Bloodstar System: Infinite Evolution Through Beast Slaughter

Chapter 58: Flawless!

One final selection.

Joren’s gaze moved quickly across the holographic display.

With [Heavenly Aegis Body Art] and [Rebirth from Blood], his body was already as durable as a Voidbeast of the same rank, and his vitality was absurd enough to make a cockroach look fragile.

Still, no one ever complained about being too hard to kill.

The Black Armor Type Two combat suit had served him well, but before a Rank Five beast king, it was little better than paper.

Worse, putting it on and taking it off was a hassle.

"I want something durable. Preferably able to fly, and discreet enough for daily use."

Joren entered the unusually specific requirements into the search bar.

[Searching...]

[Three S Class defensive items match your requirements.]

The screen flickered, and three holographic projections appeared before him.

The first was a bulky powered exoskeleton that looked like a walking tank. Its firepower was outrageous, but so was its weight.

Rejected.

The second was a radiant suit of flexible armor with excellent defense.

Unfortunately, it looked like a moving neon sign.

Also rejected.

Joren’s attention settled on the third item.

A mass of slowly moving black liquid.

[Name: Black Dragon Nano Symbiote Armor, S Class]

[Type: Biological Exoskeleton and Nano Armor]

[Material: Liquid metal symbiote produced by the Rank Six Blackwater Mystic Serpent, integrated with Vega Forge nanotechnology.]

[Property One: Mimicry. Can imitate any form of clothing, including coats and suits. With a thought, it covers the entire body within 0.1 seconds and forms a fully sealed combat suit.]

[Property Two: Self Repair. After sustaining damage, the armor can consume metal to restore itself.]

[Property Three: Resilience. Possesses exceptional physical defense and durability. Designed for the highest intensity warfare.]

[Description: It is not a dead object. It is your second skin and your most loyal symbiote.]

Joren’s eyes lit up.

The Mimicry function alone seemed made for his identity as Sirius Bureau.

One second, a man in a clean suit.

The next, a faceless figure wrapped in black armor.

Perfect.

"This one."

[Ding! Exchange successful.]

[S Class Strategic Resource Vault access exhausted.]

Beep.

[S Class authorization verified.]

"Frontier Marshal, your strategic supplies have arrived. Please confirm receipt."

A deep engine hum rose beyond the enormous window.

A heavy tactical transport aircraft painted entirely black hovered beside the rooftop landing platform.

This was what S Class authority looked like.

Anything held in storage anywhere across Norcrest, or even the entire eastern war zone, could be delivered straight to him no matter how far away it was.

Armed robots unloaded three metal cases of different sizes and set them down with great care.

The long case in the middle was the largest.

"Move aside."

Joren waved off the robots coming forward to help.

He stepped up and pressed a finger against the biometric lock.

Click.

The pressure seals released.

White vapor poured from the case as the lid slowly opened.

Inside lay a blade.

Black from end to end.

No elaborate patterns.

No glowing effects.

Nothing decorative.

Simple.

Severe.

Heaven’s Sin.

Joren drew a breath and wrapped his right hand around the heavy hilt.

Now that was weight.

The blade was only a meter and a half long, yet lifting it felt like dragging a truck.

1360 kilograms.

Buzz.

Joren raised the black blade in one hand and let the tip point toward the floor.

A small turn of his wrist sent it through a casual flourish.

Whoom!

The physical force alone whipped a violent gust across the platform. The other two metal cases rattled where they stood.

"Now that feels right."

The weight sat solidly in his hand.

Reassuring.

Even without an edge, a direct blow from this thing would break the bones and tendons of a Rank Four lord.

Add the unstoppable sharpness of [Primordial Bladebody]...

Golden protective force surged from Joren’s body and poured into the weapon.

A restrained dark gold gleam passed over the black edge.

He swung once at empty air.

Hiss.

Three meters away, an alloy railing split cleanly in two.

The cut was smooth enough to reflect light.

Only three seconds later did the upper half fall with a metallic crash.

"Good."

Joren ran a hand along the blade, unwilling to let go.

This was an S Class weapon.

Next came the second case.

It was no larger than his palm.

When he opened it, the interior appeared empty.

Joren narrowed his eyes and focused.

Inside the specially shaped slots, thirty six blades hovered in perfect silence, each as thin as a cicada wing.

Even from inches away, all he could make out was the faintest distortion in the air.

The Voidshard Array.

Forged from Void Crystal.

Optically invisible.

Controlled by Mental Force.

A thought passed through him.

Whish whish whish!

A dense whisper filled the air.

Thirty six transparent streaks shot from the case and circled around him.

Invisible sentries.

"Combine."

Joren’s gaze tightened.

The blades converged in midair and locked together without the slightest gap.

A transparent sword nearly three feet long floated before him.

Underhanded.

Almost offensively underhanded.

This weapon had been born for ambushes.

"One left."

Joren turned to the silver case.

Inside waited the priceless S Class nano symbiote armor.

Black Dragon.

The lid opened.

A thick black liquid rested inside, glossy and slow moving like tar.

It pulsed as if alive.

Joren reached out and touched it with one finger.

The liquid surged upward at once.

It climbed over his hand, raced along his arm, and spread across his entire body in the blink of an eye.

A cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

"Neural connection complete."

"Host identity confirmed."

"Black Dragon system online. Please select appearance mode."

An interface appeared in the upper right corner of his vision.

Heavy armor.

Formal wear.

Casual clothes.

Every possible style was there.

"It can even customize itself from my thoughts?"

The black fluid hardened and contracted.

In less than a second, it reshaped itself into a fitted black coat with a high collar.

The material looked expensive.

Even the dark patterned buttons appeared completely real.

Joren stood in black, Heaven’s Sin across his back, faint distortions from the Voidshard Array circling nearby.

A striking sight.

"Combat mode."

Metallic light rippled across the coat.

Black nanofluid surged over his face and formed a sealed mask with sleek, futuristic lines.

The fabric that had looked soft a moment ago hardened into something closer to tank armor.

Joren lifted Heaven’s Sin and tapped the back of the blade lightly against his forearm.

Sparks scattered.

A faint vibration passed through the limb.

Almost no pain.

"S Class really is S Class."

He dismissed the mask, revealing his face again.

At that moment, everything felt right.

Heaven’s Sin for direct combat.

Voidshard Array for groups.

Black Dragon for defense.

Add [Primordial Bladebody] and [Rebirth from Blood].

No gaps.

No weakness.

Flawless.