Zero Point Gravity Gun Novels & Stories

​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.

It was an act of emotional violence in the middle of a void, a statement that even here, at the bottom of the world, she was his. They reached the base of the tower—the bedrock foundation where the primary power conduits were anchored. This was the basement of the Trust’s soul, a forest of thick, vibrating cables and humming transformers. Dante led her to a central terminal, his hand never leaving hers. He produced a small, silver device—a "Ghost Key" he had spent years crafting in the basalt mansion. He didn't hack the system; he spoke to it. "This is the heart of the Zero Point," Dante said, his voice cold and crystalline. "It’s what keeps the data from being corrupted by the mountain’s ma

"I wonder what will happen if we use guns without our cultivation." "Our senses had improved, so I guess it would be normal." Zachary said while pointing his gun at the tree. Meanwhile, Ezekiel and Hector were pulling their own metal further until it reaches 20 meters. Ezekiel was helping Hector and Hector will help him next. Hector wanted to test if he can shoot 2 bullets without any mistake. "Yo, I wanna pull mine as well." Sirene said and used her spirit energy to pull the metal since it's heavy. Ezekiel and Hector watched what Sirene did and were dumbfounded.

Dozens of other policemen were electrocuted, as they stiffened, becoming static targets to the soldiers. Kalen froze in fright and shock, as the high regent expertly rotated between the bullets, directly changing the momentum of the battle. The bullet barrage was a very famous, and very hard to learn divine art, as it could directly change the trajectory of a battle if it is paired with high-grader bullets. The bullets the high regent was using were of the lowest quality, as the high-grade anti-gravity bullets could make the police cars float and high-grade stun bullets could electrocute a very wide area.

Unfortunately, the cameras didn't have sound, or he would have heard what Eden was asking some security guards. Then Eden did something that half angered Malakai, but also impressed him? But mostly anger. Eden walked into Malakai's office, which he stupidly left unlocked, and went to his first drawer. It was locked. So, what did Eden do? She picked the lock with one of her earrings, and it worked too. And there it was, exactly what Eden was looking for. A gun, but not any gun. Malakai's favourite one. It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun.