Nick looked at the heavy briefcase with shock.
That looked REALLY heavy!
Wyntor basically had to use all his power just to lift it onto the table!
The briefcase was about 150 centimeters long and nearly half a meter wide.
Nick wasn't sure what kind of weapon was in there.
A big sword?
A club?
A rifle?
Nick slowly moved his hand forward and opened the briefcase.
The next moment, Nick's eyes widened in shock.
Five very long and thin spears!
"They're throwing spears," Wyntor said.
"Throwing spears?" Nick asked.
Wyntor nodded. "Your ability doesn't increase the Zephyx in your body from what I have seen. It only increases your physical power."
"There are guns that use the Zephyx of an Extractor as a power source, which means a stronger Extractor can unleash a stronger blast with the gun."
"However, such a weapon wouldn't take advantage of your ability. The guns use Zephyx. You use muscle."
"Since you are already set on using your arms and legs as weapons, I thought that a ranged option would be a good addition."
"These kinds of throwing spears need a lot of power to be thrown, but their power is incredible."
"The force of a projectile is made up of mass and acceleration. Guns use little mass and lots of acceleration, while your throwing spears use a lot of mass and little acceleration."
"Well, little for the standards of a gun. When you throw a spear, it will still be quite fast."
Nick grabbed one of the spears and lifted it.
It probably weighed about 30 kilos!
That was extremely heavy for a throwing spear.
However, when one took into account that Nick would soon become a Peak Newbie and his ability, the weight made a lot of sense.
As a Peak Newbie, Nick would be about five times as powerful as an average male adult, and with his ability, it would turn into 25 times.
When scaled to the power of a normal male adult, one throwing spear would only weigh a bit more than one kilo.
Throwing a spear that weighed one kilo sounded reasonable for an adult male.
Nick could definitely throw a 30-kilo spear with quite a lot of speed.
What would that even look like?
It was probably akin to the shot of a harpoon!
If a human were hit by that…
Many possibilities shot through Nick's mind when he looked at the five spears.
"I'm not very good at aiming," Nick said.
"Well, you have to learn," Wyntor answered. "Everyone needs to train with their weapons, and you're not any different."
"Naturally, I already found a teacher for you. He's ready to start and just waits for the starting signal."
"When do you want your training to be every day?" Wyntor asked.
Nick's mind blanked for a bit, and Horua's image shot through his head.
"Can that wait for now?" Nick said.
Wyntor frowned and looked at Nick. "Why?"
"I need to take care of Horua," Nick said.
"I'll just hire a second servant," Wyntor answered.
Nick became uncomfortable.
"I don't know," Nick said.
Wyntor's expression became solemn.
"How long will this continue?" Wyntor asked with a serious voice.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked.
"How long until you finally let go and just accept some help," Wyntor said.
"Yes, the boy's current condition is your responsibility, but nothing you do now can fix that. No matter what you do, you can't change the past."
Nick looked like he had just been stabbed in the chest.
"Stop trying to fix the past with actions in the present. It won't work."
"The boy's safety and health is your main concern, correct? You want him to be clean and healthy, right?"
Nick nodded.
"And are you in any way better than a servant from my family in that?" Wyntor asked.
Nick became more nervous. "It's not the same."
Wyntor snorted. "The boy can't perceive anything anyway. It doesn't matter who takes care of him as long as everything is done correctly."
"You're my Chief Zephyx Extractor, Nick. I need you to be fully focused on the business. For what I'm paying you and with the future potential of Dark Dream, I could hire a Veteran."
"Nick, I need you on board with Dark Dream. You're not just a random employee that does their time and doesn't have to think about work after that."
"You're a chief officer of this company! Your payment and value are intrinsically connected to the business' success!" Wyntor explained.
"I just want to take care of him!" Nick suddenly shouted.
Silence.
Wyntor looked at him.
"Nick, it's not like you're not going to see him again," Wyntor said calmly. "You can visit him literally any time of the day. If you want to sit beside him while he's being fed, go ahead."
"I just can't use someone whose mind is occupied with taking care of a disabled person."
Nick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
He felt like he was losing something important.
"I need some time to think about it," Nick said with a strained voice.
Wyntor frowned, but he didn't immediately answer.
"Fine," Wyntor said. "Important decisions need time to simmer."
"We'll talk again tomorrow morning. Come to my office before you work with the Dreamer."
Nick nodded before turning around.
"I think you forgot something," Wyntor said.
Nick turned back to look at Wyntor and saw him motioning to the two suitcases on the table.
"Oh, right," Nick said absentmindedly.
Nick put the weapons back into the suitcases and carried them out of Wyntor's office.
After the door closed, Wyntor released a sigh.
'Well, it could have gone better, but I managed to get my point across,' Wyntor thought.
Meanwhile, Nick just carried his two suitcases out of Dark Dream and entered the hotel on the other side of the street.
After entering his room, Nick put the two suitcases to the side, left again, and entered Horua's room.
When Nick saw Horua perfectly clean and healthy, he felt his insides shake.
Marie had taken good care of Horua while Nick was working.
Nick just silently looked at Horua for a while.