Chapter 1.1 (Patreon)

Since there was a tie, I rolled a die to pick the power.

From all the options that Pyotr could pick, he needed to choose something he could use now to escape this place. So, he decided on the armor by willing that option inside his head.

Pyotr gains:

Weaver armor: The user can summon magic strands that not only can be used to be shot from their hands to bind opponents, but also can be used to create a layer of armor around them. This special armor increases your strength and speed by 40% and is as durable as steel, like the rest of your webs.

The spider that had given him the power was dead; well, to be more precise, it had drained its life force into its new host. Now it had left that husk behind to embrace a new life as a symbiotic entity inside the human.

Pyotr immediately felt the energy rushing inside him, a force that not only took him out of that deadly half-conscious state but heightened his senses as from his wrist a metallic string began to come out.

In a second, that young adult was covered in a thick layer of armor that covered him from top to bottom.

It was a full plate made of dark, bluish steel, hundreds of small strings of red decorating it as if they were the webs of a spider. The armor even covered his eyes with two orange lenses that gave him complete protection inside this weaving coffin of magic metal that firmly grabbed the boy's body.

He slowly got up, his wounds getting fixed and his flesh boiling with new power.

Slowly getting up, the chosen one felt his pure power rushing through his veins as his hands coiled around a small sword coated in dry blood that the bandits had thrown with the rest of the trash. It was too dull, too broken to even be sold as scrap, but for him, it was his only weapon.

Just as he took another step forward, he could hear it; the bandits were getting closer to check the commotion.

At least 15 well-trained thugs with equipment that varied between crossbows, spears, shields, and swords. All of them wore some type of leather armor, with the leader being a tall man with chainmail under his clothes that would make Pyotr's damaged sword useless against it.

The boy was not worried since with his webs, he had a secret weapon in his tool belt.