Can a Frankenstein's monster be an adventurer?

Chapter 110 T-800 Rune Armor

The notification sound subsided in my mind, and the [Condensation-Melting] process was completely completed.

On each plate of the full set of heavy armor, faint runes appeared, flashed twice, and then disappeared beneath the metal surface.

The complex rune array gradually converged to the very center of the breastplate, finally settling steadily on a slightly thick breastplate in the center.

Luo Lan lowered her head and looked at the armor, which was not much different from her previous one.

He extended his right hand, which was covered by a gauntlet, and gently pressed two knuckles against the faintly glowing rune on his chest.

The entire suit of armor reacted immediately.

The orange runes on his chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, activating the magic circuits that covered his entire heavy armor.

"Click—"

With the combined effects of the [Compression] and [Transformation] enchantments, the shoulder armor shrank into the chest armor first, followed closely by the arm armor. The metal plates folded and compressed layer by layer, producing a series of soft clicking sounds.

Leg armor, iron boots, gloves—all converged towards the chest, guided by the [Transformation] rune loop.

In the end, all that remained of Luo Lan's body was a small piece of dense metal, compressed to the size of a fist, stuck to the inner fabric of her clothes, gleaming with a dim orange light.

The entire suit of heavy armor transformed within two seconds.

Luo Lan transformed from a fully armed knight into an ordinary young man wearing a coarse cloth undershirt.

Wearing only a thin linen shirt underneath, Luo Lan looked down at the sleek, intricately patterned metal block with cold-looking runes on her chest.

He raised his hand again and pressed his thumb heavily onto the surface of the metal block.

"Click click click click—"

A series of crisp metallic clicking sounds suddenly rang out.

This dense, runic metal instantly unfolded like a blooming iron lotus.

Countless tiny metal scales spliced ​​together and extended, spreading rapidly along Luo Lan's torso and limbs.

The cold, metallic feel of the heavy armor enveloped my skin and flesh once again.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Lan transformed back into the fully armed, heavily armored knight.

Even the standard helmet, following the extension of the armor, directly covered Luo Lan's head, and the visor automatically fell down with a crisp "click" sound.

Luo Lan stood still and stretched her limbs.

The armor, which is directly applied by the rune effect, has a much smoother fit at the joints than the original belt buckle.

However, being able to put on the armor by pressing a switch on the chest with your hand is still not convenient enough.

Luo Lan tried to stop physically touching the armor with his hands and instead focused his attention on manipulating the armor's [Transformation] runes through his mental "spiritual power".

Just like consuming "spiritual energy" to activate a skill, treat this heavy armor as part of your body.

With a thought flashing through her mind, Luo Lan focused her attention on her left hand.

The heavy metal gauntlet covering his left hand seemed to receive a command and immediately retracted.

The metal armor plates contracted and reassembled along the forearm, eventually forming a thickened arm guard structure in the middle of the forearm, allowing the entire left hand to emerge completely from the gauntlet.

The rest of the body remains fully armed and impeccably protected.

Luo Lan raised her left hand and looked at it, then repeatedly experimented with the local contraction and full-body expansion techniques.

[good----]

Luo Lan looked at these metallic materials that could change shape at will.

He even tried to refine it to a certain extent: focusing his mental energy on the nail of his right forearm, he commanded the [Transformation] rune to create a coin-sized hole on the inside of his wrist.

This small hole in the copper coin can be used as a nozzle for spraying acid.

With another thought, the hole closed, and the nail surface was restored to its original state.

[This feels a bit like nanotech armor in a Western fantasy style.]

Standing in the dimly lit guest room, Luo Lan looked down at his brand-new armor, feeling completely satisfied.

"Click."

Luo Lan pressed the rune on his chest one last time, and the entire heavy armor quickly shrank.

The heavy, oppressive metallic feel of the armor vanished without a trace within two breaths, leaving only a cool, dense metal disc on the chest, clinging tightly to the inner garment.

Feeling the comfort of her muscles relaxing, Luo Lan let out a long sigh. The feeling of having complete control over her clothes was indeed quite pleasant.

After blowing out the oil lamp, Luo Lan lay down on the narrow bed fully clothed.

Lying on my back on the slightly stiff but sun-dried hay-scented bed, I soon drifted into a relaxing sleep.

The next day, as dawn broke.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and the hazy light of dawn seeped in through the window cracks, casting shadows on the mottled wooden floor.

Inside the lobby on the first floor, the proprietress was already busy in the kitchen.

In the tavern's main hall, Luo Lan sat on a wooden chair next to a wooden table, on which a nutritious and well-balanced breakfast was already laid out.

Two thick slices of smoked meat, sizzling with oil and slightly charred edges, were placed next to three perfectly cooked sunny-side-up eggs, their yolks still wobbling slightly.

A large bowl of soft, thick oatmeal porridge was served in a wooden bowl, topped with a layer of crushed nuts and a few dried wild berries.

In addition, there was a small basket of freshly baked rye bread with a golden and crispy crust, steaming hot when cut open.

The aroma of wheat, meat, and the lingering scent of alcohol from last night mingled together.

