5 A Weird Disguise

"Disguise?!!" Aroon was surprised by these words of the system, "Why?"

<Ding! Let's say that's to maintain your safety for the moment>

"My safety, huh?" Aroon seemed quite annoyed by what he heard, "Then why didn't you grant me anything back then? Speaking of my safety as if you are my best friend."

<Ding! Things can't be explained sometimes>

"And now you are speaking like my brothers."

<Ding! Listen to me, you have much greater fate… are something special, different than everyone else>

"Then tell me the reason now."

<Ding! I can't! it's for your good>

"And now you are speaking like my mother," Aroon shook his head, "It's hopeless talking to you, isn't it?" he muttered and the system kept his silence, not saying anything more.

"Show me the stelsel interface again," he said while recalling the ability he unlocked.

<Ding! Stop calling me this name!> the system said but the next moment the usual black screen appeared and he saw his info once more.

[Abilities: 1 – The universal basic ability is open]

"That's it?" he muttered, "can't you show me more of its data?"

Just as he spoke, the writings over the screen flashed and a new thing appeared in front of his eyes.

[Universal basic ability: The user will get enhancement each grade he ascends in all traits. The user will be a full-rounded system user]

"You know… it sounds good at first glance but… what about special abilities?" he thought about this for a second before adding, "fire, earth, wind, water, and other SS abilities like frost and lava, can I have them or what?"

<Ding! don't be greedy> the system said.

"I'm just acting as you said," Aroon sneered, "not greedy but as a special system user."

He refrained from using the other word that would trigger the anger of the system this time.

<Ding! One day you'll get your chance to some of them> the system said before adding, <Ding! it's all bound to your performance and the number of missions you'll complete>

"Whoa!" Aroon was shocked and quite thrilled when he heard that. "I will hold you to your words my dear system."

<Ding! I never lie! I'm not a human, after all, so rest assured and let's talk about disguising you>

"Sigh, alright tell me what I should do," Aroon said while waving his sword to wipe off the traces of monsters' blood over the blade, "should I hide after killing the monsters here? I can even leave the town; I have no objection to that. I never had a thing with this town anyway."

<Ding! No, this matter will be handled by me>

The next moment Aroon felt a sudden movement on the surface of his skin. The hot red metallic scales started to grow smoother and shiner. And his muscles began to shrink.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Aroon was shocked when he saw what he ended up to be. He became smaller, only two meters tall and looking nothing strong like a system user.

"Isn't it enough to grant me that weak and useless netvor and now you have already made it smaller and weaker!"

<Ding! You still enjoy the same power as before, only a fine touch on surface>

"Damn! I now hate you a lot!" Aroon examined his body again. It was like it was entirely made up of pure metal. A suite and he was lying in the middle of it.

The scales were gone and even his tail got smaller as his body. His skin turned smooth like a lady and he had a strange helmet covering up his face.

He glanced at this strange suit, coloured in red, black, silver, and golden colours with frustration.

"Isn't it like those useless mechas those bastards made?"

He suddenly recalled where and when he saw such a form before. It was a few months before his brothers fell, and this was considered the pinnacle invention of the grand organization controlling earth right now; the Rulers.

<Ding! Yeah, you got the point and others will>

"Screw this, I'm a stelsel owner, not some cosplayer!" yet Aroon didn't accept such weird netvor form easily.

Mechas after all were a pathetic mimicry attempt from those who remained from the old regimen of the world and were so persistent not to leave their seats, fame, wealth, or power.

After the invasion of the dungeons and monsters, the entire world was ushered into a new era. The ancient regimes of countries failed miserably, and many lost parts of their lands even in the US.

So new federation regimes appeared all over the world. Military and politicians never accepted such a world where they would have no rule at all.

And so they started doing their best to mimic netvors. They grouped the various world federations under one grand banner, calling themselves the Rulers.

The mecha invention came as the fruit of this coalition, and in Aroon's vision, this was a total failure from their end.

They greatly sucked in taking over the growing power of the netvors. Even inventing such useless man driven machines failed, and that was simply due to their use of the old firearm technology.

A relic from the past that proved its uselessness without a doubt.

"The mechas are a failure! They can only sustain grade E and mostly D monsters. They can't handle anything else," Aroon firmly said, "and not to mention they can do that with the help of grade F and E stelsel users."

<Ding! This will be your disguise, just deal with it> the system cold words came before adding, <Ding! Like this, no one will suspect someone walking around alone and having a system>

"I still can't believe that," Aroon shook his head in disappointment, "but isn't it awesome? Why should I hide it instead of going public? I deserve some compensation. I won't say no to some fame and wealth once again."

<Ding! I didn't grant you this extraordinary gift to show off> the system comment was final, <Ding! This will be your disguise from now on. You'll walk in the streets like a normal mecha, and act as model for others to follow>