Chapter 6: Dark Storm suit
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[You Won – Necromancer Sub Class Unlocked]
Jace stared at the glowing system window, his mouth slightly open.
"This is why I don’t gamble… what kind of shitty luck is this?"
He expected something flashy. Powerful. A subclass that would turn him into a walking arsenal. But Necromancer? Raise the dead? Really? He wasn’t even a sorcerer. What was he supposed to do with that?
The light faded. So did his mood. He wore a frown all the way to bed but he didn’t sleep.
Instead, Jace sat cross legged at his workstation, the faint hum of machinery filling the silence.
He pulled up the Biomech Frame blueprint and began making changes, rerouting energy flow, refining the armor’s structure, and adjusting every detail he could optimize.
Jace wasn’t just assembling a suit he was creating his suit.
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[Blueprint Modification In Progress…]
[Energy Core Insufficient – Suggest Upgrade: Dark Pulse Reactor]
[Warning: Source location deemed high threat.]
Jace already knew where to find it; the location wasn’t the problem. The real challenge was surviving it.
But that too was part of the plan. All he needed now was time, trust and access to the right resources.
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The next morning Jace reported to the lab, walking with confidence.
Dr. Patrick was already there, hunched over an incomplete Biomech torso.
“The stabilization node’s off-sync,” Jace said, pointing at an overheating pulse coil.
Dr. Patrick blinked. “You’re right…” and so it began.
Day by day Jace offered solutions before failures even happened. Tweaking schematics reworking designs and stabilizing power flow before it overheated.
With the system’s help, his mind worked faster than most computers and little by little trust was earned.
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Two months later, the moment came and Jace created his first suit.
[Congratulations – Combat Suit Created]
[Suit Name: Dark Storm]
[Dark Storm Suit – Version 1.0]
Core Type: Customized Pulse Reactor
Suit Grade: Prototype / Elite-Class
Features:
– Arc Channel Gauntlets: Fires charged plasma arcs
– Shoulder Pulse Cannons: Dual-mounted, rapid energy blasts
– Magnetic Flight Thrusters: Mid-range airborne maneuvering
– Cloak Veil Generator: 10-second invisibility window
– Auto-Repair: Passive armor regeneration (slow rate)
– Virus Override Protocol: Can shut down other Biomech suits
Unique Effect – Storm Trigger:
Boosts speed & attack by 100% for 15 seconds after absorbing direct energy hits. Cooldown: 3 minutes.
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[Advanced Mechanic Class Achieved – Level 10]
[New Title Unlocked: Combat Engineer]
As he stood before his creation, another notification appeared:
[Mission Unlocked – Escape from the Red Scorpio Organisation Base]
Difficulty: High
Objectives:
– Secure energy core
– Avoid detection
– Neutralize pursuit
Reward:
– System Upgrade Key
– Mindforge Integration (Unlocks ability to fuse machine & magic blueprints for hybrid devices – Tech + Necro-based)
[Requires Sorcerer Class]
Jace smirked with his eye brow up. It seemed like he didn’t have a choice but to get the Sorcerer class.
But what was with the system and dead bodies? Was his bad luck going to keep hunting him?
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Jace quietly dismantled the Dark Storm Suit, storing each part in a sealed tech case. He moved quickly—silent, precise—then slipped into the maintenance shafts behind the wall panels, hiding the parts where no one would think to look.
Back in the surveillance room, alarms hadn’t gone off but red flags were rising.
“Get Dr. Patrick. Now,” the Commander barked.
One subordinate sprinted off while the Commander replayed the CCTV footage on loop.
Jace—X5452—wasn’t just moving parts. He was hiding them.
“He’s faking it,” one of the tech staff muttered.
“Obviously,” the Commander growled. “That bastard’s been playing us.”
Over the last two months, Jace had become their model soldier. Mastering shooting, hand-to-hand combat, swordplay. Training harder than anyone. Gaining access. Earning trust.
Even his guards had been reduced, but now it was a disaster.
The Branch Leader was coming today to personally assess the soldiers, and their so called “best creation” had turned out to be a traitor.
The Commander’s fist slammed into the table, denting metal.
“Code Red! Code Red!” he shouted into comms.
“All units: locate and capture X5452 by any means necessary! Lethal force is permitted unless you can bring him in alive!”
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Meanwhile…
Deep underground, Dr. Patrick was focused on something else.
Test Subject No. 29 lay motionless on the table, eyes closed and body paralyzed.
He wasn’t dead nor was he unconscious just trapped in a strange limbo as Patrick ran hundreds of scans.
This boy wasn’t like the others. His brain activity patterns were off the charts.
Patrick’s phone kept buzzing. First once. Then twice. Then a dozen times.
“WHAT!?” he finally snapped, answering.
“It’s X5452,” a nervous voice replied. “He was never brainwashed… he’s trying to escape!”
The blood drained from Patrick’s face. He stumbled back into his chair.
“No… no, no, no… he was perfect…”
They couldn’t afford to lose someone like Jace. Not now. Not ever.
Patrick rushed out of the lab never noticing the boy on the table twitching.
Test Subject 29’s eyes cracked open, just barely. His fingers twitched, weakly reaching out for one person.
Jace.
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At that same moment…
Jace reached for the door leading to the combat grounds, preparing to act like another day had begun.
But his system flashed:
[Incoming Message Detected…]
[Signal Source: Test Subject 0029 – Paralyzed]
"You h…ave b…een dis…covered… run!!"
[Message Integrity: 47% — Scrambled]
[WARNING: Enemy presence nearby!!!]
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Jace froze, but he understood. The message was clear enough. His eyes glowed blue as he stepped back slowly—there were soldiers behind the door. The system had just saved him. He’d been found out.
Jace took a deep breath. It was time.
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