A grey armored helmet looked out of a hole in the ground.
Naturally, that was Kyle, wearing his brand-new helmet.
His face wasn’t covered since there was no point in covering it.
If anything hit his face, he would be in trouble anyway. After all, he was mainly dealing with beasts, not humans.
Also, if he wanted to change it, he could.
He knew how to forge armor now.
When Kyle saw no beasts around, he jumped out of the hole, revealing his new attire.
He wore full plate armor, and it was heavy.
It was not very thick since the material was technically beyond his level. If he actually made the armor thick, he would be extremely slow.
However, it was definitely hard.
While the plates were thin, they essentially covered his entire body, except for his joints at the back.
The back of his knees, the inside of his elbows, and his armpits still had some free space, but he needed that to move the armor.
The armor was completely grey, and Kyle had decided to design the chest plate to be similar to the armor the Spartans wore.
In short, his armor had plate abs.
He thought it was cool.
Due to its thinness, the armor looked like it was light, but nothing could be further from the truth.
If a normal human wore this armor, they would fall to the ground and would be unable to move.
This thing weighed over 200 kilograms.
A powerlifter might be able to take a couple of slow steps in it, but they would get exhausted extremely quickly.
’Damn, I look cool,’ Kyle thought with a grin. ’I fucking love my armor!’
A moment later, Kyle jumped out of the hole and ran towards the southwest.
His footsteps were loud, but he was not slow at all.
With his new power, Kyle would be able to sprint at a top speed of about 80 kph.
With his hammer, that speed dropped to about 70 kph.
With both his hammer and armor, it dropped to about 50 kph.
Yes, his speed had gotten a hit, but it was still more than fine.
Although, at this moment, Kyle couldn’t run at 50 kph.
The reason was that he had not used up all of the Wasteland Metal.
He only used about half and carried the other half with him.
The other half of the Wasteland Metal hung from his back.
Since Kyle could smith, he had decided to make a little metal carrier on his back specifically for the remaining ore.
He could always just get rid of it later.
After running towards the southwest for a bit, Kyle climbed another hill and looked in the distance.
He had gotten past the Hillstalker Ants’ territory, and things would become dangerous again.
"There’s a canyon. Lucky!" Kyle whispered. "I should probably go through there, right?"
"Yes," Theodor answered.
Kyle looked around, making sure that no beasts were near.
When the coast was clear, he sprinted over to the canyon, which was about a kilometer away.
In the middle of his sprint, Kyle noticed a big bird flying over him.
This thing had appeared too quickly, and there was no place to hide.
Kyle’s instincts warned him of mortal danger as he saw the bird.
For a moment, Kyle saw the bird looking at him.
But then, it just continued flying.
"That’s a Mid Ferocious Beast," Theodor said. "You are not worth the effort."
Kyle sighed in relief as he kept running.
Mid Ferocious Beasts and stronger were the least of Kyle’s concern.
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