Badlands Chugs Weight の小説・ストーリー

Chad growled. "That's why he had to die." Chad said cool with a slight psychotic tone to his voice. "Sounds like you don't like to lose, do you? Or, is it that you don't know HOW to lose? Either way, it's a slippery slope., maybe you should switch to decaf? You have been going full steam for thr last few weeks. Grab that beautiful piece of ass out there, and take a break. It would do you good." Jo suggested. "I don't need any distractions like that this late in the game." Chad shot back.

"With 5,000 pounds worth of force, you could punch an elephant into mush. You could even punch an armored tank straight through." Sanfrey took a deep breath and smiled. "Mr. Moore, this is just the early stage. The next six months are my explosive growth period. My strength will keep climbing. I'm confident that within a year, I can reach 8,000 pounds. With the Bloodthirst Pill, even 10,000 pounds isn't out of the question." Even Ewan couldn't help getting fired up. 10,000 pounds of force was nothing but a wild, unreachable dream for a normal human. But now, it was actually possible.

He used it as a table to clean his gun. "I'm trying to dig an irrigation trench," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead. "But the dirt is fighting back." "The dirt likes you," Damian said. "It's hugging you." He was right. Since I absorbed the earth-mass to fight the Architect, my density had stabilized at something ridiculous. I weighed about four tons. If I stood still too long, I sank. I had to constantly project a low-level gravity field just to walk without cracking the crust.

“Watch elevation. Catwalks, rafters—” The lights slam on. Blinding. White. Brutal. For half a second, the world freezes in overexposure. Then the trap snaps shut. Steel doors crash down behind Alpha with a sound like thunder, sealing them off. From every side passage, every previously quiet loading bay, men flood in—real fighters this time. Body armor. Helmets. Weapons already raised. Not reacting. Waiting. “Contact—multiple!” someone yells. Charlie is hit from three sides at once.

Moreover, it might even make their eyes sore and teary from just a glance. Caspian walked forward and took the Blazing Spear, and he quickly felt his arm sink. The Blazing Spear was 285 kilograms before that, and its weight was increased by 50%. That implied that the Blazing Spear's weight was more than 400 kilogram now without changing its size. When Caspian engraved the weight inscription on it, the weight would be doubled again!

--- My face lit up and it was as if a lightbulb shone in my head when I remembered something like this. I remember this happened in a hollywood movie that I've watch. The girl was stuck in the middle of the zipline, just like me. She was scared because if she fell from that zipline, she will die because she will fell from where the alligators lives, waiting for her to be their feast. Those whom with her could do nothing because they also did not know what to do.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Its struggles only served to force the claws in deeper, and its cries grew even more sorrowful. “Gravity Arts: 200kg Luggage” Aiden quickly activated a technique that was meant to increase his body weight to better his chances of holding on. The use of his technique was immediately seen as the Dusk Basilisk that was threatening to sweep him away with its tail suddenly ceased its actions. It trembled greatly as Aiden suddenly became someone too heavy to carry. “It’s a good thing I learned Gravity Arts.”

Binta whispered, stepping closer to the edge, her scar-faced expression slack with disbelief. Bursting upward through the neon-green clouds came a massive, jagged slab of pure, compressed iron-shale. It was the size of a chieftain’s boma, weighing countless tons, and it was flying upward against gravity, drawn entirely by the magnetic, elemental pull of Mwajuma’s will.

Patrick had gone mad, hell-bent on destroying everything to get even. I gripped the photo, my nails digging into my palm. "Ma'am?" a teammate asked warily, seeing my pale face. "What now?" The timer showed less than 30 minutes. I commanded, "Evacuate everyone within three miles. Link to military satellites and lock onto every city camera. He wants to send a gift? I'll show him how I unwrap it." ... I stood before the bomb, its red timer ticking: 29:59, 29:58...