Chapter 8: Forging Armor
Fang slowly exited his house, taking care to lock the door tightly. Sitting on the front steps, he drank deeply from a flagon of ale. The rumbling of carriages could be heard from far away. Standing up, he leaned against the post of his house. The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of his house. A haughty young man leaped out, gazing about his surroundings. Smirking to himself, he went up to Fang.
"How much for a room?" he inquired.
"500 silver," Fang replied,
Frowning slightly, the young man hesitated. In this moment, Fang's eyes flashed and he scanned the man before him.
[Lonlee Baruck]
[Title: Aide to the King of the Baruck Empire, Vyorton Baruck]
[System: Coiling Serpent Ring]
[Abilities: Serpent-Form Transformation]
[Massively talented in cultivation, subduing and raising monsters, etc.]
[Profound developmental and logical reasoning abilities]
Reading this, Fang smiled.
"For you, I shall discount the price to 200 silver," he said with a smiling face and warm tone.
Grateful, Lonlee pulled out a bag from his carriage. Handing over the required amount of money, he entered Fang's remodeled house. Shortly after finishing the day's work on the day before, Fang spent some time changing the structure of his house, making it more suitable for an inn. Throwing out all the unnecessary components, he created a small inn. In the current times, this was the best way to trap cultivators with systems who happened to be passing by. Whilst they were sleeping, he could steal their systems and then send them on their way before they realized the truth of the matter.
Lonlee entered the house, unaware of what was about to happen. Fang's arm stretched forward and pulled sharply. A greenish-azure cloud of fog was pulled from this man's chest. Smiling, Fang gobbled it up. Immediately a greenish aura spread throughout his body, effusing his bones with strength and vigor. A ding sound popped up within his mind, but he ignored it. After leading Lonlee to his room with his luggage, Fang retired to his own abode.
Gazing at the notification within his mind, he willed it to open.
[Open Coiling Serpent Ring System?]
'Yes,' he willed.
[Opening...]
[Processing...]
[Condensing....]
[Running Program...]
[Running Two-factor Authorization...]
[Biometric Scanning...]
[DING! Package has arrived.]
'Open,' Fang willed once more.
The package opened slowly. Silvery-blue rays of light were emitted from the box. A devilish aura filled the room. Blue fire blazed brightly at the center of the box. Flickering gently, it rose into the air and reformed into a helmet.
[Acquired Armor Piece. See Details?]
'Yes,' Fang willed.
[Opening...]
[Helmet of Plot Armor]
"..."
[Can be used to effectively avoid utter devastation]
[Essentially a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card]
[Nothing your opponents do can stop this technique]
[Once you have a complete set of plot armor, you will be able to evade absolute and certain death (or worse) for a maximum of two times before you are required to equip another set of plot armor]
[This helmet boosts your affinity for earth and wind]
"..."
"Such a thing exists....?" Fang pondered, gazing incredulously at the plot armor's stats.
Shaking his head, he immediately equipped the helmet.
Suddenly, there was an explosion of power as Fang looked up sharply.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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