It did not take Olao long to enter the control state.
The limbs manifested by the mysterious power carried Heart Space as they raced across the "sea."
Watching the ever-changing scenery outside, Angel fell silent.
Compared to the level he had displayed when teaching earlier, Olao's current control was the difference between clouds and mud. Olao was the clouds; he was the mud.
Angel did not know why, but whenever he manually controlled the limbs manifested by the mysterious power, he always felt somewhat clumsy and overstretched. After much difficulty, he could stabilize them, but only at the cost of speed. Yet everyone else—whether Laplace, her Time Doppelgänger, or Olao, who had entered today—handled them far more easily than he did.
Olao in particular was now controlling Heart Space's outer limbs as though they were his own arms and legs.
Not only could he make Heart Space move as if walking on level ground, he could also charge, leap, brake sharply, turn suddenly, and even control the "limbs" into bent structures, granting the next burst of speed a powerful explosive boost.
From beginner to proficient, Olao had taken less than a quarter of an hour.
As he raced and darted about, he had even found a physical object drifting up and down.
The object was merely a piece of pumice on the verge of breaking apart, not worth much. It was likely one of the fish that had slipped through the net during the previous Sea Eye eruption. Yet its appearance allowed Angel to see Olao's talent for controlling the Object Collector.
His pickup speed was several notches faster than even Gleipnir's.
Afterward, Olao continued controlling Heart Space as it patrolled the surrounding area, but unfortunately, they found no more physical objects. Still, Olao seemed addicted to the game. If