Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

His veins are popping in his temple and his gripping tightly in his fists because of anger. "Well, that's your problem! You wanna kill me!? Then get me! Losers!!" Zaykee yelled back and stuck out his tongue, teasing them more. "Damn brat!" General Yosh yelled also. Zaykee put his gravity manipulation in his body so that he could lighten the normal gravity that pulls him down on the ground. This will allow him or make him look like he can increase his agility in just seconds. Zaykee activated his gravity manipulation in his body and advanced in between the two generals.

Without breaking stride, Zayden unholstered his custom matte-black Desert Eagle. BANG! BANG! BANG! Three precise shots. Three shooters on the upper scaffolding dropped dead, crashing forty feet down onto the metal crates. Zayden ducked beneath a shotgun blast, drove his elbow into a mercenary’s jaw—shattering the bone to powder—snatched the fallen combat knife mid-air, and plunged the six-inch blade straight through another attacker’s jugular. Blood sprayed across the side of a shipping container, but not a single drop touched the pristine fabric of Zayden's lapels.

The only difference between the two is Promethians have nerve cords that stick out of the back of their heads going to their hips For his weapon, Clayton uses a modified Magnus 12-inch barrel – a Type 1 Gatling gun code-named as the “Trencher”. This firearm could fire over 2400 rounds per second and uses a 90mm Pandemonium-class caliber round – an impact-based high explosive round. This gun can create trenches on its own compared to all of its counterparts. This new type can destroy a bunker by firing just a quarter of its magazine in contrast to anti-air batteries used against tanks that look like a windup toy.

"Oh, that won't help." Zamonte spoke before the tickle in Ravyn's arm returned and spread all over her. She felt strangely relaxed and felt the gun heavier in her hand. *bang* *bang* Ravyn tried to focus on firing Drive Ammo at Zamonte in order to intimidate him. But it turns out that the two hands supporting the gun didn't have enough strength to weigh it and fire simultaneously. The compressed air, when fired, points to the ground and pushes Ravyn back, knocking her down. Before Ravyn hit the ground, Zamonte's arms had already supported her.

she whispered. Amy froze. Ellie’s hand slid into Amy’s coat, found the gun at her waist, cocked it with trained precision and raised it. One shot, the crack of it shattered through the club like thunder. The man behind Amy screamed, blood exploded from his shoulder and he dropped the weapon. Amy spun around, eyes wide the man was on the ground, writhing, screaming, arm mangled. Amy didn’t hesitate, she stepped forward, fired one clean shot into his hand—shattering bone, the gun went flying. Silence in the club, absolute silence.

Siete states and grabs one of the guns to demonstrate. He raised the gun aiming toward a metal panel and with one pull of the trigger, the weapon blasted a flash of blue-white light that pierced a perfect smoking hole in the steel. It didn’t make any prominent loud noise except from the low thrum but the destruction power of the weapon was formidable. I took the gun from Siete and weighed it in my hands. I can’t help but smirk in disbelief. Ever the same powerhouse as they have been. I’m half-impressed and angered about the gap between us.

​I didn’t reach the pits in time to stop the horror. I was intercepted in the central hub by a elite squad of Aegis “Nullifiers”—humans in heavy, pressurized white suits designed to withstand absolute zero temperatures. They carried liquid-nitrogen sprayers and high-frequency sonic cannons that disrupted the air around them, making it nearly impossible for me to form the ice shields I usually relied on for defense. They moved in a tactical diamond formation, closing in on me with the cold efficiency of professional hunters.

So I gave the gun something to choke on. I didn't throw the vial. I opened the celestial conduit in my right arm to maximum capacity. The blinding silver light flared, illuminating the dark, fog-choked canyon. I applied a localized, massive anti-gravity field directly to the glass vial, pointing it perfectly straight at the massive, glowing opening of the cannon’s barrel. "Fall up," I whispered. I released the vial. Because of the celestial anti-gravity, the vial didn't drop. It shot horizontally across the canyon at supersonic speed, pulled violently into the open mouth of the Crimson Engine exactly as the massive, invisible gravity wave was firing out.

They were designated by their functions: Compression, Friction, Velocity, Torque, and Mass. "How do we check something that weighs a billion tons?" Zane asked, his obsidian skin straining under the atmospheric pressure. "We don't hit the body," Elara said, her golden stick humming with the residual energy of the Singularity Shot. "We hit the Logic-Loop. Everything that big has a center of gravity. We find the pivot, and we tip the world." The Ferro-Fluid Face-Off The puck was a sphere of ultra-dense neutronium, dropped from the upper atmosphere. It didn't fall; it tore through the air, creating a sonic boom that shook the very foundation of the Engine.

[The Zero Point Entry] The transition from the basalt sanctuary to the heart of the Zero Point was not a journey across distance, but a descent through layers of institutional cold. The Zero Point was the Trust’s original nervous system—a brutalist spire of reinforced concrete and obsidian glass buried into the bedrock of the Swiss Alps. It did not hum; it throbbed with the silent, pressurized weight of data and blood. The air here was recycled to the point of sterility, smelling of nothing but chilled metal and the dry, paper-scent of a thousand-year plan.