Emma couldn't stop the smile spreading across her lips.
In her hands, she held the Shadow Tentacle Imitation—an F+ rank and paired with her brother's insane Enhancement ability?
She turned to Tristan, who had already begun enhancing the tentacle further. A faint glow surrounded it as the magical weave unfolded over the silk's dark surface, turning it denser, stronger, more obedient.
Tristan whistled softly. "Only 9 hours for this one? That's fast."
"That's Good it will Help us by alot Who knows if there are more Dangerous entity Like that?" Emma replied with a Calm expression.
Not wanting to waste time, Emma opened her system interface and selected the [Upgrade Camp] option. A moment later—
[-100 Points deducted]
[Camp Upgraded]
Her remaining balance dropped to 300, but what she saw next made her breath catch in her throat.
The transformation was instant.
The boundary of their camp expanded outward like a ripple through the forest. The dense fog that clung to the trees and soil was blasted away in a glowing wave of light. The previously small patch of safe space became a wide, clear radius—easily a hundred meters across.
Their meager firelight became a glowing core at the heart of a true haven.
A small hut now stood where there had once been only ground. Made of sturdy, reinforced wood with a slanted roof and narrow chimney, it radiated safety and warmth. Around it, a fence spiraled in, marking a 70-meter radius in a perfect circle. It wasn't high, but it was enough to feel… secure.
The fire itself burned slower now, more efficiently. The camp had leveled up.
Emma turned to her brother, pride shimmering in her crimson eyes. "See? I'm not just useful in battle," she said playfully, pinching Tristan's cheeks.
He groaned but didn't pull away. "You were always useful," he muttered, eyes drifting back to the tentacle.
It was still active—even before its next enhancement.
Tristan gave it a mental command, just to see.
"Chop wood."
What happened next left them both stunned.
The tentacle moved like a blur. In the time it took Tristan to blink, a small tree nearby had been cut at the base, trimmed mid-air, and sectioned into logs before it even hit the ground.
Emma's jaw dropped. "I-I could barely follow that. D-Don't you think this thing's a little overpowered?"
She watched as the shadow creature gathered the logs, stacked them neatly, and threw another two into the fire to maintain the camp's light.
Another entity had tried creeping through the shadows beyond their barrier—only to be instantly sliced apart the moment it stepped too close. It didn't even scream. It just… vanished.
Tristan remained silent, wide-eyed. "I can't even see it move."
Emma chuckled nervously, her voice shaky with awe. "it's just the Fragments of the Power what we seen Last Night."
The tentacle didn't stop. It circled the camp, alert, guarding them, collecting berries, and even setting more firewood near the hearth. It worked like a summoned butler with the reflexes of a predator.
The camp was steadily becoming a fortress.
And then, as Emma approached the small bathroom newly attached to the hut, she noticed something else.
A faucet.
Running water.
Actual clean water, likely drawn from the system.
Her eyes sparkled. "There's even plumbing?!"
She sniffed herself and cringed slightly. She didn't reek—far from it—but her natural scent had gotten stronger. Still pleasant, perhaps even sweet—bless her ex-model body—but she couldn't help feeling self-conscious.
Turning toward Tristan with mock drama in her voice, she asked, "Hey, do you think your elder sister smells bad now?"
Tristan blinked. "You still smell fine. You can take the bathroom first," he said, already looking away.
Emma's eyes softened. "Really? Thanks~" She patted his head affectionately, then practically skipped toward the bathroom.
But halfway there, she paused, her system screen still open.
300 points remained.
She didn't hesitate.
[Purchased: Lighting Gale – 100 Points.]
[Purchased: Geass Clothes – 100 Points.]
Two sets of clothes materialized before her.
Her own was a sleek black sweater and pants set, tailored to her figure with smooth, breathable silk. The second she touched it, she felt a shiver of power rush up her spine.
[Lighting Gale]
Type: Combat Wear
Effects: +1 Strength Layer +2 Speed Layer
"This is amazing…"
She slipped it on quickly, marveling at how it hugged her body without restricting movement. Her steps became lighter. Her reflexes sharper. She felt faster, stronger—almost as if she could fight ten entities at once.
The second outfit was white. A coat and pants set that reminded her of a battle scientist. She smirked.
[Geass Clothes]
Type: Tactical Wear
Effects: +70% Stealth, +100% Cognitive Speed
"Perfect for my little genius," she whispered, tucking it away. She wanted to surprise him with it later.
Meanwhile, Tristan had gotten busy.
He checked their supplies: 45 logs gathered. 10 more currently burning—each already enhanced. He nodded in satisfaction and walked to the sword Emma had used. Its second enhancement would take 12 hours. The fence around them—he touched it next. Six hours.
The hut's door. The bathroom walls. Even the reinforced firewood.
He touched them all
"I'm not letting anything catch us off-guard again," he muttered.
And of course—his trump card—the silks.
Gotten by The Tentacle Killing the other Tier 1 Entity.
He reinforced all ten
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The sound of running water filled the background.
Tristan sighed, leaning back against the hut's wall, glancing at the tentacle strolling lazily by, tossing another log Were there are already a bunch of Logs,
And Emma
She stepped out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, hair damp, face fresh, wrapped in a towel. The Lighting Gale outfit clung to her like a second skin, wind-like patterns glowing faintly under the fabric.
She looked extremely Charming and seductive a Bit of her Cleavage which she couldn't careless.
She smile teasily she didn't Mind showing a bit of skin since She is very comfortable towards her Brother.
"Well?" she teased, twirling slowly. "What is your opinion in my New Clothes~?"
Tristan stared, momentarily stunned, then looked away with a cough a Faint blushed crept in. "N-Not Bad..."
She smirked. "Good. Because I feel like one."
In her hands, she held the other set—the Geass Coat.
"For you," she said, tossing it his way.
Tristan caught it and raised a brow. "What's this?"
"Try it on and find out."
He did.
The moment the cloth touched his skin, his vision felt clearer. Thoughts aligned faster. His breathing calmed.
He blinked, amazed. "Everything's… sharper."
"I know," Emma replied, hands on hips. "You're my strategist. You need the best gear too."