Chapter 896: Continuous training Chapter 896: Continuous training Alpha City A contemplative silence fell over the group as they processed the grim reality of Zack Lockwood’s potential demise.
Simon, however, seemed to be wrestling with a thought.
Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.
“There might be a way to confirm whether he’s alive or not,” he began, his voice low and deliberate.
Intrigue sparked in the eyes of his companions, and they leaned in, eager to hear his plan.
“We can return to Delta City,” Simon continued.
“The guards stationed at the teleportation platform might have seen or heard something that could confirm Zack’s fate.” A collective nod indicated understanding.
Their mission in Alpha City was paramount, but verifying Zack’s status was a pressing concern that couldn’t be ignored.
With renewed determination, the group prepared to dive back into the heart of their mission.
Once their task in Alpha City was complete, they would return to Delta City to seek answers.
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From the MC’s Perspective: As the sun began its descent, casting the world in hues of orange and purple, I emerged from the confines of the puppet training chamber.
My body ached with a familiar, satisfying soreness.
Hours of intense practice had been dedicated to mastering the intricacies of lightning techniques, a necessary step to fully harness my newfound power.
It was a daunting task, one that would undoubtedly require days, perhaps even weeks, to perfect.
Returning to my room, I sought solace in the warmth of a long bath.
The hot water soothed my weary muscles, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relax.
Wrapped in a soft robe, I sank into the comfort of the sofa, my attention drawn to the flickering screen of my device.
A world of information lay at my fingertips, and I delved into the endless stream of news articles.
Thirty minutes passed in a blur of scrolling and skimming.
Headline after headline, yet nothing out of the ordinary.
No mention of any disturbances, no signs of impending danger.
A pang of disappointment washed over me.
Teacher was nowhere to be found.
If he had returned, surely Jonathan would have contacted me by now.
Shaking my head to clear the unwelcome thoughts, I reminded myself of the path ahead.
Mastering my techniques and breaking through the physique barrier were the immediate priorities.
The Following Day The morning sun painted the room in warm hues as I completed my routine.
A sense of purpose filled me as I stepped out and made my way towards the Gravity Training Chamber.
The heavy door slid shut behind me, isolating me from the world.
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Approaching the central console, I initiated the training program.
With a deep breath, I ascended the platform and assumed a cross-legged posture.
The chamber rumbled to life, a low hum filling the air.
Initially, the increased gravity was barely perceptible, a gentle push against my body.
It was as if the world had grown slightly heavier, a subtle challenge to be overcome.
However, this initial ease was deceptive.
Gradually, the pressure intensified, transforming the comfortable into the uncomfortable.
My muscles tensed, resisting the invisible force that sought to crush me.
Yet, I persevered.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations within my body.
The subtle shifts and adjustments required to counteract the growing pressure were a form of meditation.
Each fiber of my being was engaged in a silent battle against the relentless gravity.
As time wore on, the pressure reached a critical point.
My muscles throbbed, and my skin felt as if it were being stretched to its limits.
A tingling sensation spread through my body as the gravity chamber entered the fifth stage.
This was a level of pressure typically endured by Super Elite Warriors.
I gritted my teeth, determined to push my limits further.
Meanwhile The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Simon and his team emerged from their temporary lodgings.
Their mission in Alpha City had been a success, but their minds remained preoccupied with the fate of their missing comrade, Zack Lockwood.
The urgency to confirm his demise was palpable, and they were determined to resolve the matter as swiftly as possible.
“Simon, what do we do if he’s alive?” The question hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the grim possibility.
The speaker’s voice was laced with uncertainty.
Simon’s response was swift and chilling.
His eyes, usually filled with a calm determination, hardened into glacial pools.
His gaze swept across the group, meeting each member’s eyes.
He saw the unspoken question in their minds, the fear that dared not speak its name.
A moment of tense silence passed before the group averted their gaze, their unspoken agreement to bury their doubts.
With a curt nod, Simon turned and began to walk.
The team followed in silent compliance, their footsteps echoing in the morning stillness.
The journey to the teleportation platform was brief, but it felt like an eternity.
The guards stationed there cast indifferent glances at the group before returning to their monotonous routine.
Without hesitation, the team stepped onto the platform and initiated the teleportation process.
A blinding light enveloped them, and in an instant, they were transported to the bustling metropolis of Delta City, their quest for answers about to begin.
Two guards materialized before them, their figures etched against the backdrop of the teleportation platform.
The men were familiar faces, their weathered features bearing the marks of countless encounters with warriors from all walks of life.
Yet, amidst the blur of ordinary faces, Simon’s stood out, a beacon of recognition.
“Simon, is it?
What brings you here?” one guard greeted, a hint of surprise in his voice.
The other guard’s eyes scanned the group, his query unspoken but clear: another mission?
Simon nodded, his expression a mask of controlled composure.
“Indeed, there is a mission.
But before we proceed, I have a query.” He gestured for the group to step away from the platform, a silent request for privacy.
The guards exchanged a curious glance before following.
“What is it?” one of them asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
Simon’s voice was steady, but his eyes held a growing intensity.
“I need information about Zack Lockwood.
When was the last time he was here?” The guards exchanged another look, this time tinged with gravity.
Zack Lockwood was a name that carried weight, a reminder of the dangerous world they inhabited.
“Probably a day ago,” one of them replied, his tone confirming Simon’s worst fears.
“He returned to headquarters after completing a mission.” Simon’s world seemed to tilt on its axis.
Disbelief and a cold fury ignited within him.
The fear that had haunted their minds had materialized into a chilling reality.
His team members, standing behind him, felt the tremors of his despair.
Their worst nightmare had become a stark, unforgiving truth.
“Impossible!” The words hung heavy in the air, a stark denial of the reality they now faced.
One of the team members, his voice trembling with disbelief, echoed the sentiment of them all.
The news of Zack Lockwood’s survival was akin to a death sentence.
Their identities were known to him, a ticking time bomb of exposure.
It was only a matter of time before they were hunted down and brought to justice.
A cold dread settled over the group as they realized the perilous situation they were in.
“Let’s go back,” Simon ordered, his voice firm, cutting through the chaos of their minds.
There was no safety in Delta City, not with Zack Lockwood alive and potentially seeking revenge.
They turned and strode towards the teleportation platform, their steps filled with a sense of urgency.
Fear was etched on their faces, a stark contrast to their usual composed exteriors.
The guards watched the group’s abrupt departure with growing confusion.
There was an undercurrent of panic in their demeanor that was impossible to ignore.
Had they misheard the conversation?
The guards exchanged puzzled glances, their minds racing to find a plausible explanation.
With a final, desperate glance at the guards, Simon and his team stepped onto the platform and initiated the teleportation sequence.
A blinding flash of light engulfed them, and in an instant, they were gone, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions.
A sense of unease settled over the two guards as they watched Simon and his group vanish into the teleportation portal.
Something about their demeanor, their urgency, had struck a discordant note.
“We should inform Sir Jonathan about this,” one guard suggested, his voice low and filled with concern.
The other guard nodded in agreement.
Their familiarity with Simon did not blind them to the unusual circumstances.
The mention of Zack Lockwood’s name, in particular, had piqued their interest.
It was an unusual inquiry, one that demanded further investigation.
Without hesitation, one of the guards activated a communication device and sent a message to Jonathan.
The message was brief but urgent, outlining the strange behavior of Simon and his group, and the mention of Zack Lockwood.
As they waited for a response, a growing sense of anticipation filled the air.
Something was amiss, and they were determined to uncover the truth.
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