Unholy Player-Chapter 183: Technology

Like his old uniform—or the tactical gear worn by STF operatives—this one was also designed entirely in black. Every inch of its surface absorbed light, eliminating reflections and making it ideal for concealment. The material was mostly carbon-fiber fabric, reinforced at vital joints and the chest with matte black plates that provided protection without restricting movement.

At first glance, the uniform radiated quality and defense, but Adyr knew its real strength lay elsewhere. The demonstration videos he’d watched had hinted at a far more surprising feature.

He pulled the uniform out of its box, spread it on the floor, then took up his sharp left-hand sword. Without hesitation, he pressed the blade into an unarmored section at the abdomen. Despite its sharp edge, the sword met firm resistance. Still, that wasn’t the most impressive part.

Adyr gripped the uniform with one hand and pushed harder with the blade. Fibers parted with difficulty, and eventually, a clean cut appeared. Then he stopped and watched.

The torn fabric began to shift, as if it had a will of its own. Threads twitched and reached toward one another, pulling themselves back together. Within seconds, the gap had closed entirely, like a wound knitting itself shut. It was impossible to tell there had ever been a cut.

"Technology," Adyr murmured with a faint smile.

According to the shop’s description, they’d developed this feature by studying the Grave Bloom Spark extracted from the Cannibal’s body—a gruesome source for an elegant solution.

Humankind had always drawn its technologies from nature, and some of the most profound examples spoke for themselves. Velcro, for instance, was inspired by the tiny hooks on burdock burrs that cling stubbornly to clothing and fur. By mimicking this simple but effective structure, engineers created a fastening system now found everywhere, from shoes to spacesuits.

Another example can be seen in Sharklet surfaces, which reproduce the microscopic texture of shark skin to discourage bacteria and reduce microbial buildup. Hospitals and laboratories now use these patterned materials to help keep surfaces sterile without harsh chemicals.

Even the high-speed trains from Adyr’s previous life owed their streamlined noses to nature, where designers had studied the kingfisher’s slender beak to minimize pressure waves and noise as the train passed through tunnels. These advances highlighted a simple, enduring truth: by looking closely at the natural world, humanity could discover elegant solutions to some of its most complex challenges.

And now Adyr was witnessing that sharp mind as an example in front of him.

He had handed them the Spark Grave Bloom only a few days ago, and they had already managed to observe its microscopic effects and bring this cutting-edge design to life. Looking at it now, Adyr couldn’t help but say aloud, "Looks like I should feed them more information and samples from now on."

The most mind-blowing part was that, according to them, this was still just a prototype—a beta version. They hadn’t even implemented Grave Bloom’s core feature, the skin-fortifying process, which made the uniform’s potential all the more obvious. It was a clear sign that this product had a remarkably bright future.

For a moment, the research team’s capabilities—and what they could produce in the future—excited him even more than pushing all his talents to level 3. But that feeling lasted only a heartbeat. He quickly stored all the gear in his Twilight Land and prepared to head to the talent training room to begin his daily grind.

No matter what technology he acquired now or in the future, his own strength would always matter most. That was one thing he would never grow complacent about.

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"I can’t believe I’m about to ask that woman to join her team," Dalin Ravencourt muttered irritably, gripping the thick file as she strode down the long corridor.

She had just checked Selina’s schedule and learned that she had recently returned to her quarters. Knowing someone with such a packed agenda would be hard to catch again, Dalin forced herself to take the opportunity and made her way toward her room, though her steps were hesitant, her brow furrowed.

"Relax, Dalin... relax," she whispered to herself, drawing slow, deep breaths. "This matter is more important than your personal grudges." Her hands tightened on the file as she fought to calm her nerves and keep moving.

That was when a familiar voice cut through the quiet hallway behind her.

’’Looks like you’ve lost what few brain cells you had left, talking to yourself like that... ’’

Dalin froze mid-step and spun around. A graceful figure was approaching her with an effortless smile. Moonlight-purple hair was pulled into a neat ponytail that framed sharp features and dark amethyst eyes that studied Dalin with a mixture of calm and amusement.

Selina White was dressed in a white crop top that revealed a smooth, defined abdomen and white joggers that brushed her ankles, her stride light and assured.

"You bitch, what did you just say?" She snapped after a brief pause, her crimson eyes igniting like embers as she faced the one rival who never failed to provoke her.

"Your mouth is as foul as your character," Selina said without slowing, passing Dalin as she headed toward her room.

Dalin ground her teeth and spat back, "A sociopath like you, who sneers even at her own father’s funeral, has no right to judge me."

Selina stopped dead, her calm smile vanishing, replaced by a cold, stone-faced glare. She turned slowly and said, "Don’t you ever speak about things you don’t understand."

Dalin immediately caught the shift—this was a sensitive spot, clearly striking a nerve. Normally, she would push harder, trying to get under Selina’s skin. But this time was different. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she said, "I’m not here to fight. I came to offer a truce."

Selina was suddenly taken aback when she heard the word "truce." The only person she ever expected to hear that from was the arrogant woman standing before her.

"You really have gotten dumber since you started playing the game, haven’t you?"

Dalin’s anger flared again, her body trembling with rage. What irritated her most wasn’t the words themselves, but that Selina spoke them sincerely, truly believing every one.

No, Dalin. Stay calm.

She forced herself to steady her breath and said, "I’m here to ask you to take me onto your team."

Selina’s expression shifted, softening. In a gentler tone, she said, "I’m sorry, I was trying to provoke you, but I can’t believe you’ve really crippled your mind. The game we’re playing is truly ruthless, isn’t it?"

Her voice and expression seemed genuinely pained.

"You..." Dalin was at the edge of her patience. Every word, every move from Selina pushed her closer to breaking.

Just as she thought she couldn’t stand another second talking to this bitch, Selina spoke again.

"What’s that in your hand?" She asked, one brow raised, curious.

Selina had been playing with her all along, doing an excellent job at getting under her skin, and she was satisfied with that. Still, the thought crossed her mind that Dalin hadn’t come just to join the team but might also be bringing a gift along with her truce offer. Though she didn’t want someone like Dalin on her side, she knew every piece of information was valuable. At the very least, she wanted to find out what Dalin was holding.

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