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Kapitel 148: Gravitation!

Lysander noticed the change in Jack's demeanor and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. "You've got something, haven't you?" he asked, his voice slow and distorted, matching the surreal environment they were trapped in.

Jack turned his head towards Lysander, a motion that took seemingly forever to complete. "I can feel the edges of the field," he said, his words drawn out but filled with a steady confidence. "The source is here somewhere. We just need to find it and shut it down."

Lysander nodded, trusting in Jack's abilities. "Lead the way."

Jack took a step forward, each movement requiring a herculean effort. He could feel the strain on his muscles, but he pushed through, determined to overcome this obstacle. The source of the temporal field was calling to him, a faint whisper in the back of his mind, and he followed it, his observation haki guiding him through the distorted reality.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as they moved, every step an eternity in itself. The silence was oppressive, and the only sound they could hear was the distorted beat of their own hearts. It was a strange, otherworldly experience, and yet, Jack found a sort of rhythm in the slowness, a method to the madness.

His senses honed in on the source of the field, and he could feel himself getting closer with every painstaking step. The strain on his body was immense, but he pushed through, driven by the need to break free and continue their mission.

Lysander followed suit, his trust in Jack unwavering. He could see the determination in Jack's eyes, the resolve that had brought them this far. It was inspiring, and it gave him the strength to keep moving, despite the overwhelming sensation of being trapped in a never-ending moment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jack stopped. He stood still, his senses stretched to their limits, honing in on the source of the temporal field. It was close, so close he could almost touch it.

"There," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but it carried through the distorted air, reaching Lysander's ears. "The source is right there."

Their movements continued at a snail's pace within the oppressive grasp of the Temporal Distortion Field, every step a herculean task. The invisible force that bound them, created by Vegapunk's ingenious technology, seemed almost insurmountable. Yet, with Jack's guidance, fueled by the precision of his observation haki, they slowly but surely made their way toward the source of their slow-motion ordeal.

"There," Jack's voice, stretched thin by the temporal effects, indicated a nondescript panel embedded in the wall. It was nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding structure, but Jack's haki didn't lie. That was the source.

Lysander, his movements just as hindered, drew out his ID badge, a piece of technology that served as a key within Vegapunk's facilities. He extended his arm towards the panel, the action taking what felt like an eternity. As the ID made contact, the mechanism responded. Lights on the panel flickered, initiating a sequence.

And then, abruptly, the field was gone.

The sudden shift in temporal perception was jarring. Their minds, which had been operating at a normal speed within the slow-motion reality, were suddenly assaulted by the full weight of the physical strain they had endured. The pain and fatigue, which should have been spread out over time, hit them all at once.

Jack felt his muscles scream in protest, his body threatening to give out from under him. He staggered, nearly falling to his knees. His breathing was heavy, labored, as he tried to adjust to the sudden change.

Lysander was no different. He swayed on his feet, his body feeling like it had been through a marathon. "Damn," he gasped out, the word quick and sharp in the now normal flow of time.

Jack, though reeling from the sudden onslaught of pain, found his footing. His body was well-trained, resilient, but even he couldn't ignore the toll that the Temporal Distortion Field had taken. "We need... a moment," he managed to say, his voice steadier than he felt.

Lysander nodded in agreement, leaning against the wall for support. "Never... thought time could be... such a pain," he joked weakly, trying to lighten the mood despite the circumstances.

Jack couldn't help but smirk, even though it did nothing to alleviate the pain. "Let's... not do that again," he replied, his tone dry.

They took a few moments to catch their breaths, allowing their bodies to recover from the abrupt transition. The pain was subsiding, slowly but surely, as their bodies caught up with the reality of time.

"Ready to move?" Jack finally asked, his voice back to its usual calm timbre.

Lysander pushed himself off the wall, testing his limbs. "Yeah. Let's go."

Moving out of the temporal distortion field, the duo entered the next stage of Vegapunk's complex defensive systems. The air shifted around them, denser, pressing in from all sides. Jack's eyes narrowed as he sensed the change in atmosphere, his body instinctively bracing for what was to come.

Lysander, who had regained his strength and composure, noticed it first. His steps became heavier, and a slight frown creased his brow. "Gravitational Wells," he muttered under his breath, recognizing the familiar sensation of intensified gravity.

Gravitational Wells, Lysander recognized them almost instantly, the increased force pulling at him, trying to ground him like an anchor. He chuckled lightly, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Fancy meeting a Devil Fruit's cousin here," he commented, his voice steady despite the increasing pressure.

Jack turned his head slightly to glance at Lysander, his expression unchanging. "Your old playing field, huh?" he remarked, recalling the time he and Lysander had clashed, gravity bending and twisting at Lysander's whim.

Lysander grinned, the gravity having little effect on his mood. "Yeah, though I've got to say, Vegapunk's version is less... personalized."

