Then, a sudden idea struck Tristan's mind. "Dagger, do you record every time I use this suit?" he curiously inquired.
"Yes, sir," Dagger promptly responded.
"Show me all the footage, Dagger," Tristan commanded.
As Dagger displayed the recorded footage, Tristan was left utterly astonished by what he witnessed. The playback spanned an entire year, revealing Tristan's numerous encounters while wearing the armor suit, primarily when battling colossal creatures.
Each fight with the monsters featured their names, powers, and capabilities. Tristan managed to defend himself or drive away the beasts most of the time.
One fight showcased his encounter with Viperosaur, a semi-giant snake-like creature. It possessed poisonous spit and deadly venom-filled fangs. Although Tristan could not land a significant blow on the swift creature, he successfully chased it away using the suit's resilient defense mechanisms.
Several footage depicted Tristan battling Grimclaw, a bear-like monster with sharp claws and spine spikes. The beast possessed immense strength, capable of shattering large rocks with its powerful blows. While Tristan's armor could withstand the full force of the creature's strikes, each blow gradually diminished the shield's power by 30%.
There were also numerous instances of Tristan fighting and exterminating Verminix, giant cockroach-like bugs the size of calves. These creatures preyed on larger beings, dismembering them with their bladed front legs and scissor-like mouths. Tristan's armor featured sensors to detect these bugs, and its plates were far stronger than their cutting appendages. However, due to their sheer numbers, Tristan could only eliminate enough bugs to create an escape route.
As he watched this footage, doubts and fears started to creep into Tristan's mind. He questioned whether his physical abilities and skills were sufficient to survive in this treacherous world. Suddenly, Dagger warned him of three people approaching his room.
Tristan hastily instructed Dagger to disengage the armor suit. The cabinet immediately opened, inviting Tristan to enter. Within seconds, the mechanical arms within the cabinet swiftly and smoothly removed the suit. Tristan stepped out of the cabinet and returned to his warm bed.
Shortly after, he heard footsteps and murmurs approaching. The sounds came to a stop, followed by three knocks on the door.
"Who is it?" Tristan asked.
"Excuse me, Master Tristan. We are the serving staff, sir. We have come to deliver your lunch, sir," replied someone from behind the door.
"Okay, come on in."
"Yes, Master Tristan."
Three young ladies in their 30s, dressed in elegant and clean uniforms resembling French maid attire, entered Tristan's room. Their beauty was apparent for their age, and their outfits featured longer skirts to maintain a modest appearance. However, their form-fitting tops accentuated their curves and bosom, crafted from lightweight and comfortable fabric.
Each woman pushed a large trolley filled with delectable dishes and beverages. "We apologize for the delay in delivering your lunch, sir," the tallest lady, who appeared to be the head maid, expressed.
Tristan responded politely, "No worries. I don't feel hungry at the moment."
"Thank you, sir. We will arrange all the food and drinks on the table," the head maid replied. With efficiency and occasional glances toward Tristan, they transferred the contents from the trolleys to the central table in the room.
One of the ladies prepared a plate full of food and approached Tristan, while another carried a glass and a sizable jug. Tristan halted them in their tracks, surprising the plate carrier and causing a slight tremor in her hands.
"What are you doing? Planning to spoon-feed me?" Tristan inquired.
"Yes, sir. We were informed that you are unwell and in need of rest. We intended to assist you by spoon-feeding you, sir," the head maid explained, standing near the table and addressing the approaching servers.
Tristan chuckled and said, "Wow... thanks, ladies. But no thanks. I can manage to sit up and eat on my own. I'm fit enough, and despite being cute like a baby, I am not one."
The three ladies giggled at Tristan's jest. "Okay, let me get up and join you at the table," Tristan suggested. He promptly rose and made his way to the table.
Before Tristan reached the table, the two ladies swiftly arranged the plate, glass, and jug they carried, then pulled out a chair for him. As Tristan settled in, the three ladies positioned themselves a few meters away, attentively observing him.
"So... are you planning to watch me eat?" Tristan asked, a mix of curiosity and politeness. Such treatment was unfamiliar to him.
"Yes, sir. We were also instructed to keep you company until you finish your meal, sir," the head maid responded. "Furthermore, if you desire a massage during or after your lunch, sir, or any other service you may wish for, please let us know."
Tristan nearly choked upon hearing the offer. "Anything?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir. Absolutely anything you desire," the head maid affirmed, her smile suggesting a mischievous understanding of Tristan's thoughts.
"Hahahaha..." Tristan burst into laughter unexpectedly, but the ladies maintained their smiles, their eyes revealing a playful allure.
"Thank you for indulging me, ladies. However, I prefer to dine alone and enjoy some peace," Tristan politely declined their offer.
"Your wish is our command, sir. We will be just outside your room. Should you require anything, please knock on the door," the leader assured him.
"Very well," Tristan replied. "Wait, can I simply shout from the room?" he inquired casually. This simple question led to a moment of confusion between the servers as they exchanged puzzled glances.
"I apologize, sir, but your room is soundproof from the outside. While you can hear someone approaching, the room prevents sound transmission to anyone outside unless they are standing directly before the door," the head maid explained, attempting to provide clarification without sounding lecturing.
"Oh, yes... I forgot about that," Tristan admitted. "I'm sorry for asking. I suppose my memory is still not functioning properly," he continued, gesturing a circular motion near his head using his index finger.
The three servers giggled at Tristan's response before stating, "Alright then, sir. We will leave you in peace." They gracefully exited the room with the same elegance they displayed upon entering.
Now alone with the enticing spread of food and drink, Tristan's mouth watered at the sight. The dishes resembled those he had encountered in his previous life as Tristan Quinn—steaks, fish, fruits, potatoes, and bread—reminiscent of the culinary offerings in his former world.
The drinks were presented in large jugs containing refreshing water and something akin to wine or grape juice. Suddenly, Tristan felt an overwhelming hunger and thirst. It had been so long since he had last eaten or drank that he couldn't even recall when it had been in this world or his previous one.
He eagerly indulged in every morsel of food and sip of drink on the table, relishing the flavors and enjoying the solitude. At that moment, despite the presence of monsters in this realm, Tristan found solace in the familiar comforts of food, drink, and the possibility of companionship with the ladies—reminiscent of the world he had once called home.