Click!
The gun reappeared in my hand, its cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of my flushed cheeks.
The room erupted in a chorus of gasps and exclamations.
"Does it even have another bullet?" Aca asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
I looked atAca, who was standing beside Irune and Vill, her eyes wide with surprise.
I turned my attention back to the gun, disengaging the safety and pulling the trigger.
Bang!
The deafening sound echoed through the warehouse, the bullet embedding itself in a nearby metal beam.
"It does..." I whispered, my own voice barely audible over the ringing in my ears.
Everyone stared at me, their faces a mixture of shock, awe, and apprehension.
"Well, that's... interesting," Yolan mused, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "But that's a pretty old gun, isn't it? From 1911, if I remember correctly."
I looked at her, a puzzled expression on my face.
"How many bullets do you have left? You've already fired three, right? Try shooting it eight or nine more times," she continued.
"For what?" I asked, confused by her request.
"Yolan is right. The M1911 typically has a magazine capacity of 7 or 8 rounds, but it can also be fitted with extended magazines that hold more bullets," Vill interjected.
I took a deep breath,a sense of unease washing over me. "I'm not sure I want to shoot anymore bullets," I said, my voice hesitant.
Dove stepped forward, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Xian, I think it's important that we understand the extent of your abilities, And testing the limits of the gun is a good way to do that."
I hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded reluctantly. I pointed the gun towards the ceiling of the warehouse, aiming for a spot far away from anyone or anything that could be harmed.
I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sound echoed through the cavernous space, the bullet piercing the ceiling and embedding itself in the steel beams above. I continued firing, each shot ringing out with a deafening roar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
By the eighth shot, the gun clicked empty.
"Eight shots," Yolan announced, a satisfied smile on her face. "Just as I suspected. This is a standard M1911 magazine."
"So, it seems Xian's power is limited by the capacity of the weapon he creates," Vill concluded, her brow furrowing in thought.
I lowered the gun, a sense of exhaustion washing over me. I had never fired a weapon before, and the experience had left me shaken. But I was also filled with a strange sense of exhilaration, a realization that I possessed a power far beyond anything I had ever imagined.
"Is it really my power...?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The sudden manifestation of a firearm had shaken me, and I was still trying to process what had just happened.
Dove stepped forward, her gaze contemplative. "It could be… Maybe, for now, you need an external object like that watch to trigger your ability. But I'm sure with practice, you'll be able to manifest your powers without any assistance."
I nodded, a flicker of hope sparking within me.
Yolan, who had been examining the spent bullet casings, suddenly rushed over. "Here," she said, handing me a handful of new bullets. "Try it again."
I was stunned. How had she... Oh, right. Her power of manipulation. She could create objects as long as she had a reference point.
I took the bullets and loaded them into the gun's magazine. I raised my arm, pointing the gun towards the ceiling once again.
Bang!
The gun recoiled in my hand, the bullet slamming into the metal rafters above.
Click! Click! The slide locked back, signaling an empty chamber.
"Heh, seems like I'll need to stock up on ammo for you," Yolan chuckled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I examined the watch once more, clicking the button to transform the gun back into its sleek, unassuming form.
"It's yours now," Yolan declared, a proud smile on her face as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Really?" I asked, surprised by her generosity.
"Of course, It works for you, so... use it wisely, okay?"
I nodded, a sense of responsibility washing over me.
Dove's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You really are something, Xian. Maybe, just maybe, your power is... the ability to create weapons?"
"...Maybe," I replied, the possibility both exciting and daunting.
Suddenly, Aca's head popped up from behind me, her eyes fixed on the watch. "Ooo... can you summon a Glock? Or maybe an RPG?" she asked, her voice filled with childish excitement.
Dove lightly bonked Aca on the head. "Don't say such silly things, that watch can only summon that one gun."
"Ouch..." Aca grumbled, rubbing her head.
Vill stepped forward, her curiosity piqued. "Can I try it?" she asked, extending her hand.
I looked at her for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure," I said, taking off the watch and handing it to her.
She slipped it onto her wrist and pressed the button.
Click!
Nothing happened.
"Huh, seems like you're the only one worthy of wielding this watch," she said, a playful smirk on her face. "Just like in those old fantasy stories, you know?"
"Old fantasy stories?" I asked, confused.
"You know, like King Arthur, who was the only one worthy of wielding Excalibur… Or Thor, who could only lift his hammer, Mjolnir."
"Ah... maybe," I mumbled, taking back the watch and examining it curiously.
Clank!
The sound of metal hitting the floor echoed through the warehouse, drawing everyone's attention to Yolan. She had dropped a wrench, her focus broken by the sudden display of my power.
I glanced at the watch, surprised to see that it was already 1:24 PM. Had we really been working for that long?
"Yolan," I asked, my voice barely audible over the din of the machinery, "how long do you think it will take to finish the bike?"
"About an hour, maybe," she replied, her eyes fixed on her work. "Why?"
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