Tristan was lying in his room with his hand on an IV. Next to the bed, he was sleeping on was the scientist who had upgraded Tristan's armor. The scientist now looks more like an ordinary human because he uses a device to disguise himself. He stood looking at his boss.
"I told you, didn't I? That Metal armor material, although light and strong, can poison living things. It's already very toxic to our species, let alone to humans? We don't know how the effect will be." The scientist explained. "Not to mention, you fought beyond your limits. You're in a very bad state."
"Then why do you guys keep making that damn thing?" Tristan massaged his fiery forehead. His joints were still sore and stiff. His body also felt frail. It's hard for him to just raise his hand.
