Unable To Weight Bare Novels & Stories

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.”

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Two hundred and twenty-five pounds. That was the number. It was heavy enough to hurt, but light enough that I could make it look easy. And that was the whole point, wasn't it? Making the impossible look effortless. I lowered the bar to my chest, feeling the familiar burn tear through my pecs, controlled the pause for exactly one second, and then pressed it back up. One. Two. Three. "Easy money, Bennett!" someone shouted from the squat racks.

“Are you sure, Nyla? That’s a thousand pounds less than last time.” “Nyla lifted 1,500 pounds?” Eason all but yelled. “Well, that was my starting weight,” Nyla clarified. “I think I got up to 2,000 pounds. Right, Doctor?” Dr. Bunder checked her holopad. “That’s correct.” Eason stared at Nyla in awe. “Wow.” “So are you sure that’s where you want to start?” the doctor double-checked “Yes.” “Okay.” She adjusted the settings for the barbell on the holopad. Nyla knew that the molecules in the weights were being manipulated so they would weigh the agreed-upon weight. “Ready when you are.”

"Why?" "Because this isn't really the job it was designed for. It's a line-thrower but it's intended to be fired horizontally; for sea rescue and similar. I have to get it up and over one of those brackets so the line will catch. Then we can follow on with a rope to take real weight. This stuff's good to one-twenty pounds. Not enough to take me and certainly not enough for you." "Why just one of the brackets? Why not aim to straddle two or more if you can, then there's more than a single support if one of them fails?"

“Quality over quantity.” Next, the parallel bars. Mara and Nikolai helped Tiana stand, their hands under her arms, supporting her weight. She gripped the bars, legs shaking. Left foot limp, toes down. Mara strapped the AFO brace: rigid plastic along shin and under foot, holding the ankle at 90 degrees. “Weight shift first,” Mara said. “No steps. Rock side to side.” Tiana leaned right, right leg held. The left leg was brace supported, but weak. She shifted, hips burning, core tight. Sweat dripped after thirty seconds.

Usually, I can’t even lift it off the rack without my arms violently shaking. I take a deep breath, my fingers gripping the freezing, knurled steel. I push. The bar rises effortlessly. It's too light. Frustrated, I slide off the bench, grab two 35-pound plates, and shove them onto the ends of the bar. One hundred and fifteen pounds. More than I weighed a week ago.

This prompted Wang Xu to take a quick glance at the other dumbbells for a moment, where he figured that this abnormality was shared. Wang Xu thought it over in his mind for a moment, wondering if the training center's employees had done this intentionally, only to shrug a second later at the thought. Shaking his head free of those thoughts, Wang Xu lifted the dumbbell like it was a 15kg weight and did some simple reps. After repeating roughly two sets of twenty reps for each arm, Wang Xu stretched out his arms a bit as he went over to the barbells. Like with the dumbbells from earlier, Wang Xu could feel that the weight of the barbell equipment wasn't the same as the label once more.

He liked to challenge and deal with difficulties. When he had climbed up 150 meters, the weight he bore reached 150,000 kilograms, which was the limit of Chu Xun's current strength. His bones were groaning, and his whole body was shining with golden light. Every step he took made a deep footprint, and blue veins stood out on his neck and forehead. He looked a little ferocious.

It would mean that the bag would come with a lot of its own problems. Then there was the part where the bag from the weight written on the product weighed a ton for people with back problems, but then there was an option of trolling your bag, but why would I have a small bag that I could not hang on my shoulders or wear and jog wherever I wanted to go. An empty bag weighing that much was a no go. I already knew that she would be disqualified because of that weight problem. The tech features like I thought earlier were nice, but it wasn’t going to work due to the other factors around it.