As the light reached his calf, the full structure of the boots appeared. They could be said to be made of metal just from their appearance. Even the strings tightening them appeared silk like but they seemed to have steel properties.
The sole of the boots itself could be said to be made from steel. The blue glow had already reached his knees and it was like black pants were forming. At the knee level, one could see the pockets that appeared on the side.
The blue glow reached his thighs and and more pockets appeared. These pockets could be used to store daggers. Some could even be used to carry shot guns and pistols. Marx realized that his stats could enable him to gain a dagger soon.
The blue glow reached his waist. Two pockets appeared infront and two behind. There were belt straps around the waist and a belt materialized on the belt straps. The belt was also black but it had a lion head roaring. Just looking at it showed its majesty.
The suit somehow could form any type of cloth he wanted. If he wanted the pants alone, that was it. As the glow went up, it appeared to be forming what appeared like a coat. The coat felt as smooth as the surface of a tile and almost twice as hard.
But its flexibility was the same of normal clothes. It could even be said to be more flexible than normal clothes. There were several side pockets and a lot of pockets that appeared on the chest. Marx opened his hands as he felt the suit forming on his armpits.
The glow reached his elbows and there were almost five pockets on each of his biceps. The glow went forward to the wrist where it seemed to stop. There were other pockets on the arm that could fit a dagger.
At the wrist, there were several changes when the glow went forward. There were what appeared like square outline tiles on it. He could guess that that was where the Laser bullets could be fired from.
The rest appeared like gloves but they were soft and almost elastic. They had the same properties of the gloves that produced the Fist Torpedoes. On the palms, the gloves had a lion head roaring. Marx did not know about the obsession with the lion on the suit.
He wanted to refer himself like the angel of death. He felt the suit form on his neck. The blue light converged at the top of his head. It could be said like a mask but it was the helmet Marx could have received.
The suit appeared tough but it did not hinder him. Even as he looked from right to left, up to down, he was not obstracted. Well, Marx realized something about this suit. He could not use the full suit for a long time.
Why call it a full suit... It was the full suit shell. He could not use it for long. He decided to ask the system how long he could use it.
You can use the helmet alone for one hour. You can use the coat and pants and boots for two hours. You can use the pants and boots for as long as possible.> Marx could not hold back his smile. He had just found permanent pants and shoes. He could now go out there and beat those soldier into pulp. He even forgot to ask the properties of the shell. The walls blocking the core tech or where the core tech was crumbled as he walked forward. Marx could not help but awe the shell's weight. Had his stats not increased, he was sure the thirty minutes could have been two. He saw Jerry laying on the ground. The backpack was on his back laying on it. Jerry saw the new person approach and it cuddled on the bag. It stared with scared eyes. If only Marx knew what this monkey had just witnessed the twelve hours he had been out. He did not get why Jerry was acting like he did not know him. It was then he realized that he still had the helmet masking his face. He smiled sheepishly as he retracted it. He saw Jerry's face brighten up. The little guy must have missed him. He bent to pick the little guy and carried him on his chest. "Don't worry. This is just temporary. I will get changed after a while," Marx comforted the little guy. It had given him the gaze asking why he had such weird clothings. But the suit was cool especially for Marx. He appeared like a top mercenary or one of the elites. Elites wore similar suits to his. It was to be expected for they had used this suit as the reference. The little guy did not enjoy being pressed on the hard body and he climbed to his usual right shoulder. Marx just smiled as he prepared to head back to the basement. He really wanted to test his gun and he was about to meet test subjects. Marx told Jerry to get into the bag and wait for him there at the entrance. He could not risk the little guy's life again. He was confident in surviving but not in protecting the third party... "Gun..." He said and the system obliged. The gun materialized in his arms. It felt very light currently. He could now use it properly. He did not enjoy the pressure that usually bumped on his chest when it was supposed to be at the shoulder. *** The group of 89 had waited the whole night but there was still nothing. They had gotten tired of the wait. They were all sitting on the tables. They had just finished charging their guns few minutes ago. They stared at the number 10 scientist. She had not taken her eyes off the door for more than five minutes. She had been tapping her wrist watch all this time. They did not know before that the watches could have such features. It was only four hours ago that she had announced that she had called for reinforcement. The group of 89 stared at her like she was mad. Could she not see that these were all men? 89 of them? Only that they were scared of her or they would have done unimaginable things to her. She was a beauty and her figure was enough to send all these men into a fantasy world. Even the lab coat she had been wearing few hours ago did a very poor job in hiding her shape. Then, she had removed it... She was wearing a sleeveless blouse that only reached below her navel. Then she wore blue tighting jeans... One could only imagine the level of self control these men were displaying currently. It was four hours already and the reinforcement would be here in almost the next ten minutes. She had said she had asked for another 100 guards. They felt like she was looking down on them. Especially when they heard that it was a brat they were fighting. They had watched the lady remove two watches from two of the dead scientists. Weren't these watches impossible to remove? How could she easily remove it? They could just accept that they were still lacking in knowledge. They had seen her operate all three of them and put them into her back pocket. The number 10 looked at them after this and had a smile on her face. She could tell that the reinforcements had arrived. After seven minutes, the entrance was flooded with guards. All were not men, this time the squad was made up of more ladies than men but the room had more men than ladies. These new ladies helped lower the tension the number 10 had been feeling. It felt like she had just come out from a den of lions. All units should get ready. It has been quiet for long. All of you set up formation. It was the number 10 speaking. She seemed to have some tactical knowledge. The formation she created was such that a group of twenty took positions by kneeling on one knee ten meters from the invisible entrance. They formed two lines and each of them had their fingers on the trigger. The orders were simple. Shoot to kill. Then she placed abother unit behind this one with a separation of ten meters. She assigned this unit a group of thirty. Two lines with 15 each. The orders were to fire at sight and shoot to kill. Then for the rest, she told them to take cover behind the desks. The number was still high that was unassigned and the 100 new team was told to climb the stairs and line up in pairs. They did so though they did not enjoy taking command from her. But their general was nothing but an ant in her presence. The general who was a man of almost 6'6 was standing next to her. "Lets go wait at the top entrance. We must survive to report this," the number 10 said to the general. The general always felt better taking lead but he could only oblige. He followed her and they stood as the 'last line' of defense. The guards on the stairs were all in pairs. They were each separated by a flight of ten steps from the next group. This prolonged for a whole kilometer until the last step. Then there was a whole number of 39 guards behind the tables. Each one of them leaning on it and their fingers on the trigger. This group had spent the whole night waiting in this manner but there had been no change. Then, there was a standing group of thirty. They had two lines across each with fifteen guards. Then there was a group of twenty that was ten meters away from the target entrance and ten meters from the group of thirty. Then an order came from the communication devices. "Maintain the formation. Anyone who breaks the formation will suffer the shackles of the military law," this was an order from the general. Though they were not officially of the military, they knew about the military law. The wall opened and the first and second unit all started firing...