Concealable Level 4 Body Armor Novels & Stories

My eyes locked on the needle as it slowed, slowed… and clicked to a stop on a simple, hooded cloak. S-Tier Artifact: Shroud of Unseeing Description: Renders the wearer completely undetectable by visual, auditory, and low-level psychic means for durations scaling with user stamina. A perfect infiltration tool. A predator’s tool. My smile turned sharp. “I can work with this.” The System’s voice, bland and final, echoed. “Rewards delivered. Player extraction in 3… 2… 1…” The white void vanished. I didn’t even get a chance to open my virtual inventory.

Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection. Before anything, I focus on protection. I grab a set of lightweight body armor— fabric pads designed to absorb impact while remaining undetectable under clothing. Chest, back, arms, thighs—each piece is strapped into place, offering just enough defense without sacrificing speed. A full suit would slow me down, and I can’t afford that. But these will stop any claws, teeth or worse from inflicting too much damage which will give me an edge.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

He tore open his dark shirt, peeling the tailored coat from his broad shoulders. The coat wasn’t ordinary—it held military-grade nano shielding and active thermal fibers. His right arm swept across, palm gripping Vivienne’s slender waist, pressing her against his chest. The coat, warm and tight, wrapped her completely. The internal heating system kicked in, blocking the first wave of lethal cold. His heartbeat pressed against her back. Calm. With his free hand, he retrieved a palm-sized, bulletproof military-grade computing terminal, tossing it onto the wheelchair armrest. “Forget its rules,” he rasped, seasoned with battlefield grit. “Break it.”

Harrison nodded, tapping the hologram. "A convoy leaves the Aegis Manufacturing Plant at 03:00 hours. It’s carrying a shipment of Mark IV sonic dampeners and a prototype batch of 'Null-Heads', armor-piercing rounds designed to penetrate the very shields Silas gave the Vanguard. If we get those, we can arm the Bloodhounds for the European extraction." "And the security?" I asked. "Heavy," Harrison admitted. "But they’re overconfident. They aren't expecting a ghost pack to hit them in the blind spot of the Mag-Lev tunnels."

He had received an unexpected gift, a fully loaded M1905. The thug's bulletproof vest, on the other hand, was by far the best. [Name: T1 Bullet Proof Vest] [Type: Body Armor] [Rarity: Common] [Defense: 1, Able to guard against regular gun bullets; 2, Weak protection against sharp weapons.] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes] [Remarks: This is a standard-issued bulletproof vest. Wearing it doesn’t make you invincible!]

The man stiffened, standing frozen for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Earlier, when Steve had fired the round-shaped blast, he’d noticed their armor—beast-grade gear designed to disperse impact almost completely. The armor absorbed most of the force, and their bodies endured what little passed through. But armor didn’t cover everything. And Steve had noticed that. Now invisible, he’d struck where protection didn’t exist. “No… no!” the remaining man shouted, panic seeping into his voice. He glanced at the fallen body, then toward the man standing at the doorway—the one radiating the strongest aura—seeking silent permission.

In combination with his magical prowess and spiritual treasures, even a level six paragon from Midland would face a formidable challenge. What pleased Severin the most was his mastery of the Void Concealment. His aura was restrained at that moment, and from a distance, he did not seem too different from any ordinary person. No one could tell that he was a practitioner. With the ability to conceal himself, he believed that anyone below the seventh or eighth level of a paragon would find it difficult to detect him within a hundred-feet radius. It would prove to be an invaluable technique, whether for escaping or launching sneak attacks.

The hologram disappeared. In ten minutes I came out of the bathroom with my full body armor. I walked into the main lobby dressed in a lightweight, carbon fiber uniform with green highlights around my body. On the left upper side of my uniform was the Zen Academy emblem with a white circle in the middle. It seemed comfortable and sturdy enough to keep me safe. “Whoa, looking good, sexy,” Adrian teased. “Adrian, stop,” I playfully hit her arm. She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights

Master Mackenzie also said with a smile, “Consider us merciful as our main pavilions did not take action and we only sent two smaller pavilions to fight your people. I think we shall just let this be. Certainly, we can’t do anything if you guys aren’t convinced!” A middle-aged woman from the Anti-Alliance Guard thought about it and said, “Among those two pavilions that you appointed, one of them have masters in the fourth-grade soul-penetrating level while the other one sent to the Nine Armies has two members who are in the third-grade soul-penetrating level and three who are in the first-grade soul-penetrating level. Under such circumstances, there will only be a handful of people who will