Kill the Sun
chapter-100

Nick came back less than an hour later and threw the corpse towards the Screaming Coffin.

This time, he had killed a guy who had been stalking the home of a young girl.

Nick hadn't bothered checking what the guy was doing exactly. He had just seen him creep around the home and look at the young girl through a crack in the wall while touching himself down below.

That was enough context for Nick, and he had killed him.

Killing this man felt different from all the other times in the sense that Nick actually felt something.

However, what he felt wasn't strong.

It was just that Nick's chest had tightened a bit as he did the deed.

Yet, the disgust and apathy he felt for that man outweighed the little bit of empathy he felt for him.

After Nick fed the Screaming Coffin, he walked out of the Containment Unit and checked up on the Dreamer's Containment Unit.

Based on the Zephyx inside the storage, Wyntor had probably emptied the Zephyx sometime yesterday.

Nevertheless, Nick emptied it again and put it into Wyntor's office.

While Wyntor's office was locked when he wasn't there, Nick had a spare key to it and was allowed to enter.

After putting everything away, Nick looked at the clock.

'4:27,' Nick thought. 'I still got about an hour before Wyntor arrives.'

Slowly, the dark hole inside Nick's chest seemed to intensify, and Nick became a bit nervous.

'I need something to do,' he thought as he walked away from Wyntor's office.

That was when Nick remembered his weapons.

'Right, I should get those.'

Nick left the warehouse and entered his room.

He found the two suitcases beside his bed and opened the one with his braces.

Nick furrowed his brows as he saw them.

'That's going to be annoying,' he thought as he took them out of the suitcase.

Slowly, Nick put them onto his forearms and shins.

At the moment, they were pretty easy to carry, and Nick only felt a bit of weight, but that would soon change when other people perceived him again.

After putting them on, Nick also took out three of his five throwing spears.

'Huh, there's also a belt or harness or something,' Nick realized as he looked into the suitcase.

Beneath the spears had been a mass of black belts. There was one that obviously was supposed to go around someone's waist, but there were also a couple more leading away from that one.

After experimenting a bit, Nick found out how to put the thing on.

One belt went around his waist.

One went around his middle abdomen.

One went around his middle chest.

All of these belts were connected with many smaller ones.

In total, there were three big belts, and all belts had a flap hanging from them.

Nick grabbed one of the spears and dropped it into one of the flaps.

It easily slid through and also went through the second flap.

When it touched the flap of the lowest belt, it was halted.

At the same time, the other flaps also began to take hold.

One had to remember that throwing spears didn't look like normal spears.

Normal spears had a big and long head on the end of a flexible and long hilt, which ended with either another tiny blade or something flat.

Throwing spears, on the other hand, didn't have big and noticeable heads.

Instead, the hilt curved and narrowed until only a thin point was left.

The other side of the throwing spear was just flat.

Just to test it, Nick put all five spears into the harness.

In the end, all five of Nick's spears were held on his back.

They slightly extended from a bit below his waist to a bit over his head.

After putting them all in, Nick could feel a bit of weight on his back.

He moved his right arm over his right shoulder and grabbed the right-most spear.

When he pulled, the spear comfortably and easily slid out of the harness.

Nick held the spear a bit in his hands and moved it around a bit.

The weight felt nice.

'That should give me something to do,' he thought.

Nick grabbed another spear and pulled that one out as well.

After putting those two spears back into the suitcase, Nick left his room.

He now wore his braces and carried three of his five throwing spears.

In total, Nick now carried around 170kg of extra weight.

It was still okay when no person perceived him, but as soon as Nick entered the lobby of the hotel and saw one of the clerks look over, he had to take a deep breath.

Walking suddenly became very difficult.

Standing was still okay, but Nick could feel his back straining quite a bit.

'I overestimated my strength,' Nick thought as he slowly turned around to walk up the stairs again.

The clerk just looked at the retreating Nick with confusion.

When he reached his room, Nick put two more of the throwing spears away, only carrying one with him.

That reduced his extra weight to "only" 110 kg.

That was still very heavy, but Nick could at least walk around.

Without his ability active, the extra weight on Nick's body was about equivalent to an average adult male carrying 30kg of stuff on his body.

It was definitely quite heavy, but walking around was still feasible.

'I have to get used to this anyway,' Nick thought as he slowly walked out of the hotel.

Without noticing, Nick hadn't thought about his problems for over ten minutes by now.

It seemed like distracting himself worked.

Well, until Nick arrived in the warehouse again and realized that he had to wait nearly an hour more.

Nick became fidgety as the silence returned.

'Might as well start,' Nick thought, annoyed with this constant black hole in his chest.

So, Nick pulled up his arms, assumed a makeshift fighting stance, and started to punch and kick the air.

He wanted to get a feel for his new weapons.