Tatehan smiled, and then his mind imdiately started racing through possibilities.
How useful could this ability actually be? What were the real-world applications? How would it change the way he fought?
He started speculating, running through combat scenarios in his head like a tactical simulator.
You know, he found pleasure in doing this. In running scenarios in his mind. With his enhanced brain, he could do a lot more with running scenarios than he could do on Earth.
As Gavin, it wasn’t as Vivid and imnse as this. Now it was more vivid and satisfying.
Imagine facing a heavily armored enemy. Soone in full combat plating, the kind that could shrug off normal attacks without even flinching. Normally, Tatehan would have to get creative, use his gravity manipulation to immobilize them, find weak points in the armor, wear them down with precision strikes... blah blah blah, all those stuffs.
But now? He could just throw a chakram with Force Multiplication active and watch it punch straight through the armor like it was made of tin foil. One throw. One kill. No need for clever tactics or prolonged engagents.
And the crazy part was that his chakrams could kill a damn lot with his normal throw. But that was slicing... With this Force multiplication? He’d be able to thrust his enemies and not just slice them!
Or imagine fighting multiple enemies at once. A squad of soldiers closing in from all sides. Normally, he’d be at a disadvantage: outnumbered, surrounded, forced to rely on evasion and selective strikes to avoid getting overwheld.
But with Force Multiplication? He could throw a single chakram with tripled force and watch it tear through the first enemy, continue through the second, and possibly (maybe) even hit a third. One throw, multiple casualties. The kind of devastating attack that would scatter enemy formations and buy him the breathing room he needed.
And it wasn’t just about killing power.
The enhanced range and accuracy were huge too. With three tis the force, his throws would travel farther, faster, with less drop-off over distance. He could hit targets that were previously out of range. He could strike from positions that enemies wouldn’t expect, turning every elevated surface or piece of cover into a deadly sniper’s nest.
Tatehan thought about the ch they’d fought earlier that day. The massive war machine that had torn through the city with impunity. If he’d had Force Multiplication then, he could have thrown a chakram at the cockpit with doubled force and cracked the reinforced do in one shot. No need for the elaborate plan with Torvan and the Thrust Anchor. Just one perfectly placed throw and the pilot would be dead.
How cool would that be?
And then there were the improvised weapons. That was where things got really interesting.
Tatehan imagined being in a situation where he’d lost his chakrams, or run out of ammunition for his Devastator Hand Cannon, or just needed sothing right now with no ti to summon weapons from his inventory.
With Force Multiplication, he could pick up literally anything and turn it into a lethal projectile.
A rock from the ground? Throw it with doubled force and it becos a bullet, capable of punching through flesh and bone.
A piece of scrap tal from a destroyed vehicle? Becos a makeshift throwing knife with enough power to embed itself in armor.
A chunk of concrete from a crumbling building? Becos artillery, hitting with enough force to crater walls and shatter bones.
Hell, even sothing as small as a coin would beco dangerous. Flick it with Force Multiplication active and it would fly like a bullet, small enough to slip through gaps in armor and cause internal damage.
The tactical flexibility was insane.
Tatehan could adapt to any situation, any environnt and any enemy composition. Running low on weapons? No problem. Surrounded by debris? Perfect. Fighting in an urban environnt? Every piece of rubble becos ammunition.
And the synergy with his other abilities...
Tatehan’s mind lit up as he considered the combinations.
Use Gravity Manipulation to make an object heavier before throwing it. Then activate Force Multiplication. The combined effect would be devastating. A boulder made ten tis heavier, thrown with twice the force—that would hit like a teor strike. It would obliterate anything it touched.
Or use Heightened Perception to enter that slow-motion state where he could see every detail of the battlefield with perfect clarity. Calculate trajectories, identify weak points and predict enemy movents. Then throw with Force Multiplication at exactly the right mont, with perfect precision.
Or combine it with his kinetic absorption armor. Store energy from enemy attacks, then release it into a throw while Force Multiplication was active. The chakram would launch with doubled kinetic force plus the stored energy from the armor. Double amplification. The impact would be catastrophic.
Tatehan’s smile widened as he imagined the possibilities spinning out endlessly, each one more exciting than the last.
This ability was a ga-changer. Absolutely a ga-changer.
Four uses per day ant he had to be strategic. It ant he had to choose his monts carefully. But that was fine. He liked having trump cards. He liked knowing he had sothing devastating held in reserve for when things got really bad.
And when he leveled it up? When it reached Level 5 and the multiplier increased to 5x? Or Level 10 with six daily uses? Or Level 15 when he could apply it to lee strikes?
Tatehan could barely imagine how powerful he’d beco.
But then his thoughts shifted, pulling back from the tactical daydreams and focusing on what had just happened.
The system.
The choice it had given him.
Tatehan thought about it carefully, replaying the sequence of events in his mind.
The system had shown him six options. Six solid, guaranteed upgrades to his existing abilities. Each one useful, each one safe and each one a clear, asurable improvent.
And then, right when he was about to make his decision, it had interrupted him.
[Or...]
That single word. That one-syllable interruption that had changed everything.
It had offered him the Blind Chase. A gamble. A fifty-fifty chance at getting sothing completely random, potentially useless, with no guarantees and no safety net.
Why had it done that?
An option so fucked up, so risky, so insane that no normal, rational human being would dare choose it.
But was Tatehan a normal, rational human being?
No. Apparently not.
He’d chosen the insane option. The risky one. The one that could have backfired spectacularly and left him with nothing.
And the system had rewarded him for it.
For taking a risk as imnse as this, you have been granted an ability.
Tatehan understood now. The system hadn’t been offering him a gamble. It had been offering him a test. A way to see if he had the courage, the audacity, the sheer balls to embrace uncertainty and risk when it mattered.
And he’d passed.
Either way, it had worked. And it was absolutely worth it.
Tatehan lay back on his bed, his smile fading into sothing quieter and more satisfied. His eyes drifted closed, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
Tomorrow, he had a eting to prepare for. A summit with four city leaders. A chance to convince them to work together against the Obscuron.
And now, he had a new ability.
Sothing no one would expect. Sothing devastating!
He couldn’t wait to use it.
"I Gain insane and unique abilities on Mars!" He muttered.
With that excitent, Tatehan let himself drift off to sleep.
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