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A private room in AM Coven was spacious and lined with reinforced walls that hinted at its purpose: training and preparation.

August who was currently fully geared as Aleman with his technological helmet, stood before five men.

They were all ruggedly built with muscular frames that attested to years of hard labor at the factory.

Derrick had gathered them, vouching for their loyalty and capabilities.

Among them was Greg, the man who had once had a scuffle with August back in their factory days. Greg shifted uneasily but kept his composure, glancing occasionally at Aleman as if trying to discern something familiar about him.

The rest of the men stood with looks of curiosity as they stole glances at the high-tech figure before them.

Derrick stepped forward, breaking the silence. "Alright, listen up, fellas. You've been brought here for a reason. This is Aleman, the man behind AM Coven. He's the one offering you this opportunity."

One of the men with a shaved head stepped forward. "Mr. Aleman, sir, Derrick told us about the job. Ten grand a month? We're all in. Thank you for giving us this chance."

The others nodded, murmuring their gratitude.

Aleman's voice came out modulated, cool, and authoritative through the helmet. "This isn't just a job," he began. "AM Coven is not going to be an ordinary business. What I'm building here will attract attention—dangerous attention. You're not just signing up to be guards. You're signing up to protect something much bigger than yourselves."

Greg frowned while crossing his arms. "What kind of danger are we talking about?"

The glowing visor of Aleman's helmet cast an eerie light on their faces as he slightly tilted his head. "The kind that doesn't play by the rules. The kind that could endanger your lives if you're not prepared."

The room fell silent.

Derrick gave them a reassuring nod from the side. "That's why you'll be trained and equipped properly. Trust me, you've never seen anything like what Aleman's about to show you."

Aleman extended his hand and opened his inventory panel.

One by one, items materialized in the room. First came the Titan Arms Mk II, gleaming robotic arms that looked like they belonged in a sci-fi movie.

Then the Fleetfoot Greaves, the Aegis Plate, and a collection of traps and gadgets, including the Echo Core and Snapbomb Traps.

The men stared with both disbelief and confusion.

'Did he just make these things appear out of thin air?'

"What the hell is this?" Greg muttered while stepping closer to inspect the robotic arms.

Aleman calmly picked up one of the Titan Arms and slid it onto his right arm. The device latched onto his suit with a satisfying click, glowing faintly with energy cells.

Without a word, he raised the arm and aimed at a glass panel positioned in the center of the room.

A low vibration filled the air as the arm charged.

"Watch closely," Aleman instructed.

He fired.

A concentrated beam of silver energy shot out, obliterating the glass into a thousand tiny shards.

The force of the blast echoed in the room, leaving behind a faint scorch mark on the reinforced wall.

"Holy shit!" one of the men exclaimed while stumbling back.

Another one of them who was tall with a sleeper build and a tattooed arm, let out a low whistle. "What kind of tech is this?"

Aleman turned to face them as the energy from the arm dissipated. "This is the kind of power you'll wield if you accept this role. You're not just guards—you'll be protectors of something extraordinary. But to use this equipment, you'll need training. Discipline. And most importantly, trust."

Greg, still trying to process what he'd seen, folded his arms. "And what exactly are we protecting?"

Aleman stepped closer, silencing any doubt with his imposing presence. "AM Coven is my business, and it will become a hub for things that the world isn't ready to handle. There will be people—dangerous people—who will try to interfere. Your job will be to ensure they don't succeed."

Another man, broad-shouldered with a gruff voice, nodded slowly. "So, we're like... some kind of high-tech security team?"

"Think of it as a first line of defense," Aleman replied. "You'll be equipped to handle threats most people can't even imagine. But this isn't for everyone. If any of you feel you're not up to it, now's the time to walk away."

The men exchanged glances, but none moved to leave. Greg finally spoke up. "I've done heavy lifting all my life. I've dealt with danger before. If Derrick says this is worth it, I'm in."

The others echoed his sentiment, solidifying their resolves.

The men eyed the remaining gear August had extracted with curiosity etched into their faces.

August stepped forward, picking up the Fleetfoot Greaves.

The boot's smooth design and faint blue glow gave them an otherworldly presence.

"These," August voiced while holding them up for the group to see, "are the Fleetfoot Greaves. They'll increase your movement speed by 35%, and trust me, that makes all the difference when things get chaotic."

He handed a pair to each of the men. One by one, they slipped them on with skeptical expressions at first.

"Feels like regular boots," Greg muttered while shifting his weight.

"Run," August instructed, gesturing toward the far side of the room.

Greg exchanged glances with the others before taking off. The moment he started moving, his expression shifted from doubt to exhilaration.

His feet moved faster than he thought possible and his body nearly turned into a blur as he crossed the room in seconds.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed before skidding to a halt. "Did you see that? I've never moved that fast in my life!"

The others quickly followed suit, testing their newfound speed and marveling at the results.

Derrick smirked. "Told you guys this wasn't just some regular gig."

August nodded, satisfied. "Now that you've seen what these boots can do, let's move on."

He turned to the Aegis Plate armor. "This is the Aegis Plate. It's designed to increase your overall defense by 100%. Lightweight, durable, and capable of withstanding most conventional attacks."

The men took turns equipping the armor and quickly adapting to the gear's lightweight design. One of them tapped the chestpiece.

"This feels... weirdly comfortable," he said.

"That's the enchantment," August explained. "It adapts to your body, giving you a full range of motion while still offering maximum protection."

He moved to the table and picked up a few smoke bombs and small, circular gadgets. "These are your gadgets. Smoke bombs for instant cover and Motion Trigger Devices to detect movement within a certain radius. Think of these as your eyes and ears when visibility is low."

Greg, who had finally recovered from his earlier sprint, picked up one of the devices and turned it over in his hands. "So, how do these work?"

"Simple," August replied. "Just place it in an area you want monitored. Any movement triggers a silent alert on these wristbands." He handed out the small devices, which each man secured to their wrists. "You'll know where the movement is and how close it's getting."

One of the men, clearly skeptical, tossed a smoke bomb a few feet away. The room was instantly filled with a thick, impenetrable cloud.

"I can't see a damn thing!" his voice was muffled in the haze as he yelled.

"Exactly the point," August's voice cut through the smoke.

A faint system notification rang out as August activated his Voidstep.

[ Voidstep Activated ]

Before anyone could react, August was on the other side of the room. "Use the tools wisely, and you'll always have the upper hand."

One of them tapped the motion trigger system and stared at his watch, he saw red glowing moving figures that represented the people in the surroundings.

It showed real-time movement but surprisingly only six dots were displayed huddled together while the seventh was on the other end completely.

When the smoke cleared, the men looked around in amazement. One of them, still slightly coughing, shook his head. "I didn't even see you move."

"That's the idea," August stated.

"With these tools, you'll be able to handle most threats. But remember, gear is only as good as the person using it. Your training will ensure you know exactly how to deploy these."

"You'll each have access to these," August spoke with a serious tone. "But only when I'm confident you can handle them responsibly."

Greg stepped forward. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"I don't take chances," August replied with his modulated voice emitting a cold pitch. "AM Coven is more than a business. It's going to attract attention—the wrong kind. That's where you come in. I don't need guards. I need protectors. And with this gear, you're more than equipped to handle whatever comes your way."

The men exchanged serious glances, and then one of them spoke up. "You can count on us, Aleman. Whatever comes, we'll handle it."

Aleman nodded. "Good. Training starts tomorrow. Derrick will oversee the basics. And remember—this isn't just a job. It's a commitment."