Chapter 118: Black dye

Atlan was surprised. Razer wanted to give him a prize. But perhaps no one was more surprised than Sola who knew that Razer was not the type of guy to admit defeat.

"He won? Didn't the competition get canceled before anyone could reach the finish line?"

Razer shook his head. "I wasn't talking about that. We had a new agreement where the guy who kills the most Pseudo Canzers wins the whole thing."

Atlan seemed to have remembered hearing Razer shout something from a distance, but he didn't think that he was serious about that.

Sola, on the other hand, was even more confused. "Are you telling me that he killed more Pseudo Canzers than you? I'm sorry, but he's only a porter! He shouldn't even have the capacity to kill one Canzer!"

She simply couldn't believe that a Berserker lost against a Porter in a killing-Pseudo-Canzers competition. The main advantage of a Berserker was that they could kill as many enemies as possible in a short amount of time. Razer should have won this competition by virtue of his job alone. Find exclusive stories on mvl

"Did you see him kill all of those Pseudo Canzers with your own eyes?"

Razer shook his head. "I didn't have to see it. Didn't you wonder what happened to him once he sacrificed himself and led the majority of the horde away from us?"

Once he said that, Sola cupped her mouth in shock. She forgot about it. Because of Atlan's heroic deeds, they were able to push their way forward and reach the Colosseum. They would have reached the portal if that colossal Humanoid Wolf hadn't blocked their way.

The appearance of such a monster made them forget about Atlan. If Razer hadn't made her remember, then she wouldn't have wondered how Atlan was able to survive such a massive horde of Canzers.

She seemed to have remembered hundreds and hundreds of monsters hot on Atlan's tail.

How did he survive? Don't tell me…he really did kill all of those Pseudo Canzers?! That's absurd! I have a DPS job but even I can't kill that much.

Razer smiled and put his hands on Atlan's shoulders. "I was only able to kill about 150 Pseudo Canzers before I had to go and support Sola and the others on their way to the Colosseum.

Since you survived much longer than I did, then I suppose you killed much more than that. Tell me, how many did you kill? 180? 190? Or maybe even 200?"

Atlan killed a total of 392 Pseudo Canzers in the span of a few minutes, with only two moves.

Of course, he would never say that out loud. If he told them the truth, Razer would probably believe it but Sola would start to get suspicious. It could reveal his secret.

So, Atlan simply shrugged and didn't say anything further.

Razer laughed when he saw this. He knew that Atlan probably killed a lot of Pseudo Canzers but simply didn't want to tell the truth.

He could still feel that punch in the gut that he suffered after he underestimated Atlan. And if he punched those Pseudo Canzers with the same strength, then he did not doubt that Atlan killed hundreds of monsters with his strength.

"How many did you kill?!" Sola was unsatisfied with Atlan's answer. He could have simply said that he killed about 50 monsters, and she would still be impressed. But the fact that he didn't say anything made her think that he killed much more than that.

"Argh. It's such a shame that you won't be coming with us to Olympus. Who else would challenge me this much? It doesn't matter. We'll probably meet again once we have advanced further up our realms. I'm looking forward to that time."

Razer took out something from his pocket. "Here. I hope it fits you."

He gave Atlan a neatly folded white tunic. It had the same fabric and make as the uniforms that the Olympians wore.

"I thought I told you I won't be joining Olympus."

"Haha! Don't worry. That's not a battle suit like ours. It's more of an…accessory…"

Atlan unfolded the tunic to find that it was much longer than he thought. It was too oversized. The hems of the tunic would drag across the floor if he wore this.

"Thanks…?"

"Don't think too much of this gift. It's just one of our essential accessories whenever we travel outside Olympus.

Sometimes, when we travel to new territories, we want to keep our identities a secret for a few days to observe how the City operates. That accessory keeps us low-key."

Atlan observed the tunic, but he couldn't understand how an oversized white robe would keep them low-key. It looked like it would catch everyone's attention.

"Just put it on."

He looked at the tunic with his Thermal Vision and saw that there was a slight unnatural warmth permeating the tunic. Searᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It looks like one of those blue Operator battle suits. Is there a hidden mechanism embedded in this?

He checked with his Physique LifeSkill and sensed nothing malicious with the robe. He finally put it on.

Once he put it over his green battle suit, the white tunic started to shrink and slowly fit to his size. He now felt as if he was wearing a white battle suit made out of the tunic.

"That is called a Stealth Tunic. It can change to any color, any fabric, or any design you can think of. If you want to blend in with the crowd, you can make your outfit fit with the current fashion trend. If you want to seem buffed, you can make it seem like you have armor all over your body. The possibilities are endless."

Atlan looked down at his white battle suit and commanded it to change into a new color.

Soon enough, black dye permeated from the top of his shoulders down to the bottom of his feet. His battle suit was now colored in sleek black.