Kill the Sun

Chapter 101 Chapter 101 – Perception

The metal 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 movements 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 time until Wyntor arrived, but now, he actually wanted to see how strong his attacks could get.

\'I wish there was something I could hit!\'

\'I haven\'t been able to punch or kick something with my full power for quite some time.\'

Frustration joined Nick\'s anger when he realized that there was nothing he could punch.

Sure, he could probably punch the Dreamer\'s Containment Unit, but there were two issues with that.

First, 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.

Something 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 Dreamer itself.

While the Dreamer 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 Dreamer\'s Containment 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 something 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 meant.

He turned to the door of the warehouse.

Since his ability had just deactivated, it meant that someone 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 meant.

\'Something has been watching me 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 me, it would have reactivated way earlier since pinpointing someone\'s location is only momentary if done by sound.\'

\'This means they have been seeing me.\'

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 something.

Yes, he had just looked around like he was searching for something, 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 time, Nick had been careful that he didn\'t use too much power.

Because of that, Nick didn\'t fall over, and his punch transformed into a slow and awkward movement 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 confirmed it.

Someone was looking at Nick at this moment.

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 confirmed.

\'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.\'

\'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.\'

\'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 immediately deactivated.

\'On the roof, maybe?\' Nick thought. \'Although, it could also be somewhere in here.\'

After that, Nick walked around and looked at the consoles of the Containment 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 seemed very insecure, and now, he seemed quite cold and serious.

"We need to talk," Nick said.