Chapter 58: Portal.
Thanks to Type 8-3 being the heavy piece of equipment it is, Dante couldn’t take a step without it causing a thunderous clang to echo through the empty corridor, and as if to make that worse, the cracks he left on the floor were clear tracks leading to his position.
One of the doors ahead opened and two rough-looking men stepped out to check. Both were startled by the armored figure running toward them, leaving them wide open for the iron-clad fists heading straight for their faces.
Though the stats said he had five times his usual strength, Dante didn’t really feel that way. The reason wasn’t that difficult to deduce. His human body was so weak that the time he could use each armor had to be limited to the extreme, and by consequence, he was incapable of drawing out the full potential of the boosts the armor grants.
He had enough strength to punch someone’s face in, at least, and that was more than enough for the time being. Well, as long as his opponents didn’t have bone enhancements or subdermal armor.
A set of stairs leading up was at the end of the corridor. As soon as he stepped on it, a sharp pang of pain coursed up Dante’s foot and traveled to his chest. Gritting his teeth, he noticed that the counter had reached the 28-second mark.
With less than half a minute remaining, the strain caused by Type 8-3 was starting to show its effects. Dante had ignored it for the one minute he had been inside the armor, but his joints were aching, and the strange force threatening to rip him apart was far stronger than it was when he wore Type 3-2.
As much as he liked the portal creating, people erasing armor, Dante didn’t know if he could wear it to the last second every time.
[Dante, I have finished compiling the gathered data into a holographic map.] Volcan spoke just as the counter hit 20. [Would you like me to display it on your OAM?]
’DO it!’