novellhall Chapter 71: A Physique of 6.1! A Sense of Security in Copper Transformation
Chapter 71: A Physique of 6.1! A Sense of Security in Copper Transformation
After seeing Hill off, Evan straightened his suit jacket and walked along the street toward the New Haven Hotel.
"Judging from Hill's reaction, my physique is much stronger than that of a normal Witcher apprentice, but it should still be inferior to that of Senior Brother Richard."
Thinking to myself, I glanced at the scenery around me.
The atmosphere of New Haven streets at night is completely different from that of Bolton.
There are significantly fewer low-level workers here.
Among the crowds walking on the street, there were mostly technicians and factory engineering assistants dressed relatively well, wearing top hats and gold-rimmed glasses.
And then there are the bank clerks who carry small briefcases and rush into coffee shops right after get off work, without even having time to go home.
Their clothing did not bear the marks of coal dust and oil stains typical of Guding Street; rather, it exuded a dignified air that belonged to the marginal middle class, bestowed upon them by the electrical revolution.
Ivan, hidden in the shadows, activated his Demon Hunter Vision and silently scanned several passersby.
No extraordinary aura was detected.
At present, New Haven's industrial level is at least half a step more advanced than that of Bolton.
There are a large number of arms manufacturers here.
Countless workshops worked day and night to produce rifles, revolvers, and bullet primers for the United States Army.
This city is known as the United States Arsenal.
The area also boasts a highly developed watchmaking industry, resulting in a large number of skilled workers and apprentices proficient in precision machining throughout the city.
Most importantly, it is the birthplace of the world's first commercial telephone exchange.
In New Haven, it is quite common for upper-middle-class families to have home telephones.
A large number of jobs such as telephone operators, technicians, and telephone exchange clerks were created, giving rise to a relatively respectable clerical class.
As Evan walked, he silently made plans in his mind.
"No wonder University of Michigan chose to build its office here."
He gazed at the New Haven Hotel, which was gradually approaching.
"Compared to Bolton, a dock city controlled by the old aristocracy and gangsters..."
"It's definitely much more convenient here."
"Since this place is so developed, there must be plenty of opportunities for drug trials, right?"
Ivan's eyes lit up: "Come over and hang out sometime when you have time."
He thought to himself that he had made it back to the hotel without incident.
Ivan, however, was completely immune to the extravagance of this "most luxurious hotel in New Haven".
After all, the so-called "luxury" of this era, no matter how much it's fussed over, can't compare to the chain five-star hotels in his original world in the 21st century that are always adorned with gold and jade.
As he entered the lobby, he even expressed his disdain for the enormous crystal chandelier.
This light bulb actually has a tungsten filament, a yellowish color, and its brightness is only slightly stronger than that of a gas lamp.
He took out the bronze identity plaque engraved with the Hearst family crest from the inside pocket of his suit.
The moment the waiter at the door, wearing white gloves, saw the sign, he immediately flashed a professional, flawless smile.
"Please follow me, sir."
The waiter led him through the lobby, which was covered with a deep red carpet, and onto the elevator, which required a human operator and had brass railings.
Fifth floor.
Karp was already standing outside a door at the end of the corridor, having just completed the security arrangements for the evening.
Seeing that Ivan had returned on time, he glanced at his pocket watch and nodded in satisfaction.
"You'll be on watch for the second half of the night tonight."
His tone shifted to that of task assignment.
"The main working hours tomorrow will be around noon. In the morning, Miss will visit the families of several local British aristocrats."
"The game starts at 1 o'clock. You must be ready before 12 o'clock."
"Your main task is to maintain safety and order in and out of the spectator area. Don't let those guys get close to the ladies."
"You are free to do as you please after 4:30."
"Be back for night duty before 7:30 p.m."
Ivan nodded.
"clear."
He was then led to the room where he would be staying that night.
The security guard's room is a double room.
Two narrow beds were placed side by side against the wall, separated by a small walnut wood cabinet.
Ivan checked to make sure no one else was in the room as he entered.
His partner should be on duty outside the other woman's room at this moment.
He immediately picked up his small briefcase and locked himself in the attached bathroom.
Lock the door.
Confirm that there is no one under the door crack.
Ivan stood in front of the oval mirror embedded above the marble washbasin and took a deep breath.
He pressed "Confirm Activation" heavily on the panel.
Immediately, a harsh, metallic taste, almost like rust, filled his mouth.
The taste wasn't something you could smell from the outside; it seeped out from deep within his tongue and gums.
at the same time.
