บท 63: Free

She couldn't believe that the rusted chestplate accepted him. After thousands of years doing nothing but rejecting Saviors left and right, this mysterious chest plate chose a 2nd stage Student Porter like Atlan. 

It had the chance to go for geniuses and young masters who are now powerful beings in their own right, but instead, it chose this unassuming youth.

"See, even that semi-sentient armor recognizes talent when it sees one." Lizzie beamed in joy.

Atlan looked down and saw that the rusted chestplate fit him perfectly.

Then, he suddenly felt his green battle suit vibrate and squirm as it suddenly turned into a liquid-like substance that enveloped the rusted chest plate like a new coat of paint.

He looked at the mirror to the side and saw that the chest plate was completely under the battle suit, showing only the edges and the general shape of the armor.