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The person who entered the room was a young man who appeared somewhat dim-witted, dressed entirely in Black Armor. After a long pause, he blankly responded with a single word: "Report."
The two others immediately cast him displeased looks; if this was a delay, it was certainly an overly slow reaction.
Indeed, the Black Armored Troop recruited unusual individuals. This particular Brother was Aran, possessing an Ability known as Slowed Down. This skill rendered him practically useless in everyday situations, as no one could tell if Aran's reflexes were inherently sluggish. Not only did it make him slow, but he could also dull the reactions of his surroundings.
His ability was not always consistent; it varied between moments of effectiveness and periods of decline. He had never been quick to react; even at his best, he was merely a beat behind.
"Why do you still look so clueless? You should knock before entering! Haven't you heard that enough times?" snapped the easily irritable young man.
"Alright, alright, stop blaming him. This has happened before; it's not something he can control," another person quickly defended him. Aran was particularly sensitive and easily moved; as long as someone offered him enough encouragement from behind, he would willingly exert himself for them.
"You need to head to this position immediately and intercept the intruder over there. His reactions are different from yours; do your best to delay him. Understand? You should be able to hold him off until others arrive for support. It should be doable within such a short time," said a cheerful middle-aged man, mustering his courage to address Aran.
"Yes, I will ensure the mission is completed."
This time, Aran's response was relatively prompt. After noting the detailed location on the Virtual Screen, he proceeded downwards.
The building, after its renovation, had a completely different layout. Only those familiar with it would know about the changes in structure and shortcuts. Those who were not aware would have to follow the signs helplessly, as they might find themselves trapped in a maze-like dead end. The building had been transformed into a labyrinth; when slightly pushing open what appeared to be windows, one would discover that they had been sealed off with concrete. Yet he felt a breeze coming through—this was not natural wind but artificial air from the Central Air Conditioning.
This sensation made him uncomfortable, and after what felt like an eternity of wandering, he realized he had likely lost his way. He couldn't find an exit and hadn't even spotted an elevator. No matter how long the narrow passages stretched, they shouldn't feel endless. It felt as if he were running continuously without ever seeing a corner; it was a peculiar sensation that felt oddly familiar.
However, after some time had passed, fatigue began to set in. Sprinting at full speed was exhausting, especially during this period when his stamina hadn't fully recovered. The layout seemed impossible to break through directly.
The walls were made of a combination of concrete and solid granite, as he could tell from the sensation. The outer layer could be shattered with a fist, but the granite inside was unbreakable without tools. It was no wonder that such a structure was built so well; it wasn't designed to contain ordinary people, but rather beings like them.
After running for a few minutes, he heard footsteps ahead. A shadow slowly emerged from what seemed to be the end of a narrow passage.
"Don't waste your effort; you can't get out," a voice called from the other side.
"What do you think?" Freyr felt something different about the person, a unique aura that made him feel somewhat awkward upon seeing their outline.
The figure was a stout man, not particularly agile. Even if they didn't engage in direct confrontation, Freyr thought he could easily break through with his speed.
With that thought in mind, he ran forward, actually charging ahead.
However, an odd sensation accompanied this action; it was truly the first time he had encountered something like this. His reliable explosive power suddenly vanished. It wasn't as easy as he had imagined; he found himself unable to push through. It felt as if he had lost the sensation of breaking through the barrier of air.
Moreover, the unusual movements around him had ceased, which felt very strange—like his speed was gradually stagnating.
"Hmph, your speed is indeed impressive, but it won't have any effect against me," the person on the other side continued to respond. "Want to try again?"
In response, the figure moved forward at a pace that wasn't particularly fast; it seemed they were also running.
Yet it didn't feel swift enough. As they collided with him, it was strange how he could sense that figure drawing closer and closer.
But his reflexes weren't quick enough to evade; he was directly knocked aside by that bulky form, crashing into the wall and leaving a dent in its surface.
He jumped down from the wall, and the impact jolted him awake. Although the pain from the collision lingered, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, making him feel much lighter.
"Hahaha, did you see that? Aran's reversal is working!" At that moment, the three people in the conference room watched the Virtual Screen as if they were observing two fierce tigers fighting over food.
They wore expressions of delight, applause ringing out, accompanied by the sound of a Champagne cork popping.
"That seems to be a special Ability called Time Bond. It's been years since I've seen anyone use such an Ability. He hasn't even mastered it for long; he's still too young. Let's see how he handles the reversal. In extreme battles, when one side's speed surpasses the other's, that's when a victor is determined. I don't think Aran's reversal will lose to Time Bond, but from what we see now, it's not going to be that simple," one person commented.
"It's a pity that someone like him can't be used by us. What a shame! Where did that old bastard Hilbert find this treasure?" another person with a rough voice responded.
"I remember that Hilbert's ability is related to time. That guy really looks like a demon. Just thinking about competing against someone like him gives me chills. If we completely offend him, it would be like losing a backbone for the Human Alliance. I know he can't betray humanity, just as he can't leave the human race; otherwise, he'd be a traitor with nowhere to hide. Is it really wise to kick such a terrifying guy out of the President position?" someone else replied.
"Silan, this isn't something you or I can judge," another person continued. "Alright, look! A new round of attacks is about to begin. The show is about to start, Gentlemen. Shall we place bets? I'll set the odds; let's get started!"
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