Chapter 50 A freaking lightsaber

Chapter 50 A freaking lightsaber

The booster was one of the bundles I looked at. It didn’t do much, but it was a very similar set of powers to my own. First, you could siphon powers from others, with the weakened effect being that it took ten minutes of contact to do so. I felt my Siphon change and grow to include this as well, allowing me to not need to kill, and I could steal from women as well...

No, something definitely felt off with the power when it came to that particular thing. It was on the verge of allowing it, but it still excluded it. Siphon was one of the powers I couldn’t improve, but I just improved it by stealing another version of it. They weren’t compatible, and I felt the two grind against each other, shaving off pieces of each to finally combine.

The other power was Flight Plus One. You could fly and allow another person you’re touching to fly as well. The flight was added to me, but the allowance was changed to the weakest version, only partially reducing their weight. It was a power that could grow though, so I could eventually give flight to anyone near me once it was evolved.

I could do so with magic, but this was its own power, letting me free up the need for wasting my mana to do so. It seemed small, but flight was a mana hog compared to other powers. The third power was the item box, and I smiled as its previous contents were launched out of it as I gained it. He was given the 3 cubic feet version, while it had shrunk to the 1 cubic foot version for me, but once again, I could grow the skill to the 5 cubic feet version.

The final power was Bestowal. It would allow me to give my powers away to anyone I decided to or loan them out, and take them back if they betrayed me. The biggest thing though, is I could give a portion of my powers to someone and retain the weakened version... This would allow me to regrow the power again with my growth power, then give them away again.

Looking at the guns better now, I can see that the gunslinger most likely got to pick two of his choice, and maybe even the saber. A blaster pistol with a scope on it, which really made no sense to me. A bowcaster, which meant that the little cartridges I saw fall were full of the bolts. The final gun was a modern sniper rifle.

As I held the pistol, I could tell that it could fire up to forty blasts a day, twenty lethal and twenty stun, before it would need to recharge. The materials to recharge weren’t in our galaxy, so I would just need to wait. That also meant that the bolt caster, once I ran out of ammo, would become completely useless unless I figured out how to make more.

The RPG was just that, a normal RPG. I’m really glad that he wasn’t the first through the door when we were ambushed, or I’d have been turned to paste. I wouldn’t have even had the chance to put the Hatter in the way before I exploded along with everyone around me. Once again, I’m really, REALLY glad that the fucker with it was so inexperienced.

He wasn’t under mind control either, which would have made him way more likely for a suicide attack. The memories I got of his accomplice let me know I was working with two younger men. Maybe even children who got very, very lucky with their start. Working together, they managed to steal several powers, so I was getting the controller as well as some extra powers.

I landed on the ground and started collecting everything. The three heroes watched me scrounge up the stored items that were ejected. Batman finally asked as I swept the capsules with my foot while holding the guns in my hands, "Where’s the criminal?" I barely looked up. "Huh!? Oh, he got away. Dumped a bunch of good stuff out so I jumped off him before stealing what he left."