"Wonderful. There goes my sweater…"
She rose to her feet and began walking toward the cargo section. Irritated, she pulled the sweater off and tossed it aside. As she slipped into her long-heeled boots and continued forward, she tried to ignore the irritating weight pressing against her chest. Her mind was still preoccupied with plans.
I only have two days for training before that penalty mode activates. First, I need to go to the cargo section and put on the Nano Suit. My priority will be to organize the house and quickly convert the empty space in the greenhouse into farmland and plant something.
Stepping into the corridor, she headed toward the second door on the right among the four doors ahead—the cargo section. When the door slid open with a mechanical hiss, Silver Wolf stood before her in all its magnificence. Elenor's eyes lit up once again at the sight of the motorcycle. She approached and ran her hand along its smooth metallic body, almost as if she were caressing it.
"Hello, my girl…"
Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from the bike, she stepped before the black metallic suitcase resting on the floor. She removed her remaining pants as well, ensuring she was completely naked except for LYRA around her wrist. Extending her left index finger, she touched the suitcase's tactile surface. At that instant, her watch flared with a blue glow, and she felt a stream of cool data surge through her veins. The lights on the suitcase shifted to blue, and crack-like beams of light spread across its surface.
[Identity Verified]
[Key Verified]
Within seconds, the suitcase liquefied into a flowing substance and began climbing upward from Elenor's feet. In mere moments, the material enveloped her entire body before solidifying into a sleek, black, latex-like biker suit of striking elegance. A high-tech helmet materialized over her head. Elenor examined herself in astonishment; the suit clung perfectly to her form, adjusting itself so that her watch remained visible outside the fabric. It felt less like clothing and more like a second skin.
Fascinating…
She immediately accessed the suit's controls through her watch and made several adjustments. Subtle ripples moved across the fabric; her breasts compressed and lifted, and that sagging, burdensome sensation vanished in an instant. Elenor stretched with satisfaction, bending and straightening, even hopping in place. The old weight was gone. A pleased smile curved her lips. When she tapped her watch again, the helmet fragmented into sleek segments and retracted smoothly into the collar of the suit, which opened into a sharp "V" shape to let her breathe more freely. The gloves dissolved in the same manner, melting back into the suit's surface.
"Hahahahaha! Finally, that weight is gone! Moving feels unbelievably comfortable!"
Then she turned toward the Silver Wolf with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I can't hold back any longer."
She swung her leg over and mounted the motorcycle, then touched the digital panel.
[Identity Verified]
[Key Confirmed]
One by one, the neon-blue lines running along the body of the bike flared to life. Elenor twisted the throttle with eager anticipation. In that instant, a colossal engine roar erupted from the machine—like the thunderous bellow of some primeval beast shaking the earth and sky. The sound reverberated through the laboratory corridors, and Elenor jerked her hand away from the throttle, her expression a mixture of shock and fear.
"Whoa! That scared the life out of me!"
Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, as though trying to break free. As the surge of adrenaline slowly receded, she drew in a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around the massive machine beneath her, embracing it with surprising tenderness. Her fingertips traced the metallic body gently, almost lovingly, and she pressed a soft kiss against it as if it were a living being.
"My girl, you're a complete monster," she whispered.
After savoring the moment with her new toy for a while longer, Elenor straightened up. Curiosity returning, she began exploring the options on the digital panel. She navigated to the sound settings and lowered the level all the way to zero. When she twisted the throttle again, she froze in astonishment.
'…This is running, right!?'
If she hadn't felt the presence of the engine between her legs, she would have doubted it was on at all. When she increased the throttle slightly, she felt only the faintest vibration—so subtle it was nearly imperceptible. Leaning back, she exhaled in relief.
'The sound didn't just decrease—it vanished entirely… This is truly astonishing. Did Grandfather rely solely on advanced technology for this, or did he integrate some hidden arcane runic structure into its core?'
After lingering in thought atop the motorcycle for a few moments longer, she powered the system down and dismounted. Tapping her wristwatch, she checked the laboratory's cleaning status.
'…I still have time. I should head to the training hall until the cleaning cycle finishes.'
She left the cargo section and paused in the middle of the corridor, gazing absently at the two rooms across from her. Her mind was already brimming with future plans.
