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Chapter 4: Infinite Synthesis
Author: Kuma De Ursa
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​ Twodays had passed since the iron door of the Pit of Despair had been shattered. The Iron District of the lower city smelled of sulfur and cheap grease. Adler pulled his tattered hood lower, navigating the narrow alleys of the Greater Jakarta Sector. Here, no one asked questions as long as you had credits.

​He looked like just another scavenger, a kuli searching for scraps. But beneath his greasy coat, his body was taut, humming with a vitality that felt alien.

​The Association still hasn't figured out how a dead man walked out of a sealed boss room, Adler thought, his eyes darting to two men in the silver crest of the Iron Fang Guild. He slowed his pace, blending into a group of laborers hauling rusted rebar. He didn't look at the guards; he simply became part of the background noise.

​"Hey, you! Scavenger!"

​Adler stopped, his heart giving a sharp thud. He turned slowly, keeping his posture slumped. It was Old Gort, a merchant sitting behind a counter of broken daggers.

​"You buying or just admiring the rust?" Gort spat tobacco onto the dirt.

​Adler walked over, his voice raspy. "I'm looking for weight, not shine. These three," he said, pointing to a trio of blunted, notched daggers.

​Gort let out a wheezing laugh. "Those? Garbage. Five credits for the lot."

​"Three," Adler countered. "And I'll take that bucket of scrap plating in the corner."

​"Seven for everything. Final offer."

​Adler tossed the credits and disappeared into the shadows. He made his way to a condemned basement beneath a collapsed tenement, bolted the door, and let out a long breath. The golden light of the System flickered to life.

​[Infinite Synthesis Feature: Active.]

[Please select materials for synthesis.]

​Adler laid the daggers on a stone. In his e-sports days, he had been a master of itemization. Now, the stakes were life and death.

​"Synthesize," he whispered.

​An amber glow enveloped the weapons. The metal rippled like water, rust flaking off and dissolving into light. The forms merged, twisting into a single blade.

​[Synthesis Successful!]

[Item Created: Dagger of Armor Breaking (Rank: B-Minus).]

[Properties: Ignores 15% of Physical Defense.]

​Adler picked up the weapon. The blade was matte black, slender, and wicked. He tested the edge on a scrap plate; it sliced through the alloy like a hot knife through butter.

​Not bad for some trash, Adler thought. But I can't rely on luck alone.

​He spent the next hour sorting through the scrap—discarded armor from low-rank hunters. To anyone else, it was garbage. To Adler, it was a puzzle.

​"System, synthesize the mesh fragments with the reinforced steel plating," he commanded. "Use the mana-residue from the Grave Crawler ichor as a binding agent."

​The basement filled with humming energy. The air grew hot, the smell of ozone masking the damp earth. The metal began to glow a pulsing crimson. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed against the door.

​"Open up! City Security! We're doing a sweep for unregistered mana signatures!"

​Adler cursed. The synthesis was at 90%. If he stopped now, the materials would be destroyed.

​"Just a second!" Adler shouted, faking a frightened, elderly voice. "I'm coming! Just getting my shoes on!"

​He turned back to the screen. 94%... 96%...

​The door groaned as a heavy boot slammed into it. Boom. The wood splintered.

​"We know you're in there! Open it now!"

​Adler gritted his teeth, pushing the mana flow with his intent. Faster. 99%...

​The door burst open. Two men in tactical gear stepped in, their mana-lamps cutting through the darkness. "Hands in the—" the lead guard started, then choked.

​The room exploded in a flash of silver-white light. When the glare faded, the cowering kuli was gone.

​Standing in the center of the debris was a figure clad in a suit of armor that defied logic. It was a patchwork of jagged plates held together by glowing silver seams, looking as if it had been forged in a graveyard of giants.

​[Synthesis Complete!]

[Item Created: Bastion of the Rejected (Armor Set).]

[Rank: A (Elite Physical Defense).]

[Special Effect: Kinetic Redirection — 10% of incoming damage is stored and can be released as a shockwave.]

​Adler looked up from beneath a visor that glowed with predatory gold. He didn't feel like a kuli anymore. He felt like a weapon.

​"You guys picked the wrong basement," Adler said, his voice distorted by the metal, sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates.

​The guards exchanged a terrified look. They recognized the scrap—it was the junk they saw every day in the bins. But the aura coming off this man was that of a monster.

​"Open fire!" the leader screamed.

​As the first mana-bolt streaked toward him, Adler didn't flinch. The bolt struck his chest piece and vanished, the silver seams pulsing with a deep, hungry light. Adler stepped forward, the floor cracking beneath his weight.

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