The proprietress came out from the kitchen, placing a wooden cup of foamy ale on the corner of the table. She said to Luo Lan, who was eating, "Eat as much as you like, there's more if you're still hungry—"

The proprietress wore a large apron, her movements exuding a languid yet efficient air, as if she had just woken up from a hangover.

The proprietress's words were still on her lips when the tavern door was pushed open from the outside.

The morning mist seeped in through the crack in the door, followed by Rom's steady footsteps.

Rom walked ahead, his iron sword slung across his shoulder, the dew still clinging to his leather armor.

Ollie followed behind him, slapping his thigh with the scabbard of his short sword at his waist, walking quickly.

Rom greeted the two people in the tavern warmly: "Hey, good morning, Brother Rom, good morning, Onia."

The tavern owner, known as "Onia," glanced from the top of Rom's head to the tip of his boots, casually draped a rag over her shoulder, and curled her lip slightly: "What? Here to freeload again?"

Rom coughed awkwardly twice, adjusted his collar uncomfortably, and his gaze lingered for a second on the landlady's ambiguous smile before quickly shifting to Luo Lan beside him: "Ahem, I'm here to talk business with Brother Luo Lan, aren't I?"

Oli was clearly used to the little exchanges between his master and the landlady. Without stopping, he bypassed Rom and ran to Roland: "Uncle Roland, where's Miss Emily? Isn't she with you?"

The boy stared wide-eyed, filled with curiosity about the little fairy that could only fly.

Luo Lan picked up the wooden cup, took a large gulp of the slightly bitter ale, swallowed it down, and then put the cup down, replying, "I don't know, maybe they haven't gotten up yet? Asking a fairy won't help—"

Before Luo Lan could finish speaking, a long yawn came from the stairwell.

"Waaaah!"

The little fairy Emily yawned widely, her long, sky-blue hair looking rather messy.

The pretty floral wreath is tilted on its head, and its eyes are half-closed with sleep.

It had a pair of red and blue wings on its back, which drooped weakly and flapped intermittently.

She wobbled and flew into the air, hovering above everyone's heads. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she muttered, "You big guys, why don't you know how to enjoy sleeping in? Getting up so early, life is missing out on so much fun—"

Luo Lan casually picked up a bright red apple from the fruit basket on the table, weighed it in her hand, and tossed it toward Emily's swaying figure.

The apple traced a famous arc, growing larger and larger in Emily's vision.

The little fairy's drowsy eyes widened instantly, and it reflexively flapped its wings twice, bouncing back half a foot.

"oops!"

Emily frantically waved her arms and legs in the air, and with great effort, she finally managed to hug the red apple, which was bigger than her head.

This commotion chased away Emily's last bit of sleepiness.

She steadied herself, annoyed, clutching the apple, her cheeks flushed as red as the apple itself, and yelled at Luo Lan, "Luo Lan, what are you doing all of a sudden?"

Luo Lan smiled and said, "See? You're all refreshed now. By the way, those apples and the fruit basket on the table are breakfast that the landlady left for you."

Emily stomped her feet angrily in mid-air, her wings flapping violently behind her, sending up colorful phosphorescent powder: "Hmph! I'll get it myself if I want to eat it, you don't need to suddenly throw it at me!"

Even so, Emily opened her little mouth and took a big bite out of the big apple.

The sweet juice soothed her throat and eased the little fairy's complexion considerably.

Onia, the owner of the kitchen, watched the noisy scene with a smile.

After some preparation, she also brought out breakfast for Rom and his apprentice Ollie.

The proprietress placed a tray in front of Ollie containing a fried egg, three thick sausages, and two thick slices of white bread.

He patted the boy on the shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of elder's concern: "Young man, eat more; it might help you grow stronger."

Then the proprietress walked up to Rom and placed a plate full of soup and fried fish on it.

Rom picked up his knife and fork, his calloused hands stiffening slightly. Just as he was about to start eating, Onia stretched out a hand and blocked Rom's path, staring intently into his eyes: "—You still haven't answered my question from last time. Do you need to think about it for so long?"

Sensing the "gossip" undertones, Roland and Emily simultaneously stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Rom.

Rom stiffened, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his weathered old face.

The old soldier kept his head down, his gaze shifting between the smoked fish on his plate. He said in a low voice, "After this goblin incident is over, I'll definitely give Onia a definite answer, I promise! As long as everyone returns safely—"

""

Onia rolled her eyes at Rom, annoyed, and snorted heavily, "You jinx! What peace and safety? Eat your breakfast."

The proprietress withdrew her hand and turned briskly to walk towards the kitchen.

Rom could only sit in his seat and let them laugh.

The proprietress walked to the kitchen door curtain, muttering something under her breath. Luo Lan only vaguely heard the words "old blockhead".

At the other table, Oli shrugged, unfazed, as Luo Lan and Emily looked over.

The boy, his mouth stuffed with fried eggs and sausage, mumbled indistinctly, "That's how my master is. He's very calm when things get serious, but he's a completely different person when he's with the landlady. Ouch!"

"You brat, eat your food properly!"

Before Ollie could finish speaking, Rom smacked him hard on the head.