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I asked, narrowing my eyes while studying his expression, my mind buzzing with questions about the mysterious boy across from me. “Ace. Ace Groovehood,” he answered, his tone casual yet commanding. Groovehood. The name rang a bell. They owned Generosasis, which explained the air of mystery and confidence that surrounded him. “Nice to meet you. I’m Deborah Waters,” I said, extending my hand for a shake. His grip was warm and firm, a subtle strength that sent a thrill through me as he said, “I know who you are, Deborah.” Hearing my name from him felt electric, and I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly it rolled off his tongue.

Kartika and Koji slam a tavern that it’s devastated, while Varz and Herman were shoved to the sea. “Guys...” Alfi is still trying to hold them up. “Gravity is a force which attracts any masses thing and it can’t be gone. Any idea about Earth Gravity? I can manipulate the gravity field anywhere anytime as long as I am on this planet. Do you feel like being pressed and lifted at the same time? And what will happen if an object is in the middle of two gravity fields which press each other? That’s right, you’ll be squeezed that your body vanishes. (Holy shit! Who am I? A smart pants? Should I take a Magister Degree of science?) I will kill you, Alfi!” Awan exclaimed.

It brushes the petal. The deck plating beneath us groans. Wrenches upward into a sudden, miniature mountain range, pitching us sideways. Cups, tools, a stray aster plant float gently upwards, released from earthly bonds within a two-meter radius. The Gravity Concept drifts away, humming contentedly, leaving chaos in its wake.

I just shook my head, clueless. She did not push for answers, instead offering a bit of comfort, "You're looking a bit pale. Why don't you go lie down for a bit? I'll take the little one for a bath, get her settled, and before you know it, it's bedtime." I nodded tiredly and watched her carry Ruby upstairs before collapsing onto the couch. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the latest news. That was when I found out why Ruby's picture was plastered all over the mall. Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe.

In this confusion, they were covered by the law of gravity, and each one suddenly felt as heavy as a mountain. Using the law of gravity, the two of them are Demon Tyrant N4 and Demon Tyrant N5. They used Tadhg Walter to give them the sword of gravity law. Demon Tyrant N4 and Demon Tyrant N5 are extremely suitable in the melee to promote combat. They are the physical body of the law of space, in addition to the fact that they are now using gravity treasure swords, they suddenly attack in this kind of chaos. Can cause the enemy to deal the greatest damage.

Only the Life Substitution Spirit was still alive. Such a result was utterly unacceptable. "Pfft!" Alex knelt on the ground, gasping for air. His Great Gravity Spell was only at the first level. If it was only the first level, the effect on Aria would be minimal, and it would be unable to stop her at all. Hence, he looked for a way to superimpose a full thirty-six images, each casting the Great Gravity Spell. This way, when they were superimposed together, the gravity reached a terrifying value.

Darkous whined, his smile only growing with his brother fury. Atlas remained silent, his anger slowly consuming his mind. Making his actions both rash and un-coordinated. Atlas lashed out at Darkous with his long sword, his attack sloppy. Darkous laughed menacingly, as he blocked his brother’s pathetic attempts at wounding him with his katana. Darkous skilfully blocked every attack Atlas threw at him with ease; his attention drifting back to the small girl slumped on the ground, unconscious. Now why would Atlas’ youngest brat have his power of telekinesis? Surely she would have gained one of the useless abilities his brother so loved, or maybe become a manipulator of water like her big head

The energy crests, coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like the whole temple is holding its breath. Then the light explodes outward in a blinding flash. When my vision clears I am still buried inside her, still hard and throbbing, but the chamber looks different. Shadows have peeled away from the walls like old skin, revealing hidden carvings that were never visible before, symbols pulsing with the same violet as our marks. And in the center of the altar, right beneath us, a crack has opened in the stone, thin but growing, violet light pouring out of it like liquid fire.

Some of the creamy spinach soup had splattered onto the couch, wilted spinach clinging to the armrest in a slimy mess. A pang of regret hit me. This was the last meal I'd ever make for Jayden. Even tossing it would've been better than this. Now, it was smeared all over the floor, making the whole place feel gross. But Jayden wasn't done venting his anger. He grabbed the mahogany chair and slammed it into the wall. The concrete had only been applied that day, and the impact tore a chunk out. A pale hand stuck out from the crumbling wall. One look from Jayden, and he'd see my corpse stuffed inside.

a voice says, smooth and low. I jump about a foot in the air. It’s coming from somewhere — hidden speakers, maybe? I spin in a slow circle, heart racing. “Please proceed to the central island,” the voice continues. “Your work will begin shortly.” I swallow hard and step forward. The island is huge, glossy, and probably costs more than my entire education. “You will find controls embedded in the surface,” the voice says again, calm but cold. “Touch the panel on your right. That will activate the cooking modules.”