Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaoman sighed quietly—it seemed his chuunibyou was acting up again.
Afterwards, having controlled the stones to fly around for quite a while, Zhang Xiaoman finally stopped, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied. After all, having just gained this strange ability, he found it quite novel.
"However... it seems this is all I can do..."
Looking at the scattered stones on the ground, Zhang Xiaoman fell into deep thought again.
Earlier, he had wanted to try changing the shape and material composition of the stones, but he frustratingly found that he couldn't achieve that yet.
Whenever he tried to issue some other commands, a hindrance would emerge from deep within him. This feeling was peculiar, akin to running in a dream, where you can't exert any strength.
"This won't do..."
After several more attempts, he couldn't help but feel deflated.