Infinite Evolution: Dominating The Apocalypse With My God Tier Items

Both Brandon, Seth, and Kylie followed the direction the elder pointed, turning their heads.

And there it was...

A beautiful, intricately crafted genetic battle suit! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The exoskeletal armor floated in the air, a resplendent halo brimming with splendor around it.

The pulsing runes flashed royal purple, as the glowing orb in the chest shone with a beautiful shade of violet.

The craft gave the aura of perfection, a creation that pushed the bounds of imagination.

A genetic armament in its truest form — an echo of an organic creature, a shadow of Seth’s genes.

One could practically see his silhouette on the armor. The clandestine aura drew one deep into an entrancing allure, making one spiral into reverence at the beauty of the creation.

After moments that seemed like eternity, Seth blinked as notification after notification popped into his sight...

[Congratulations! You have crafted a perfect genetic armament mirroring original genetic template to 99%!]

[Congratulations! Your craft has triggered world tempering. Its level has been elevated and its potential has risen. You can now upgrade it beyond Awakened grade!]

[Your title ’Grand Craftsman!’ has been upgraded to title ’Legendary Craftsman!’!]

[Title: Legendary Craftsman!]

[Description: You have forged a craft even the world was forced to acknowledge. You have forged a craft that carries the essence of perfection!]

[Effects!:]

108 Temper Astral Forge Art!

+88 to Will!

+50 to Intelligence!

[You have met the requirements! You have unlocked new slot "Profession!"]

[Name: Seth Duskreaver

Race: Human (Bronze)

Rank: Awakened (Mid Stage)

Class:-

Class:-

Profession (New!):-]

[Attributes:]

Strength: 398

Speed: 402

Defense: 382

Intelligence: 649! (+50)

Will: 299! (+88)

Essence Unit: 72/400

Vitality: 8/399

[Gene Lineage: Asura King, Grand Weapon Maester]

[Gene Skills:]

Absolute Weapon Resonance (Monarch Grade)

Armageddon (Monarch Grade)

Hand of Tide (Monarch Grade)

[Willborne Skills: Chronostasis, Dimensional Strider]

[Racial Skills: Universal Adaptation!]

[Essence Effect: Oscillation, Burden of Will]

Seth blinked in astonishment as memories of a temper art flowed into his mind, his brain assimilating it in a blink.

Seth was pleased. Not only had he gained an unexpected stats boost, he also unlocked a new slot.

Something different from class — a profession?

What was that? Seth didn’t know, but he’d have to wait to find out, because that wasn’t his priority.

Right now he had to respond to the itching calm of his new genetic battle suit.

His arms raised, and the glowing armor in the distance shook.

Right before the astonished gazes of everyone, the genetic armament slowly unraveled itself into small parts streaming through the air.

And heading straight for Seth...

Everyone watched with bated breath and glistening eyes as the myriad small parts of the armor swirled around their newly acknowledged owner.

With slow clinks, the armor slowly snapped onto Seth’s skin, clinking into place as they assembled all over his body.

It was a slow, entrancing process, as Seth was slowly lifted into the air, his toes rising from the ground.

Seth’s eyes shone with wonder. This... he wasn’t using his will, but somehow he was flying?

Amazement shone in the depths of his gaze as the armor slowly clamped into a complete whole.

The final piece, the headgear, slowly sat on his skull, fitting perfectly as a glowing screen flickered into place, forming a layer over his face.

Seth’s eyes closed as the passive of his Absolute Weapon Resonance kicked in.

An influx of information streamed, as though he suddenly knew more himself.

Seth’s eyelids slowly parted as his figure lightly alighted from the air, a slow hum of machinery buzzing from his being.

His vision was now covered by a static blue film, and it wasn’t there for decoration.

The film acted like an interface screen. There he could see the overall state of his battle suit armor, depicted with a small 3D projection of the suit at the corner of his gaze.

He saw the overall stats of the genetic suit, all glowing a circular green, signaling it was at full capacity.

Seth stared at his fully encased hands. He clenched and unclenched, his eyes shone with amazement.

Not only was there zero lag in synchronization of movement, he felt as though the suit was an extension of his being.

He could feel the slightest wind, he could feel the soles of the armor resting against the warm metal-plated ground — everything was detailed and balanced.

’Tsk tsk, so this is the wonder of a genetic armament!’

His eyes glowed. He could already feel the suit healing the burns on his back, and his slightly shaken organs slowly recovering under its care.

This was simply magnificent. His eyes glowed brighter as he finally focused on what seemed to be the most important part of the suit.

The pulsing orb sitting at the very center of his chest...

He closed his eyes, feeling it more deeply...

"Wow, not only does it serve as the processing unit of the entire battle suit system, I can also use it as a backup essence supply." He whispered in amazement.

Brandon smiled as he observed Seth from a distance. He was familiar with the exciting feeling one had after donning a genetic battle suit for the first time.

But what he was more curious about was while his genetic battle armor had a function called Luck, he wondered what Seth’s own would be.

Kylie dismissed the flowing influx of notifications in her view. After all, Seth wasn’t the only one who had a hand in crafting this masterpiece.

So naturally she herself got her fair share of rewards from the system, but the boundless curiosity she held for this armament was too overwhelming to pay her rewards any heed for now.

She slowly circled Seth, feeling the cold metallic surface of the exoskeletal suit. Wearing a grin, she stared at where Seth’s face was meant to be but was obscured by the bright blue film.

Her lips moved as she spoke excitedly. "Has it activated yet? I inputted a special program into the core processor."

As she spoke, she tapped against the glowing glassy orb, her eyes glowing. "It should be activating right about... now."

Seth’s brows raised, curious about what Kylie might be speaking of. But that very second he caught sight of an inconspicuous countdown he didn’t bother to pay heed to.

And the moment the counter clocked zero, he felt an ethereal ripple wash over him — or more accurately, the genetic battle suit.

The screen before him went blank, and a voice echoed in his ears!

[Autonomous Support activated!]

[Greetings Master...]

Seth blinked, unable to hide the shock in his eyes. "The fuck?" he blurted out.