"See? Now weâre making some progress. Actually, this battle gear is nothing special. Itâs just a specialized gear that is created for all of us by our specialized equipment team to be used in case of battles with enemies. They design everything according to each of us individually," she informed Lucifer.
"Most of us already have our battle gear. Only you donât have it yet since you just recently came here. But fortunately, we knew all about you. So we had prepared your battle gear as well. Itâs time for you to get that. Treat it as your initiation ceremony to our family," she further explained with her elated voice.
"Weâre here," Vega said as he stopped before a metallic door.
He placed his palm over the sensor on the door. With a beeping sound, the door was opened.
No matter how many times Lucifer saw these scannings, he would always feel frustrated since he couldnât ever do such things. He couldnât touch anything without there being an obstruction between his hand and the surface as long as he didnât wish to destroy that thing.
It was a great power but it was an even greater curse according to him. He wondered if he was ever going to feel different about this power.
It had been a long time since his awakening but he still wasnât fully adjusted to his power.
The metallic door opened after a beeping sound, revealing a big lap on the other side of the room. Many machines could be seen placed all around the room.
A couple of men in black lab coats could be seen talking amongst themselves. All of them looked at the door as soon as it opened.
"Ah, Master Vega, welcome. Are you here for the young oneâs battle gear? We just finished the final adjustments on it."
One of the men approached Vega with a wide smile on his face.
The man had beautiful long black hair cascading down to his waist. His skin seemed so smooth that he often gets mistaken for a girl. If he didnât have a beard on his face, Lucifer would have thought that he was actually a girl.
"I guess weâre on the right time then. Show us what you made." Vega nodded as he entered the lab. Dion, Isona, Caen, and Lucifer also stepped inside.
"This is Henny. He is our lab chief who is in charge of all the Battle Gear here," Isona told Lucifer, talking about the black-haired man.
"Right away," Henny replied to Vega as he walked over to one of the shelves in the corner which was sealed.
It was as if it was done intentionally to frustrate Lucifer who couldnât use his hands in such a manner but everything here needed a scan.
Even the shelf door needed a scan of Hennyâs palm before it opened.
"Alright. This is the first item. The battle shoes of our new Warlock," Henny declared as he brought a black pair of shoes out of the shelf.
The shoes looked like normal shoes. Lucifer couldnât find anything special with such shoes. Was this battle gear just that? Items that were resized for him? Is that what Isona meant?
"Tell me the special features in them. How are they made for Lucifer," Vega asked the question which he believed was in Luciferâs head. He was also asking the same question in his mind.
"From what we know, little Lucifer has many powers. Heâs a Penta-Awakened Warlock which has never been seen before. We already knew about his wind control ability."
"So we made the shoes to withstand excess running while also providing less resistance against air. Moreover, these shoes can also resist fire without being ruined."
"But thereâs more. From what we heard from Master Caen, Little Lucifer uses his strength to make him jump high. Because he uses his super strength thatâs enough to leave a crater on the ground, no normal shoes are able to stay safe after that. But these shoes can."
"These can sufficiently transfer all the momentum and strength to the ground without being damaged."
With that Henny finished the description of the shoes, giving them ideas about the special features of Luciferâs personalized shoes.
"So you used all those big words just to say that these shoes are more durable," Isona chimed in as a burst of beautiful laughter filled the lab.
"Hahaha, if you want to make it into laymanâs terms, then yeah. Miss Isona is right. These shoes are more durable," Henny nodded as he smiled wryly.
He knew that she was simplifying too much but he didnât argue with her. He knew her teasing personality already. The more he reacted, the more she would feel the taste of victory.
Henny stepped forward and only stopped when he was about five steps away from Lucifer.
Lucifer didnât take his eyes off of him as he watched Henny bend forward and place the shoes on the ground.
"There, try wearing them. Iâm sure theyâll fit but still," Henny told Lucifer before he stepped back.
Slowly Lucifer took a step forward and took off his old shoes. He sat on the ground before he picked up the new left shoe with his hand.
He wore the left shoe first which was followed by the right one.
"They fit," he acknowledged after he stood up.
Without waiting for a response, he raised his right foot a few inches above the ground and smashed down. He wanted to see if that strength transfer theory was right or not.
"Oh god no!" Henny called out as he realized what Lucifer was trying to do but he was too late. Before his second word left his mouth, Luciferâs foot had already landed on the ground which started shaking from the impact.
Even a crater was created in that place.
"God, little friend. Please donât do that here. I donât want the floor to be broken. We arenât on the ground floor. I donât want us all to fall down after the floor is broken," Henny told Lucifer exasperatedly, his eyes looking at him helplessly.
Lucifer nodded his head. He didnât say anything.
"Itâs good that each floor is heavily reinforced. So this kind of impact is bearable," Dion also chimed in. "But still, itâs a better idea to not test this so much, especially here."
"Lucifer is new. Iâm sure he was excited about getting new shoes. Donât worry. This will be repaired," Vega said. "Anyway, Lucifer. How are the shoes? You tested with that. Are they as described?"
"They are. I feel no change in them even after that," Lucifer reacted.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om