Ray read the description of the Hybrid-Armor with a sense of deep satisfaction. This was exactly what he had envisioned—a tool to save lives, a protective layer that could be worn without arousing suspicion.
He carefully folded the armor, placing it in a secure spot, and prepared to leave. But as he looked up, his movements froze.
Surrounding the lake, not just one or two, but more than fifty wolves had emerged from the forest, drawn by the lingering scent of blood.
They formed a silent, menacing circle around the clearing. Ray felt a flicker of frustration. He wanted to simply store all the crocodile meat in his inventory, but the trial restrictions were a constant leash on his true power.
The System only allowed him a single inventory slot, which was why he couldn't carry his powerful magic gun.