A violent explosion erupted in his chest.
Numerous complex yellow-red veins burst forth from his heart, like a rapidly growing metal root beneath his skin, spreading in all directions along the trajectory of each blood vessel.
Beneath every inch of skin, these yellow-red veins are being re-laid out at a visible speed.
Ivan abruptly closed his eyes.
A strange, indescribable sound rang in his ears.
The source of those sounds was not inside this bathroom at all.
Some of the voices were incredibly deep.
It was like an echo coming from the depths of an underground tomb that had been sealed for centuries.
Some of the sounds were incredibly distant and resonant.
It was like a broken murmur drifting slowly from a distant place, belonging to some kind of abyss.
"Ha Si! Ha Si! Ha Si..."
Whether it was a roar or the sound of Hakimi breathing, it kept exploding from the inside of his eardrums.
The eerie cries severely impacted his mental state.
The constant dizziness made him feel like the world was spinning.
Ivan clenched his teeth tightly.
Fortunately, his mental strength is a 3.5, which is enough to show his resilience and strength.
The whole process lasted about ten minutes.
When the eerie sounds finally subsided, Evan suddenly opened his eyes.
I don't see any change in my appearance when I look in the mirror.
However, the texture of his entire body is completely different now.
Ivan raised his hand, slowly clenching and then releasing it.
With each clench of his fist, he could hear a new, slight friction sound from inside his joints, a sound that felt like brass.
His physical attributes were enhanced once again.
It rose from 5.436 to 6.186.
Ivan stretched his shoulders.
The entire body was filled from the inside out by an explosive force.
Physical endurance is like an inexhaustible well; each breath replenishes it more thoroughly than the last.
Their eyesight is so sharp that they can count the edges of every single water droplet on the mirror.
My ears clearly caught the soft sound of a cigarette butt being flicked against the edge of the ashtray in the next room.
The texture of the skin also changed.
Evan pinched his face hard with his thumbnail.
Skin enhanced by cadaveric cyst glands results in nail indentations only one-fifth the depth of normal skin.
He was even confident that his thick skin, which he now possessed in the truest sense, wouldn't bleed a drop even if a tailor's steel needle pierced it.
In addition to the leap in physical fitness.
Evan's mind raced.
His hands, along with the entire area of skin below his elbows, were instantly covered with a uniform, softly glowing brass color.
This change occurs from the bottom layer of the skin outwards, rather than being a coating.
The skin on his entire arm looked as if it had been completely reforged by an alchemist on the spot.
The muscle texture is still there, but the feel has turned into pure, tight metal.
Ivan raised his finger.
Each finger is as flexible as ever.
The copper-plated fingers can clench into a perfect fist, can make delicate movements like twisting a coin, and can bend and extend individually.
The flexibility is not affected in the slightest, and there is absolutely no clumsiness of metallic finish.
But he could clearly feel that the muscles and bones beneath that arm were no longer flesh and blood.
It is a brass warhammer with its own life!
Ivan held both hands up in front of his eyes.
Dang dang dang.
He tapped the forearm of his other hand a few times with the knuckles of one hand.
The crisp metallic clanging sound echoed for a few seconds in the small washroom.
"It's too solid."
He let out an involuntary sigh of admiration in his heart.
The thought crossed my mind again.
The brass color on the hands faded at a fluid speed, returning to normal human skin.
next second.
His head, along with his entire neck, instantly turned the same brass color.
"The Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill, is it?"
Evan stared at his bronze-faced reflection in the mirror and grinned.
He raised his hand and tapped his temple with one knuckle.
when!when!when!
The sound didn't feel like it was hitting a skull.
It's more like hitting a solid block of cast bronze.
Ivan then systematically tested the range and limitations of the copperization ability.
After repeated attempts, he confirmed several rules.
The first stage of copper plating can only cover two areas at the same time.
The location is calculated by region, not by volume.
The palm and forearm on one side are considered one part.
The neck and head are considered one body part.
The entire chest and upper abdomen are considered one area.
One side of the thigh and hip is considered one area.
……
And so on.
A maximum of two parts can be copperized simultaneously, and there are no conflicts between any parts.
He can even have one arm and half of his head bronzed simultaneously.
Ivan stood in front of the mirror, turning his head, neck, and entire upper body into a brass color.
The mirror reflected a strange figure with a glittering gold upper body and cheap suit pants on the lower body.
"This is fucking..."
He clicked his tongue inwardly.
"I feel so safe!!"