving a brief introduction.
Susan gave him a strange look, then shrugged and smiled indifferently. “Heh, that does sound quite interesting. Alright, I’m going to make dinner, Wanda and the kids will be back soon!” With that, Susan kissed Lin Feng’s cheek and headed for the kitchen. Seeing her nonchalant attitude, she likely thought Lin Feng was joking. After all, the two rascals at home were constantly bickering, their interactions filled with mock battles. Susan was already familiar with their usual tactics. One called herself the “Galactus,” specializing in the “Crow Flies Over the Ocean” move. The other was the “Mechanical Overlord,” adept at the “Tornado Destruction of the Parking Lot.” She hadn’t expected Lin Feng to be influenced by the children even when he was away.
Lin Feng helplessly withdrew his gaze and continued fiddling with the cosmic cube. What he said was the truth. Controlling the Cosmic Cube allowed one to manipulate elements, bend time and space, and transcend logic. If he felt like it, he could even reconstruct an entire omniverse. However, Susan’s disbelief was understandable. For ordinary people, this was science fiction within science fiction. Lin Feng didn't mind; he hadn’t lied, so he let Susan cook while he continued to play with the cube.
Soon, darkness fell, and the villa’s lights flickered on. At this time of year, the sun set by six o’clock. The front door burst open with a bang. Martina strode in. “Sister Susan! Is dinner ready? I’m hungry!” Martina announced loudly as she walked in. Passing through the living room, her peripheral vision caught sight of Lin Feng. “Whoa! Brother Lin Feng, you’re back?” Having lived in Lin Feng’s house for a long time, Martina had lost any trace of her former apprehension. She was now completely at ease. Lin Feng grunted, looked up, and then covered his forehead, scarcely believing it was Martina before him. “What in the world are you wearing…”