Concealable Level 4 Body Armor 소설 & 이야기

She raised her gaze and spoke to Lynn in a soft voice. "How much is my spell worth?" Lynn shook his head and replied calmly. "It is a spell that can express the power of a rank 4 magic. Don't worry, just pick one for each category and you will be fine." Sara focused again on the two body-nourishment methods. 'Way of the phantom, reaching rank 4 will allow the user to increase his stealth abilities, as well as becoming completely invisible and ethereal for a short period of time.' 'Yin body, reaching rank 4 will give the user a body with high regenerative proprieties. It will also store "Breath" that can be used to momentarily enhance the qualities of the body, mainly the regenerative one.'

David found a relatively secluded place in the forest beside the public road. He casually arranged an array to hide his body and then entered The Spirit Cage through the system. In fact, with his current Ancient level 10 Body, even if he did not set up an array, no one could harm him even if he was discovered. This was only Level 4 civilization Boundless Galaxy's Planet Brechen. Even the top powerhouses in the Boundless Galaxy could not do anything to David's body.

And I never dirtied my own hands unless it was necessary… or entertaining. I took another slow drag from my cigar and exhaled. “Get to work,” I said quietly. The men scattered like startled insects. I walked deeper into the facility, my polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor. Rows of half-assembled rifles lined one wall. Crates of body armor — lightweight, bullet-resistant, custom-fitted — waited on the other. In the far corner, a small team carefully mixed chemicals that could stop a heart without leaving obvious traces. Everything here served a purpose.

Its balance was perfect. "Yes, Your Highness. Small, light, but their tips are needle-like. They'll pierce right through the gaps in armor," the old man nodded. Beside them lay her new outfit. Not a ball gown, nor the stiff leather armor she wore during the hunt. It was made of a deep midnight-black, finely woven fabric that clung to the body like a second skin, yet allowed room for movement. The trick lay in the lining: hidden, magnetically secured sheaths were placed at the hips, the inner thighs, and the wrists. Six movements, six lethal thrusts, and the world would see nothing but an elegant woman.

45 caliber handgun in his right. He was no longer wearing the tuxedo from the previous evening; instead, he donned a bulletproof tactical jacket that concealed his feral side. Behind him, Liora followed with steps that were cautious yet firm. She wore body armor specially designed by Sebastian to protect her midsection without restricting her movement. "Mavric, the temperature has dropped drastically here. We’ve walked nearly two kilometers past the tourist boundary," Liora whispered, her breath visible in the beam of the flashlight.

He had a leather satchel over one shoulder that would be documentation, and he had a modified Hermetic ward construct active around him, the kind that deflected physical contact rather than blocking it, designed for personal protection during evacuation. She covered forty meters in less time than it took him to register the sound of her behind him. He turned, saw her, and the ward construct activated fully, the deflection field expanding outward in a visible shimmer that pushed against her momentum and redirected it sideways, slamming her into the tunnel wall hard enough to crack the brick. She pushed off the wall and came back at him.

The temperature was kept deliberately low, a biting, crisp chill that helped soothe the volatile, feverish internal body heat of the high-ranked Lycans occupying the space. Aria stood frozen beside the massive central console, her fingers resting lightly against the cold lip of the obsidian table. The tactical gear she wore was a second skin of matte-black leather and reinforced ballistic polymer, tailored so precisely that it hummed against her skin with every rise and fall of her chest. It was devoid of any reflective surfaces, designed to absorb light and sound in equal measure. Her long, dark hair was braided tightly down her spine, a severe style that accentuated the sharp, aristocratic