Vader Upgraded Suit の小説・ストーリー

out of the ground in seconds. ​At the top of the tower, a figure stood silhouetted against the shattered moon. He wasn't wearing a charcoal suit. He was wearing Plate Armor made of Black Glass. ​He raised a sword that was forged from the "Kill-Switch" of the supercomputer. ​"The 151st Chapter is a Rebranding, Nora," the voice of Julian Vane boomed, now layered with the deep, resonant growl of a Dark Lord. "You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis."

"That is happening for sure. I sent our best men after her. There is no way one tiny girl would be able to escape them. They're very good. So just calm down and—" His words were cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching the throne room. Both father and daughter turned their gazes towards the entrance, their hearts in their throats. The doors opened to reveal a guard limping into the room. Blood soaked his armor, and his face was pale with exhaustion. His left arm hung limp at his side, clearly broken, and his right leg dragged behind him, leaving a trail of crimson on the floor. The sight made both father and daughter panic. "What happened?" the king demanded, his voice trembling.

She stammered,a slight blush spreading across her face. "You should get ready," Vador said biting his lips. "Is anything the problem?" "Nothing could go wrong when I'm with you," he whispered into her ear making the young damsel cough. He laughed and went to his room. The gown was long and beautiful. Vador must have chosen it for her himself,she flushed at the thought seeing the gown was black in color.

He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Justin. He is wearing a plain shirt with the logo of a Darth Vader, denim shorts, and sneakers. He got his hair placed neatly just like Marian's. Justin thought that they will be going to some sort of a luxurious birthday party because of how expensive their tiny shirts and dresses looked. He crouched down and asked what is his name.

“Are we sure he won’t shatter? I’d hate to waste a bespoke suit on a corpse.” “He’s resilient,” Silas said. I saw his eyes track the movement of her hand. “He survived his father for twenty-two years. He can survive a suit fitting.” “Get up and strip,” She commanded. “You’ve spent enough time rotting in this bed. Today, we turn you into a Vane.” “I don’t want to be a Vane,” I spat, trying to get up. The room tilted dangerously. “Too bad, too late. Take it off. Now.” She said, her eyes cold. “I can’t tailor a masterpiece over a dead woman’s robe.”

Victor asked. "All in place. Money, weapons, personnel—we're ready." Victor rose from his seat, straightening the cuffs of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit. The fabric whispered of wealth and power as he moved. His dark hair was longer now, swept back from his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He looked every bit the dangerous man he had become. "Then it's time we showed Xavier what happens when you leave your enemy alive," Victor said, his voice cold with promise.