Webnovel's Extra: Reincarnated With a Copy Ability-Chapter 175: No Time to Think

The next step didn’t wait for them to be ready.

Lucas felt it the moment he stepped into the training hall.

No warm-up.

No idle noise.

The space was already active.

Projection grids flickered across the floor, but not in the usual organized layout. They overlapped in uneven clusters, cutting across one another in ways that didn’t leave clean boundaries between zones.

Students stood at the edges, trying to figure out where one formation ended and another began.

Lucas slowed.

"...That’s new."

Raisel scanned the floor.

"The grids aren’t separated."

Arden’s eyes moved across the overlapping projections.

"They’re forcing interaction."

Lucas exhaled.

"Of course they are."

Halvors didn’t stand at the center this time.

He wasn’t visible at all.

No instructor presence.

No signal to begin.

The system activated on its own.

A wave rose from one grid.

At the same time, another triggered from the adjacent zone.

They collided.

Not physically.

But in timing.

Lucas stepped forward instinctively.

"Move."

The people nearest him reacted without thinking. Not a team. Not assigned. Just whoever happened to be there.

They shifted.

Barely in time.

The first arc cut across at waist height. The second followed from behind, angled differently, forcing them to adjust mid-step.

Lucas redirected the first.

Someone else caught the second.

It worked.

Not clean.

But it held.

Lucas took a step back, eyes scanning.

"This isn’t rotation."

"No," Raisel said.

Lucas watched another group try to form up properly.

They didn’t get the chance.

A third wave triggered before they could settle.

The formation broke apart before it even existed.

Lucas let out a quiet breath.

"They’re not giving us time."

That was the point.

Dreyden saw it immediately.

The previous layers had allowed space.

Time to think.

Time to adjust.

Time to understand.

This removed that.

Now—

Action came first.

Understanding followed, if it came at all.

Lucas stepped into another wave without waiting.

"Don’t form," he said. "Just react."

Arden moved with him.

Raisel adjusted his position slightly behind.

No structure.

No assigned roles.

Just proximity and awareness.

The arc came low.

Lucas shifted his weight, redirecting it outward.

Another wave followed immediately from the side.

He didn’t call it.

Didn’t have time.

Arden moved first this time, collapsing the pressure before it could spread.

Raisel caught the edge.

The projection shattered.

Lucas exhaled sharply.

"Okay."

A third wave hit before he finished the thought.

He stepped forward.

No hesitation.

No prediction.

Just movement.

It worked.

Around them, the hall struggled.

Students who relied on structure couldn’t keep up. They tried to form groups, tried to assign roles, tried to create order in something that didn’t allow it.

They fell behind.

Not dramatically.

But consistently.

Lucas saw it in the way they reset too often. In the way they paused just long enough to lose the next cycle.

He shook his head.

"Yeah, that’s not working."

One of the overlapping grids flared brighter than the others.

Lucas noticed it too late.

The wave came faster.

Different.

Not just timing.

Intensity.

"Down," someone shouted.

Lucas didn’t drop.

He stepped in.

The arc shifted.

He adjusted.

It still hit.

Not fully.

But enough.

The impact pushed him back a step, pressure rippling through his arm as he redirected the remainder outward.

He caught himself.

"...Alright."

His grip tightened slightly.

"That’s new."

Raisel stepped beside him.

"They increased output."

Lucas let out a short breath.

"Of course they did."

The hall didn’t stabilize.

It couldn’t.

There was no rhythm to settle into.

Just continuous movement.

Continuous adjustment.

Lucas felt it in his chest.

Not exhaustion.

Something sharper.

The kind of focus that didn’t leave room for anything else.

No second-guessing.

No analysis.

Just—

Move.

Across the floor, a student hesitated.

Not long.

Half a second.

Enough.

The wave caught them off-balance, forcing a stumble that disrupted the people around them.

No one fell.

But the formation that wasn’t a formation broke anyway.

Lucas saw it.

Didn’t react.

Couldn’t.

The next wave was already on him.

Time blurred.

Not completely.

Just enough that minutes stopped feeling distinct.

Lucas lost track of how many cycles they’d gone through. The only thing that mattered was the next movement. The next shift. The next angle that didn’t match what it should have been.

At some point, he stopped thinking about anything else.

No system.

No evaluation.

Just—

Right now.

When the grids finally dimmed, it took a second for the hall to register it.

Movement slowed.

Then stopped.

Silence followed.

Not heavy.

Not tense.

Just... empty.

Lucas stood where he was, breathing steady, eyes still scanning like the next wave might come anyway.

It didn’t.

He let out a slow breath.

"...Okay."

No one spoke at first.

Not because they didn’t have anything to say.

Because they were still catching up.

Lucas rolled his shoulders once, feeling the residual tension fade.

"That," he said quietly, "was different."

Raisel nodded.

"Yes."

Arden looked across the hall.

"They removed the last delay."

Lucas smirked faintly.

"Yeah."

He glanced at Dreyden.

"No time to think."

Dreyden met his gaze.

"Exactly."

The realization hit harder than anything else that day.

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck.

"So what’s left?"

Dreyden didn’t answer immediately.

Lucas waited.

Then—

"Instinct."

Lucas let out a short laugh.

"Great."

He looked around the hall.

Students stood in scattered positions, some talking quietly, others just... standing.

No one looked comfortable.

Lucas nodded to himself.

"Yeah."

That made sense.

They stepped out into the corridor together.

The air felt cooler.

Sharper.

Lucas leaned back against the wall for a second.

"You know what the worst part is?"

Raisel glanced at him.

"What?"

Lucas exhaled.

"I didn’t even notice when I stopped thinking."

No one answered.

Because they hadn’t either.

Dreyden walked ahead, already moving past the moment.

This was the next layer.

Not adaptation.

Not awareness.

Execution without hesitation.

The people who could act without freezing—

Would move forward.

The ones who needed time—

Would fall behind.

Not because they were weaker.

Because they couldn’t keep up with the pace.

Lucas pushed off the wall.

"Alright," he said. "Guess this is where it gets real."

Arden nodded.

"Yes."

Raisel didn’t speak.

Dreyden didn’t slow.

Lucas smirked faintly as he followed.

"Good."

He flexed his fingers once.

"Wouldn’t want it to be easy."

Behind them, the training hall reset.

Grids dim.

Floor clear.

Like nothing had happened.

But it had.

And everyone felt it.

Because now—

There was no time to think.

Only time to act.

And the difference between those two things—

Was starting to matter.