All equipment standing on the ground was crushed flat, and the backs of Frankwine and Meatgun staggered.
�Mirror cycle.�
In the next instant, all the pressure acting on space was exerted on Gaold.
Cuckoo coo coo!
As the place he was standing on collapsed into a hemispherical shape, Gaold could feel his own power for the first time.
�Hehe, I�m still a long way off.�
Silence fell in the command and control room as Gaold wrinkled his nose and laughed.
Because Frankwine and Mitgan were surprised by the sane Gaold, and it was the first time the others had seen Gaold even slightly shocked.
Sain turned his gaze to Meatgun.
�You�re using a strange ability.�It�s not a reflection of the impact, but a feeling of bouncing off the event itself.�
Eating out of the rules was the first thing that came to mind, but even with his iron eyes, he couldn�t find any special triggering conditions.
It was only possible to guess that they also came from another world.
�Whoa, I want this����.�
As Meatgun walked out, stroking his fists, his face cracked.
Frankwine, who was examining the meat gun caressing his cheek in disbelief, turned his gaze back to Gaold.
�Is the mirror cycle broken?�He�s an incredibly dangerous guy.�
Even in the original world, it was a meat gun that there were not many people other than himself to deal with.
As soon as he thought about it, the cumbersome anger subsided and the merchant�s brain started to work again.
�Okay, I�ll find you.�But we also have conditions.�
Gaold nodded meekly.
It wasn�t just time to fight night blindness.
�say it.�
�Hand over the facilities of the 2nd Rebel Command, Raysis, to us.�It�s ruined anyway, so there�s nothing to write about.�
�good.�As long as you get it right.�
Frankwine snorted and turned away.
damn�shit.
Moving his facial muscles back and forth, Mitgan felt more cracks on his face, but the cracks soon healed.
When the two of them got out, Sein asked.
�Gaold, what are you thinking?�It wasn�t in the original plan, was it?�
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