'…Once my first project is complete, I'll need to find a test subject immediately. If I can successfully finalize it, I'll hold an incredibly powerful trump card against the monsters. But this must remain secret from everyone… If the Empire learns of it, they'll deem it dangerous and ban it instantly; if my enemies discover it and seize it, the consequences for the world would be catastrophic. For now, the only safe place for this project is my mind. No one but me will know of it.'
With resolute steps, she headed toward the greenhouse section. Upon entering, she passed by the ornamental fountain at the center and turned left, opening the door to the training hall. The spacious room, with its high ceiling and dim lighting, greeted her in silence.
'Now I need to choose solid weapons suitable for close combat.'
She moved into the adjacent armory. At the sight of the dozens of different pieces mounted on the walls, a sardonic smile touched her lips.
'Aunt Amanda was obsessed with ranged weapons, while Uncle Omar favored close-combat arms… The two of them truly complemented each other like two halves of the same apple.'
Her gaze drifted methodically across the weapon collection laid out before her.
'Hmm… What should I learn? A sword? No, it's a fine weapon, but not suited to every situation; its effectiveness against heavily armored monsters would be limited. A spear? Possibly… It offers long reach and keeps the wielder at a safer distance. An axe? No… Not really my style. A scythe? It would look incredibly fantastical and impressive, but it's not realistic at all; mastering it is excessively difficult, and with these body proportions, executing those maneuvers would strain me far too much.'
Gliding gracefully through the room, Elenor weighed each weapon with careful deliberation.
'I need something powerful, but absolutely not cumbersome… A greatsword? No. A greataxe? Too heavy, forget it… Ah! This will do.'
She lifted a weapon from the rack—a long pole like a spear shaft, topped with a broad, single-edged, slightly curved blade. She tested its weight with several measured swings through the air. It was nearly three meters in length. Clearly, it had been specially designed for Omar and his massive build, yet with Elenor's tall frame, it did not look out of place.
'Hmm… I believe this weapon is called a Guan Dao, also known as a Glaive. It demands serious mastery, but it's both powerful and agile, and its reach is considerable. A highly functional choice for me.'
Gripping the shaft firmly, Elenor assumed a proper stance and slashed through the air, channeling strength from her shoulders. Though she stumbled slightly for a brief moment under the weapon's unexpected weight, she was satisfied with the result.
'Yes, it's a bit heavy—but it will do. After intensive training, this weight will feel as light as a feather.'
Resting the glaive against her shoulder, she continued walking through the room.
'This alone won't be enough; I should also find something more compact for narrow spaces and enclosed corridors… A dagger? A dirk?'
As she searched for a smaller piece, her gaze fell upon a shelf tucked into the corner. She moved toward it, reached out, and wrapped her fingers around a metallic hilt.
"A whip…"
What Elenor held in her hand was a high-technology combat whip. Despite its metallic texture, it was astonishingly flexible.
"…This could be extremely useful. Its range isn't bad at all; it would allow me to catch and restrain a target. It could also latch onto protrusions and let me pull myself upward, saving me in many critical situations… There are so many move combinations I could execute with this… Hmm?"
When she examined the hilt more closely, she noticed a touch-sensitive button and a small ring that could be rotated with the thumb. Succumbing to curiosity, she twisted the ring. From the whip's smooth, serpentine surface, sharp, vicious spikes suddenly shot outward. Elenor flinched and instinctively stepped back. She then rotated the ring gently in the opposite direction; the spikes retracted just as slowly, embedding themselves seamlessly back into the body. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Deadly as well… If you wrapped this around someone and yanked suddenly, the spikes would tear the target to pieces. And if used properly, it could completely neutralize an enemy with a paralyzing toxin."
This time she pressed the touch-sensitive button. A dense, purplish electrical current crackled violently along the entire length of the whip. Elenor was mesmerized by the sight.
"Alright… Its functionality is, in one word, magnificent. I'm taking this with me too; it's not too heavy, and it won't take up much space."
After restoring the whip to its default state and fastening it to her belt, she cast one final glance around the room.
