Roy sat quietly on his sofa, scrooling across his phone with relentless enthusiasm, as if an invisible force is forcing his hand to move without ever gaining even a second of rest.
Then, after an endless period of time scrolling across multiple websites, apps, and countless online markets, he has finally found what he was looking for.
A miniature armor from warhammer 40k.
The legion of the black templars.
The armor was referenced during the great crusade era, before the horus heresy.
It's armor was painted with dark paint with a few stickers of skulls on the sides, it's helmet was hooded with a tiny piece of white cloth, and on it's back was a black cloak with a sticker of a large skull.
Purely metal, fully functional.
Roy's eyes immediately let up, he immediately hit the buy button, filled up his address and name, his phone number and payment, and the order was shipped.
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A few days later, the package arrived.
Roy's frantically opened the door and greeted the delivery courier with a wide smile, clearly not trying to hide his excitement.
Because the package was already paid online, there were no signatures left unsigned, so after Roy received the package, the delivery courier departed swiftly as Roy closed the door.
Roy brought a package into his living room, excitement surging through his hands that he almost cut himself when he opened the box.
When the box was finally pried open, Roy's eyes immediately let up again with awe and admiration as he picked up his newly arrived miniature Black Templar armor, barely the size of a human thumb.
Yet Roy did not care about the size, because he can gradually reduce it if he place it inside his mirror, yet even so, he still could not escape admiring the beauty of it.
Just as he pondered deeper in admiration, something else was glinting inside the open box.
He tried to reach his hand, yet something sharp suddenly cut his fingertip, a drop of blood gushed out from the wound.
Roy sucked the blood out of the injured finger, trying to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
He reached out on the box again, slowly, cautiously, he flipped the box upside down and something metallic rang on the floor.
It was a miniature sword, more than half the length of the armor, shining brightly as sunlight hit the sharp edges of the blade.
When Roy ordered the armor, he was completely mesmerized by the beauty of the creation that he did not realize there was also a miniature sword along with the the order, making it somewhat expensive for something so small.
Yet Roy did not bother about expenses, because his wallet are already overflowing with a large sum of money that could last him a lifetime without ever having the need to work.
Roy grabbed his newly arrived armor, picked up the tiny sword with utter caution, and strode toward his antique mirror.
Thanks to the mirror new systems, he can now shrink, enlarge, even multiply every objects he toss inside the mirror.
He pressed the negative button, set the numbers to 6×, and placed the armor gently on the ground.
Roy entered the mirror as well and appeared on the very center of the city, which was once just a normal plain, now stood an enormous fortress with wide halls, where the ministers held it's meeting and the place where Roy manifests.
After arriving inside Zudrath City, he immediately sprinted off toward the location where he had dropped the black templar armor.
In the military barracks, countless soldiers and instructors were surrounding a towering figure, almost eight feet tall, it's metal surface shone brightly as sunlight struck the armor, it's cloak fluttered violently as a strong gust of wind past by the gathering crowd.
"What is this?" One soldier asked curiously.
"Is it a statue?" Another soldier added.
"It looks like an armor, yet it's so big. Probably no one could ever wear such a thing."
Beside the black armor was a metal sword, sharp, heavy, deadly.
One curious soldier extended his hand, intending to touch the massive sword, but before he could fully grasp it's edges, his hand was suddenly cut open and a large amount of blood came gushing out from the wound.
"Ahh– I'm wounded, I'm wounded!" The soldier panicked as he raised his wounded hand, bright red liquid came gushing out from his wound and landed on the ground, painting the brown earth with blood.
The large crowd immediately gathered on the wounded soldier, bandaging and disinfecting his wound as other soldiers quickly took a step back.
Then another.
Then another, forming a large ring that surrounded the towering armor.
Just as curiosity and confusion lingered on the crowd, Roy suddenly appeared on the center.
The soldiers immediately widened their eyes and dropped onto one knee, offering a formal salute to Roy as they looked at him with utter bewilderment.
Roy suddenly gained height that perfectly matched the length of the mysterious armor, yet his physique was...nowhere near the capable strength of wielding such weight.
Before anyone could process the situation, Roy had already put on the black templar armor.
The armor was purely metal, almost five inches thick and almost eight feet tall, weighing up to hundreds of kilograms that it's metal boots eventually sunk on the ground, leaving large footprints that could only be labeled as an absurdity.
Yey it was not entirely impossible for Roy, for even if his body shrank two hundred times, he still retained his original speed and strength, making him a living god.
"Why is Lord Zudra wearing black armor?" One soldier said cautiously, as if trying his best not to be heard, "on his battle against the demon king, wasn't he wearing a golden one?"
"But Lord Zudra is benevolent and righteous," another soldier said, his tone louder than the last, "maybe it has a different meaning?"
"You idiots, the world outside is in chaos and ruin, so naturally even the gods would be angry."
"So, it is the armor of divine wrath?"
Roy pretended he could not hear them, because right now, it was exactly the meaning of it.