Nick wasn't used to the extra weight on his legs and arms, but he was slowly getting used to it.
Since nobody could see Nick right now, Nick's speed was incredibly fast, considering that he was wearing 20kg on every limb.
The tal was incredibly durable, which was why it weighed that much.
Its density was no joke.
Nick continued punching and kicking the air for a while, and slowly, his movents changed.
Nick had been quite apathetic when he had just started, but the more he actually attacked, the angrier he got.
After a couple of minutes, his attacks actually got quite aggressive, and he even started to breathe heavily.
Originally, Nick just wanted to waste a bit of ti until Wyntor arrived, but now, he actually wanted to see how strong his attacks could get.
'I wish there was sothing I could hit!'
'I haven't been able to punch or kick sothing with my full power for quite so ti.'
Frustration joined Nick's anger when he realized that there was nothing he could punch.
Sure, he could probably punch the Drear's Containnt Unit, but there were two issues with that.
First, even though the blades on Nick's wrist were very durable, stabbing them into sothing as unrelenting as a level two Containnt Unit might actually dull them.
Sothing 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.
The other problem was the Drear itself.
While the Drear was a prisoner, it was still important that it was treated with a certain amount of respect.
Not because it deserved it but because working with a cooperative party was far easier than working with an annoyed or uncooperative one.
If Nick kept banging on the Drear's Containnt Unit, it might decide to be less cooperative from now on.
As for the walls of the warehouse…
Nick looked at the stainless steel the warehouse was made out of.
Steel was great and very hard, but if Nick punched it with his power and sothing as durable as his weapons, it would still break or dent.
Sadly, Nick could only punch and kick the air for now.
"Whoa!" Nick shouted as he lost control of his arms.
The force behind his attack was so strong that he was pulled along with it, landing on the ground and sliding for a bit.
When Nick stopped, he slowly lifted his arm, but moving his arm felt much more difficult.
It was like the weights on his arms had multiplied.
Naturally, Nick knew what that ant.
He turned to the door of the warehouse.
Since his ability had just deactivated, it ant that soone had to be watching him right now.
Yet, surprisingly, there was nothing near the entrance of the warehouse.
Nick furrowed his brows and looked around.
He couldn't see anyone.
That was when Nick's ability reactivated.
Nick knew what that ant.
'Sothing has been watching just now, but they retreated,' Nick thought as he looked around.
'My ability has been deactivated for nearly ten seconds. If any of the Specters heard , it would have reactivated way earlier since pinpointing soone's location is only montary if done by sound.'
'This ans they have been seeing .'
Nick narrowed his eyes as he kept thinking about whoever had been watching him.
Whoever it was, they weren't here with nice intentions.
'I have to tell Wyntor later,' Nick thought as he started to punch the air again.
Nick didn't want to seem like he had noticed sothing.
Yes, he had just looked around like he was searching for sothing, but this could have been for any reason.
Maybe Nick had been up to no good and had been looking around to make sure that nobody was watching him?
A couple of minutes later, Nick's ability deactivated again, but this ti, Nick had been careful that he didn't use too much power.
Because of that, Nick didn't fall over, and his punch transford into a slow and awkward movent of his hands.
Of course, Nick acted like it was supposed to be this way.
The good part about Nick's ability was that nobody could see his true power.
They always only saw him awkwardly shuffling around with his heavy weapons or falling over.
Nick just kept slowly punching around, not looking around a lot.
He was acting like he thought he was alone.
'Sure enough, my ability is still deactivated,' Nick thought after 30 seconds had passed.
This confird it.
Soone was looking at Nick at this mont.
After another couple of seconds, Nick bent forward and put his heavy arms on his knees while breathing heavily in exhaustion.
Nick could keep going, but he acted like he couldn't.
For the next couple of seconds, Nick's eyes rapidly darted around the floor of the warehouse.
Ironically enough, Nick wasn't searching for the watcher.
After breathing heavily for ten seconds, Nick's guess was confird.
'By lowering my head in exhaustion and looking around, my stalker would have imdiately retreated if they were looking at from below the floor. They would be afraid of accidentally spotting them.'
'But since my ability is still active, it ans that they don't feel threatened by what I am currently looking at, which is the floor.'
'Therefore, they are not below the floor.'
A bit later, Nick righted himself and stretched his back in relaxation, looking up.
As soon as Nick showed an inkling of stretching and looking up, his ability imdiately deactivated.
'On the roof, maybe?' Nick thought. 'Although, it could also be sowhere in here.'
After that, Nick walked around and looked at the consoles of the Containnt Units.
Ten minutes later, his ability deactivated again, and Nick narrowed his eyes.
"You're early."
Nick's expression relaxed when he heard Wyntor's voice coming from the entrance of the warehouse.
After slowly turning around, Nick looked at the central clock.
5:37 a.m.
Wyntor looked at Nick with a raised eyebrow.
Yet again, Nick was acting unusual.
Yesterday, he seed very insecure, and now, he seed quite cold and serious.
"We need to talk," Nick said.
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