'The whip is a good auxiliary weapon, but something still doesn't sit entirely right with me…'
She reached toward another weapon, then paused midair. Her gaze drifted absently to her own fingers—and a spark of realization flashed through her mind.
'…Why don't I turn my own body into a weapon? I could learn advanced martial arts. If I refine the nanotechnology and fuse it with durable metals, I could create specialized combat gloves, greaves, elbow guards… Even…'
She focused on the tips of her fingers, imagining something emerging from them.
"…Claws… Why don't I design a claw system integrated into the Nano Suit—deployable on command? It would be perfect for stealth and assassination in confined spaces… And it would make climbing far easier."
The more the idea settled into place, the more her excitement grew.
'Looks like I've made my decision: Glaive, whip, martial arts, and claws… I already learned the fundamentals from Uncle Omar and Aunt Amanda, so I won't be starting from scratch.'
Chuckling to herself, Elenor gathered the weapons she had chosen and placed them in the compartment near the entrance of the training hall. Then she approached the control panel of the simulation room and selected the weapon types and difficulty level she wished to train in.
[Selection intensity and training weight detected.]
[Detailed and in-depth training mode selected.]
[Program will be ready in 2 hours.]
With a satisfied smile, Elenor exited the training hall. As she walked toward her living quarters, she could already feel the anticipatory thrill of the exhaustion that intense training would bring.
'Now the weapons are chosen and prepared. I have two days of freedom; after that, my watch's penalty system will activate, and I'll be required to train eight uninterrupted hours every single day. Once the training begins, my time will be severely limited. So I need to hurry, organize the house, and plant the field as soon as possible… After that, I'll have to upload additional commands to the gardening drones. Maybe I should even build a fully autonomous humanoid service robot? It would save me a significant amount of time…'
Thinking about this demanding schedule, Elenor let out a deep sigh.
'It seems I'm going to be veeeeery busy…'
She tapped her wristwatch and adjusted the Nano Suit's settings. At once, the suit began to shift; a thin layer slid upward along her back like a sleek black serpent. It gently gathered her loose hair and secured it into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. Elenor let out a soft, pleased murmur as she stretched, enjoying the subtle comfort of that small touch, and began walking toward the house entrance.
"…Grandfather, I truly loved the motorcycle, but…"
As she walked, she glanced down at her body, speaking while marveling at the extraordinary lightness she felt.
"This is the first time in years I've felt this light… No sagging, no bouncing, no neck or back pain… Honestly, I think I love the suit even more than the motorcycle. Though from a functional standpoint…"
She tapped her watch again and entered another command.
[Music]
• Genre: POP
• Volume: High √
With the first notes of music flowing into her ears, Elenor began humming along. The energetic, lively rhythm instantly lifted her mood. She snapped her fingers in time with the beat, moving forward cheerfully. When she glanced at her watch one last time, she saw that the cleaning process was nearly complete.
"It's officially time to settle in… First, I need to choose myself a nice room."
She walked slowly toward the carrier, loaded up the boxes containing kitchen supplies, and returned to the house. When she stepped inside, she was greeted by a spacious and airy living room. Two sofas and two single armchairs were arranged in a "U" formation. On the opposite wall stood a massive plasma screen that covered nearly the entire surface. At the center of the seating arrangement rested an elegant, futuristic rectangular table, while between the two armchairs stood a round side table holding a potted orchid. The room was furnished in a flawless harmony of black and white tones, giving it a modern and refined aesthetic. In one corner, contrasting with the futuristic atmosphere, stood a tall bookshelf filled with old classic books.
Elenor inhaled the ambiance of the room and took a few more steps before entering through the door on the right. The kitchen was more compact than the living room and designed in an "L" shape. Decorated with a bold mixture of red, white, and black, it featured a wide island counter positioned about seventy centimeters away from the main counter. As she looked around, she saw that everything—from the touch-sensitive stove to the oven, dishwasher, coffee machine, and toaster—was perfectly in place. For the moment, Elenor placed the supplies she was carrying on top of the island.
'I can't put these away right now. First, I need to decide which room I'll stay in and get settled. Then I'll bring the weapons into the living room, and finally, I'll prepare a detailed supply list.'
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I've stopped posting this novel on this site; if anyone is reading this, they can find the continuation on royal Road.