"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."
The old chief sat among the crowd, laughing and clapping. Soon, others followed, and the room erupted in applause.
Whether they genuinely wanted to congratulate Owen or not, it was undeniable that they were shocked by his scientific achievements.
When the armor opened, three people stepped out. They had no mana fluctuations at all—they were ordinary people. This was the most astonishing fact.
The rumors had already sounded outrageous, but Owen had turned them into reality. What kind of talent, what kind of genius was required to achieve this?
"As you can see, my latest creation, the War Machine I, allows even those without any combat skills or mana to wield the power of a master-tier mage.
Of course, I must thank Golden Chrysanthemum for providing the raw materials. These three sets of armor will be given to them free of charge."
