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nNick wasn’t used to the extra weight on his legs and arms, but he was slowly getting used to it.

nSince nobody could see Nick right now, Nick’s speed was incredibly fast, considering that he was wearing 20kg on every limb.

nThe metal was incredibly durable, which was why it weighed that much.

nIts density was no joke.

nNick continued punching and kicking the air for a while, and slowly, his movements changed.

nNick had been quite apathetic when he had just started, but the more he actually attacked, the angrier he got.

nAfter a couple of minutes, his attacks actually got quite aggressive, and he even started to breathe heavily.

nOriginally, Nick just wanted to waste a bit of time until Wyntor arrived, but now, he actually wanted to see how strong his attacks could get.

n‘I wish there was something I could hit!’

n‘I haven’t been able to punch or kick something with my full power for quite some time.’

nFrustration joined Nick’s anger when he realized that there was nothing he could punch.

nSure, he could probably punch the Dreamer’s Containment Unit, but there were two issues with that.

nFirst, even though the blades on Nick’s wrist were very durable, stabbing them into something as unrelenting as a level two Containment Unit might actually dull them.

nSomething like this wasn’t a concern for the back of the blades or the braces on Nick’s shins, but a blade was way more fragile near its edges.

nThe other problem was the Dreamer itself.

nWhile the Dreamer was a prisoner, it was still important that it was treated with a certain amount of respect.

nNot because it deserved it but because working with a cooperative party was far easier than working with an annoyed or uncooperative one.

nIf Nick kept banging on the Dreamer’s Containment Unit, it might decide to be less cooperative from now on.

nAs for the walls of the warehouse…

nNick looked at the stainless steel the warehouse was made out of.

nSteel was great and very hard, but if Nick punched it with his power and something as durable as his weapons, it would still break or dent.

nSadly, Nick could only punch and kick the air for now.

n“Whoa!” Nick shouted as he lost control of his arms.

nThe force behind his attack was so strong that he was pulled along with it, landing on the ground and sliding for a bit.

nWhen Nick stopped, he slowly lifted his arm, but moving his arm felt much more difficult.

nIt was like the weights on his arms had multiplied.

nNaturally, Nick knew what that meant.

nHe turned to the door of the warehouse.

nSince his ability had just deactivated, it meant that someone had to be watching him right now.

nYet, surprisingly, there was nothing near the entrance of the warehouse.

nNick furrowed his brows and looked around.

nHe couldn’t see anyone.

nThat was when Nick’s ability reactivated.

nNick knew what that meant.

n‘Something has been watching me just now, but they retreated,’ Nick thought as he looked around.

n‘My ability has been deactivated for nearly ten seconds. If any of the Specters heard me, it would have reactivated way earlier since pinpointing someone’s location is only momentary if done by sound.’

n‘This means they have been seeing me.’

nNick narrowed his eyes as he kept thinking about whoever had been watching him.

nWhoever it was, they weren’t here with nice intentions.

n‘I have to tell Wyntor later,’ Nick thought as he started to punch the air again.

nNick didn’t want to seem like he had noticed something.

nYes, he had just looked around like he was searching for something, but this could have been for any reason. 𝙡𝙞𝒓𝙚𝓪𝙙.𝒄𝓸𝓶

nMaybe Nick had been up to no good and had been looking around to make sure that nobody was watching him?

nA couple of minutes later, Nick’s ability deactivated again, but this time, Nick had been careful that he didn’t use too much power.

nBecause of that, Nick didn’t fall over, and his punch transformed into a slow and awkward movement of his hands.

nOf course, Nick acted like it was supposed to be this way.

nThe good part about Nick’s ability was that nobody could see his true power.

nThey always only saw him awkwardly shuffling around with his heavy weapons or falling over.

nNick just kept slowly punching around, not looking around a lot.

nHe was acting like he thought he was alone.

n‘Sure enough, my ability is still deactivated,’ Nick thought after 30 seconds had passed.

nThis confirmed it.

nSomeone was looking at Nick at this moment.

nAfter another couple of seconds, Nick bent forward and put his heavy arms on his knees while breathing heavily in exhaustion.

nNick could keep going, but he acted like he couldn’t.

nFor the next couple of seconds, Nick’s eyes rapidly darted around the floor of the warehouse.

nIronically enough, Nick wasn’t searching for the watcher.

nAfter breathing heavily for ten seconds, Nick’s guess was confirmed.

n‘By lowering my head in exhaustion and looking around, my stalker would have immediately retreated if they were looking at me from below the floor. They would be afraid of me accidentally spotting them.’

n‘But since my ability is still active, it means that they don’t feel threatened by what I am currently looking at, which is the floor.’

n‘Therefore, they are not below the floor.’

nA bit later, Nick righted himself and stretched his back in relaxation, looking up.

nAs soon as Nick showed an inkling of stretching and looking up, his ability immediately deactivated.

n‘On the roof, maybe?’ Nick thought. ‘Although, it could also be somewhere in here.’

nAfter that, Nick walked around and looked at the consoles of the Containment Units.

nTen minutes later, his ability deactivated again, and Nick narrowed his eyes.

n“You’re early.”

nNick’s expression relaxed when he heard Wyntor’s voice coming from the entrance of the warehouse.

nAfter slowly turning around, Nick looked at the central clock.

n5:37 a.m.

nWyntor looked at Nick with a raised eyebrow.

nYet again, Nick was acting unusual.

nYesterday, he seemed very insecure, and now, he seemed quite cold and serious.

n“We need to talk,” Nick said.

nThis content is taken from 𝑙𝘳𝒶𝒹.𝑐𝘰𝓂

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