[Titan’s Aegis]
[Rank: Rare★]
[Type: Heavy Defensive Armor]
Adapts to fit the wearer, providing unparalleled physical defense. Grants moderate regeneration, restoring health gradually over time.
The description made the armor seem like a Mythical-rank item rather than a Rare-rank one.
Michael had to admit, though—it looked incredibly sturdy. Also, it looked cool.
And most importantly…
“It covers the entire body. As long as they’re not asked any questions or take off the armor, they won’t be recognized, right?”
The Titan Aegis was a full set of armor.
While it lacked a helmet, it came with a robe-like hood and a nose mask that concealed half the face.
With the armor perfectly adjusting to the orcs’ humanoid bodies, Michael believed that by covering the rest of their faces, their race would remain undetectable even up close.
Already, it was difficult to distinguish the orcs from unusually tall humans when their hoods were pulled low.
Compared to the intimidating male orcs, the female orcs looked almost maiden-like in their human-style dresses.
Michael had tried to match their sizes based on his impressions, opting for a classic fashion sense—which may or may not have turned out well.
“It’s ironic, but the ladies might have to stay as cave dwellers for a while. No way I’m taking them to civilization like this,” Michael muttered.
Unless, of course, he equipped them with armor too—which, fortunately, he still had plenty of.
However, this was a problem for his future self, one that he’d address after returning to the real world.
Then, he’d attempt another round of {Undead Summoning}, followed by evolving whatever undead he summoned and dismissing them to the Netherworld.
Thinking of his plans, Michael glanced at the talent section of his panel.
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[Talent: Infinite Evolution]
Evolution Points: 31
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Thirty-one points.
A decent stock, easily replenished tomorrow thanks to his full 40 contract slots.
With these points, Michael could evolve several rare Rank 1 undead.
The thought pleased him, though it lacked the thrill he once felt when he first unlocked his talent.
Back then, evolving to even three common-rank undead had been exciting.
Now, advancing to Rank 1 only brought satisfaction, not elation.
Michael doubted evolving his undead to Rank 1 now would impact his stats at this stage.
Only key undead like Lucky and Prince would offer substantial growth now.
The feedback system had its nuances.
For necromancers, the stronger an undead, the greater the feedback—so long as the vessel receiving it could handle the overflow.
It was like pouring water into a cup: a small vessel overflowed quickly, limiting growth, while a larger one could absorb more before spilling.
Similarly, Michael’s vassal(himself) had grown stronger, a larger cup requiring greater feedback to see significant growth.
After taking one last look around to ensure he hadn’t missed anything and dismissing the undead he could back into the Netherworld, Michael reconnected his consciousness to his body in the real world.
Soon, a pair of green eyes opened in a well-lit room.
When Michael had left the Land of Origin, it was already getting quite dark.
Naturally, in the real world, it would only be darker—and this was confirmed when he grabbed his phone and saw that it was a few minutes past 11 PM.
It was very late, but since the Association operated 24/7, Michael could still head out—and that was exactly what he planned to do.
After washing his face, he grabbed his phone and stepped out of his hotel room, only to find the door of the room directly opposite his opening at the same time.
A middle-aged man emerged, and their eyes met immediately.
Michael frowned slightly.
There was something familiar about the man’s aura—it felt strangely intimate.
Additionally, Michael’s senses picked up traces of elemental energy subtly converging around him.
“A supernatural?” Michael immediately suspected.
Unfortunately, before he could say anything, the man simply nodded at him and went back inside his room.
“Weird. His aura feels so familiar.” Michael was puzzled. The man’s mana signature gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, even though it was faint.
“Whatever. Anyone who can give me this kind of feeling is probably a supernatural. I’ve been running into so many of them these past few days that seeing one in a random hotel isn’t even surprising anymore.”
Michael shook off the thought.
He closed his hotel room door, went down to the reception, returned the room key, and headed toward the Supers Association branch.
With the city shrouded in darkness, Michael felt slightly more unrestrained.
Taking a shortcut through a dim alley, he glanced around to ensure no one was nearby.
After confirming he wasn’t being watched, he vanished.
A few seconds later, he reappeared in another dark alley just a few meters away from the Supers Association branch building.
“That felt great!”
For the first time since his Awakening, Michael had fully utilized his stats like a proper supernatural—and the feeling was exhilarating.
However, while he was still thrilled, he couldn’t ignore the slight fear lingering in the back of his mind.
Moving at such high speeds had been both exciting and unnerving.
Everything around him felt too slow, as if time had paused, while he himself moved at an incredible pace.
The sheer control he had to maintain to avoid smashing into people—which would surely kill them—or colliding with buildings made his heart race.
Even so, Michael loved the experience.
Not only did it feel incredible, but something that would have taken 20 minutes at a normal walking pace had taken him mere seconds.
Emerging from the alley into the bright streets as if nothing had happened, Michael calmly made his way toward the Association building.
Upon reaching it, he stepped through its open doors without hesitation.
The interior of the Association was brightly lit, but noticeably emptier than it would have been during the day.
Though Michael only interacted with a few staff members, his frequent visits had made some faces familiar to him—yet none of those familiar faces were present now.
Clearly, even in the supernatural world, there was such a thing as shift rotations.
Not bothering to dwell on it, Michael headed straight for the trade center, where he was greeted by yet another unfamiliar face behind the counter.
