Draconic King of Shadows-Chapter 51: A Growing Relationship

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[Magitech Armor]

[Middle Rank 3]

[+25 Constitution]

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[Skills]

[Healing Surge(Semi-Active): The armor heals the user’s wounds using its innate life energy]

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[Poison Cycle(Passive): Poison Damage is converted into HP]

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[Adaptive Reconfiguration(Active): The armor is able to switch between three forms. Chest piece, Helmet and Gauntlet]

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Damion’s eyes widened as he stared at the information of the Magitech Armor. The black Armor that had formed around his torso was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It seemed to be made of tiny, cell-like metals that shifted and flexed as he moved.

"What did you say this was again?" Damion asked Lyra, his voice full of wonder.

"It’s Magitech," Lyra replied, a proud smile spreading across her face. "It’s a fusion of the technological advancement of humans, and the mystical effects of beast cores."

Damion’s eyes narrowed. ’It seems like I even underestimated her,’ he thought.

"How does it work?" Damion asked. Perhaps he might need to activate some things before the armor began to function, though he doubted that.

"The Magitech Armor is made up of nanoparticles that can reconfigure themselves to adapt to different forms and situations, that’s why it rolled over your body initially, it was only calibrating to your size," Lyra explained.

"Although it’s still a Lower Rank equipment, it’s incredibly resilient for its Rank,"

"It has a very strong life energy stored in it too, and it would automatically tend to the user’s wounds," she said, her smile widening further. "And the best thing about it... The healing energy replenishes automatically when used up!"

Damion smirked. He had already learned that much from the System, but he still pretended to be shocked, Lyra didn’t know of the System, so he acted accordingly.

Matilda elaborated on the skills and abilities the armor possessed. From being used as a Chest piece, to being used as a gauntlet or helmet. Its Ability to switch between those three forms would come in handy.

Damion’s mind was racing with the possibilities. The things he could do with the armor were so much his eyes practically glazed over as he fantasized.

Lyra was so ecstatic she chattered on and on, until Damion had to subtly silence her. Even then, she still had more to say.

Damion decided to let her accompany him to the Blacksmithing Class, allowing her to explain the rest on the way.

Lyra was excited, but that excitement died down almost immediately and she frowned.

"The Blacksmithing Class?" She asked. "Didn’t they leave for their excursion already... Or didn’t you hear about it?"

"Hmm?" Damion raised a brow.

The sword and boots that he had commissioned, how was he supposed to receive them if the Blacksmithing students were all gone on an excursion?!

Damion felt like banging his head at that moment. He couldn’t blame anyone or anything but himself.

"If I wasn’t weak, I wouldn’t have gotten beaten up so badly that I passed out for a week," Damion muttered angrily.

The system had made him realize that he was out for a week when he saw he had missed seven Daily Quests. This wasn’t a problem in and of itself, but the effects of his absence were what had caused a problem.

He had missed several classes, the Training Program was in a few days, his commissioned equipments were probably on hold for a while, and he didn’t have the complete tickets yet... or maybe he was just being too stingy, Damion had seven tickets already.

"Lyra," Damion called out. "How many tickets do you have?"

There was a brief moment of silence before Lyra replied. "Naturally, I wouldn’t tell anyone, but since we’re partners, I wouldn’t mind sharing with you." She blinked her hazel eyes and did a quick check in her necklace. "I have four, but even if I had five, we both know it still won’t be enough."

Damion reached out and transferred one ticket to her. "Let’s go."

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A few minutes later Lyra was seen walking with Damion towards the Blacksmithing Class silently.

She had come to terms with the fact that he had given her one ticket despite her initial protest against it. Although she had almost gotten upset about Damion handing the ticket to her, he didn’t bat an eye, claiming she was his teammate so a little generosity was normal.

The silence didn’t last for long before Damion struck a conversation with her, and her mood lightened.

She shared with Damion her other projects she was working on. The equipments she planned on creating and how far she had gone. They shared ideas, with Damion giving her some tips on what she could do, even though he knew almost nothing about her projects.

The Blessing of Knowledge seemed to be working through him, helping Lyra have a breakthrough in her specialty, research.

After a thirty minutes walk, they arrived at the Blacksmithing Class and walked in to find some students working on ingots.

Damion shot Lyra a questioning gaze, but she shrugged. She was just as confused as he was.

They walked over to the counter, and to Damion’s surprise, Matilda sat there, scanning the working students.

Damion frowned when he saw her, but he quickly smoothened his expression and spoke up. "I’m here for my equipments," he said.

Matilda turned to stare at him for a second, before shifting her gaze to Lyra who stood next to him.

Lyra looked over at Matilda, and Matilda did the same. There was a flash of something in Matilda’s eyes, before she turned back to Damion.

She left to get a box from large suitcase, before returning and opening it.

"The boots were unable to be forged, but the credits were taken. Don’t know why," Matilda said without looking straight at Damion, instead, her gaze lingered on Lyra.

’This is what you get for chasing another woman,’ Matilda thought. ’I helped you get those boots, but since you seem to be after someone else, I’ll take them back.’

Damion’s frown deepened.

"The boots werent forged, but the Credits were taken... why?" Lyra chipped in.

"None of your business," Matilda retorted, then faced Damion. "I believe we are done here."

Damion gave her one last look, before he smiled and walked away.