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Kapitel 149: Mirage

They continued forward, the gravitational pull growing stronger with each step. Jack's body was well-conditioned, and he moved with a determined grace, his muscles straining against the invisible force. He could feel the pressure building, his body becoming heavier, but he pushed through, his focus unwavering.

Lysander, on the other hand, seemed almost unaffected, his movements fluid and unbothered. He had spent years mastering the manipulation of gravity, and even though he couldn't use his powers now, his body had adapted to functioning under extreme conditions.

"Not bad for a man-made gravity field," Lysander commented, his voice laced with a hint of respect. "But it lacks the finesse of a Devil Fruit."

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Finesse?"

"Yeah," Lysander explained, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "With a Devil Fruit, you can manipulate gravity in ways that go beyond just making things heavy. You can make yourself lighter, control the direction of the pull... it's like painting with a full palette instead of just using broad strokes."

Jack listened intently, his curiosity piqued. He had seen Lysander's powers in action before, but hearing him talk about it brought a new level of understanding.

As they progressed, the gravitational pull grew stronger, and Jack could feel the strain on his body increasing. He gritted his teeth, his muscles screaming in protest, but he pushed forward, driven by the knowledge that they needed to get through this, no matter what.

Lysander, sensing Jack's determination, matched his pace, his body moving smoothly despite the crushing force surrounding them. "You're doing good, Jack. Just a little bit further."

Jack nodded, his focus narrowing as he felt the source of the gravitational field drawing nearer. He could almost see it in his mind's eye, a point of intense pressure that they needed to reach and disable.

The pressure continued to build, and Jack felt his body becoming heavier, his movements slower. He could see the strain in Lysander's face now, the gravitational field finally starting to take its toll on him as well.

"Almost there," Lysander grunted out, his voice strained.

Jack, his body on the verge of giving out, found a reserve of strength he didn't know he had. He pushed forward, his movements fueled by sheer willpower.

And then, suddenly, the pressure lifted.

They stumbled forward, their bodies light and unburdened. The sudden release from the gravitational field was disorienting, and it took them a moment to regain their balance.

Jack straightened up, his breathing heavy, his body drenched in sweat. "That was... intense," he commented, his voice steady despite the ordeal.

Lysander, who was also catching his breath, nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Vegapunk's got some tricks up his sleeve."

They took a moment to recover, their bodies slowly adjusting back to normal. The pain from the temporal distortion field had been replaced by the ache of overworked muscles, but they were still standing, still ready to move forward.

"Ready to keep going?" Jack asked, his gaze sharp, his body poised for action.

Lysander pushed himself off the wall, his body responding obediently. "Yeah. Let's see what else Vegapunk has in store for us."

As they entered the next area, Lysander's brows furrowed in concentration, and he wore a look of unease. "This is troublesome," he muttered, his gaze scanning the environment cautiously.

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued and alert. "What's up?" he asked, his senses heightened, ready for any potential threat.

Lysander sighed, his eyes still moving around as if trying to decipher a puzzle. "We're in the midst of a tricky setup here," he explained, his voice steady. "This zone… it's a blend of Mirage Mirrors, Sonic Disruptors, and the Chimera Guardians. It's all mixed together to fool and incapacitate intruders."

Jack took a moment to process the information, his mind racing. "So, what are we looking at?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with curiosity.

"The Mirage Mirrors create illusions, doppelgangers of sorts. They can be anything – an empty space, a creature, or even one of us," Lysander explained, his eyes still scanning the surroundings. "The Sonic Disruptors, on the other hand, will mess with our hearing and balance, trying to disorient us."

"And the Chimeras?" Jack probed further, wanting to understand the full scope of the situation.

Lysander's gaze finally settled, his body tense. "The Chimera Guardians are creatures, genetically engineered with abilities sourced from various beasts. They are adaptive and trained to neutralize intruders non-lethally," he elaborated, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Jack nodded, processing the information. "So, we've got visual and auditory illusions, and real threats that can adapt to how we fight," he summarized, his mind formulating a plan.

"Exactly," Lysander confirmed, his eyes meeting Jack's. "And the real kicker? In this mixed-up mess, a Chimera you see and attack might turn out to be an illusion, and an open space you see might actually be a Chimera ready to strike."

Jack let out a low whistle, impressed despite the situation. "Vegapunk really went all out on this one," he commented, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

"He did. We need to tread carefully," Lysander advised, his demeanor cautious yet determined.

Jack's eyes narrowed, focusing on the task at hand. "Let's do this. We'll take it slow, rely on our senses, and not make any hasty moves," he decided, his voice resolute.

Lysander nodded in agreement, his body ready for action. "Lead the way."

They began to move, their steps measured and cautious. The air was tense, charged with an unseen energy. Jack's senses were on high alert, trying to differentiate illusion from reality, his observation haki working overtime.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in their path, an exact copy of Lysander, mirroring his every move. Jack's instincts screamed at him, but he held back, his gaze shifting to the real Lysander for confirmation.

"Mirage," Lysander stated, his voice calm yet firm. "Keep moving."

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