Legendary Traveler: By Earning Progress Points I will Become Supreme!-Chapter 165: Registration, Examination, Results (10)

1: Reinforced Insectoid Gauntlets of the Glacial Fang Hound

Attack: E

Durability: E-

Defense: E-

Grade: ★★

Effect:

1: Minor: Cold Resistance Enchantment

2: Minor: Damage Reflection Enchantment

3: Minor: Freeze Enchantment (5% Chance)

4: Practical Crafter’s Brand

"These are outstanding; for a mere 2-Star crafted item to have not two but four Effects, all of which are viable, is beyond lucky."

"And it seems the stats have increased as well; he actually did it, which is something I would have never expected from an all-purpose Crafting Attribute."

While Mark and Tristian were in their own world, examining the items, Maevis appeared beside Aoni out of thin air as if having teleported, startling the Lad as he looked up at her with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Young man, I may not be able to recruit you to join my company officially personally, but if you need anything in the future, do not hesitate to call me, and I will arrange for a position to be opened to you," extending her slender, yet calloused hand to Aoni, a small business card appeared, and was gently placed into his hands.

"Yes, Madam, thank you, Madam," nodding his head like a bobble doll, Aoni clutched the card like it was the most valuable treasure he’d ever received, earning a telling smile from Maevis, who reappeared a second later back in her chair.

"Now, one last thing, and you can be sent on your way to finish up your tests. I would like you to allow me to bind these gloves before triggering the brand and dismantling them." The moment the words left Maevis’s lips, you could hear a pin drop in the room as the other two examiners looked at her with a mixture of anger and concern.

"Maevis…I don’t think this is a good idea; you know damn well that anything involving a connection to a person’s Energia Cell is beyond the scope of our Tier…what if there are side effects, the rest of your life could be destroyed." Mark, who had been arguing back and forth with the woman until now, suddenly seemed worried about her.

This shouldn’t be surprising because Aoni could tell the three had known each other for a long time; thus, they were able to banter like good friends.

"Traveler Thurston, do you know of any side effects brought about by the severing of the brand?"

’HOW COULD I!!!’ Aoni mentally screamed while regulating his heart rate.

"I am uncertain, Madam, as I have never used it for anything apart from scrapping items that didn’t suit my taste. You would be the first to have a connection formed with the brand, so it’s uncharted territory for me."

’This isn’t going to kill her or anything…right?’

| Although the User is dumb, please refrain from allowing your idiocy to show too much. This woman is a Sixth-Star Individual with an overall Rank of B+; it would be impossible for the User to harm her, even if her EC were directly assaulted. |

| Now, if it were used on someone weaker than the User, damage to the Energia Cell is a strong possibility |

’Ffffuuuck, okay, good to know,’ ignoring the fact that his AN just shit-talked him, Aoni watched as Maevis carefully picked up and put on the two sizes too big gloves.

"Hm, flexible yet durable, not bad, Traveler Thurston, what now?" Admiring the gloves for a moment before growing bored because they were quite weak when compared to her personal items, Maevis looked to Aoni for answers.

"One moment, please, Madam, could you please come here? I must have physical contact with the items if you wish to bind them properly." Hesitating a bit because this woman could crush him easily if she suspected anything weird was happening, Aoni put his full trust in the floating chatbox as Maevis appeared beside him and held both hands out.

Behind them, Mark and Tristian watched on with interest; never in their wildest dreams did they assume someone as weak as Aoni would be able to even leave a red welt on Maevis, let alone harm her, so to them, her being close to the Lad was more of a novelty than something dangerous…the only problem was if something would injure the Woman’s EC.

Be that the case, the two prepared themselves in case things went awry and placed a few medical items on the table for easy access.

| Make it flashy; it is recommended the User creates 10 threads of Elementalized Energia, extending from each fingertip to those of the gloves |

| These threads will appear to act as a conduit while the lingering Power from the Progress Points used during construction is manipulated. |

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’You do know I have no idea how to do any of that right,’ gulping softly, Aoni looked up at Maevis and had to admit, she was fairly pretty…for a woman nearly 3 times his age.

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In that gruff tomboish way.

’Focus Aoni, focus,’

"Madam, I am starting now,"

"Un, carry on then,"

Closing his eyes and resting his palms slightly above the gloves, Aoni imagined channeling his Energia into his hands and imagined the 10 strands of Energia slithering from his fingertips and into those of the gloves.

The moment the icy tendrils came in contact with the gloves, a familiar tingling sensation flowed into his fingers.

’That must be the energy from my Points. The notice told me just to connect the two, and that’s it…’

In his mind’s eye, Aoni saw the icy strands touching a gaseous white cloud. This was how he always pictured that Power; ever since the first time he upgraded his flume, it was like a clear gas or fog, and while he had no idea of its actual form or, to a greater extent, what the Power even was, that didn’t stop Aoni from gaining some insight.

With the tendrils fully integrated into the gaseous cloud, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up, only to find Maevis staring at him like a child who’d found their newest toy on Christmas morning.

"You…just what was that," she whispered in a tone that was only perceptible to Aoni.

"Madam, the brand has been activated. If anyone other than you is to try to take the gloves, they will instantly return to a designated location of your choice." Taking a step back and avoiding eye contact, Aoni quickly began spouting off a bunch of bullshit given to him by the chatbox.