Before starting this chapter, I recommend reading the previous one, which has been modified in order to improve the coherence and rhythm of the story.

Without further ado let's get started.

Disclaimer I do not own the material used in this fic.

Trying on clothes is not something that Christian personally liked, the reasons for this are due to both his natural laziness and the simple fact of not being able to find clothes that he likes in his size.

Once and as a result of this, he had tried to make clothes for himself with an old sewing machine from his house, a good idea if it weren't for the fact that the origin of said idea was a 12-year-old boy who has zero knowledge of both. the sewing machine and designing clothes.

Under that premise it was easy to know what would happen, him failing his wish, setting fire to both the fabric to be used and the machine and being beaten until he cried on the floor, good memories in general.

Funnily enough for him, that had been the best, the design of the clothes he had tried to make was fucking horrible. A complete crime against aesthetics and beauty, almost like today's celebrity clothing.

It is for that fact that he could not be happier to have chosen Smart Clothing as one of his purchases, the ability to create outfits capable of altering its shape, appearance, size, texture and that it could also be as resistant as a tank or more thanks to the use of Living Metal as a construction material, something that would really come in handy to achieve its survival, given the type of unknown threats in this world.

Looking at the laboratory table in front of him, Christian observed with extreme joy the disk full of nanomachines that would soon become his clothes.

These nanomachines have the ability to not only self-replicate, but also to create any available clothing that is programmed for them/whatever its owner imagines. This creation is not only capable of copying the texture, properties and weight of the original, but is also harder and more resistant than any modern material thanks to the Living Metal of its composition, another thing to mention is that thanks to its capacity for alteration, it has the ability to create any equipment that the user wants, such as a radio, radar, heating, shield generator, etc., on the fly as long as I had the energy/matter for it.

For their operation, they use the energy supplied by Christian's own body, in addition to the always reliable sunlight and absorption of both biological and inorganic matter.

From Christian's point of view this was his greatest creation to date, even above the healing nanomachines that prevented him from dying/transforming from the zombies in the first place. They had required not only a large amount of material obtained from devouring the zombies in the area, but also all of his effort, focus and time in order to polish the finer details of it.

Three days had passed since the implantation operation performed on him, an operation where much of his humanity had been removed from him, in order to improve his survival capabilities.

A decision that he personally was glad about, both for the fact of becoming stronger and for the simple fact that in his own words he looks great, a genius that he hoped to increase with his next action.

Grasping the disk gently and delicately, Christian placed it on his neural interface located at the base of his skull.

The neural interface is the last of the modifications made by him towards his person, it consists of a device, which, through a direct connection with the spinal cord and the brain, allows connecting to any specialized machinery and converting it. in part of the body. For example, a specialized armor would cause once connected, the wearer and the armor to become one and the same.

Useful, but not as devoid of defects as anything, such as someone hitting you from behind, although for that case to arise you would have to be hit with a missile.

The instant the disc was placed, a design choice screen was presented to Christian, the idea that the choice of clothing appearance in this way was somewhat based on Elden Ring's equipment selection. Most of the designs in the catalog are based on all the clothes he has seen in his life or at least what he remembers.

The appearance of the screen was thanks to his new eyes. These eyes allow you not only to see in different spectrums of light, but also to see in real time a kind of 3D model of the state of your body and any problems with it, to give an idea of what it is like, one must think about the typical video game screens.

Looking at the catalog of clothing designs in front of him, it took him a total of 30 minutes to choose the appearance of the new clothes he would wear from now on in this world.

Once that was done, he felt like mud, as the nanomachines slid from the disk at the base of his skull and the clothing of his choice began to build over his naked body, in case you were wondering. clothes are stored in the same container filled with the solutions of their creation, this is also the fate of their organs and amputated parts.

It took a few seconds before it finished the construction process, which was a good thing since one would never know when one would need a change of clothing/equipment to something more specialized for the task.

Christian moved towards the mirror in his laboratory, one of the scarabs' many creations. Then once done, look ahead, allowing yourself to see the result of his work.

This work consists of a short jacket with several black pockets with red lines in the center on a black hooded sweater with a red line in the center on a black shirt, black gloves with red details, black pants with several pockets and a belt red on the hip and protections on the knees and heavy black boots with red lines running along the sides and in the center. All this is complemented by a black helmet with a red visor with red lines above, on the sides and below on his head.

The entire suit is completely sealed, functioning as a kind of biohazard suit.

"Wow, I look like something out of a modern avant-garde anime…I like it" He took a few last glances in the mirror, never in his life had he been more than happy about clothes, well except for that time he bought a rabbit costume "Now the important thing the endurance test

Finishing making a fool of himself for this time, he quickly moved to one of the laboratory tables, on which were a series of weapons and devices, which consisted of two stainless steel knives, an M9 pistol and a blowtorch. All created with the help of the scarabs (those little shits sure do come in handy) and their own knowledge, all created for the purpose of testing the suit's resistance and shielding.

Gripping the knife tightly with both hands, I point it in the direction of his stomach, the area where if something went wrong, he would not receive as much damage. The reason for doing this as already mentioned is to test the suit's resistance to different types of damage, one might wonder why not do this before putting on the clothes, well the answer to that is simple as the fact that they are programmed to only take shape when connected to the neural interface, because they don't. He did it any other way, well, because he's an idiot.

It is necessary to mention the fact that it reactivates the ability to feel pain, in order to know the success of the tests.

The knife was pushed in a quick and accurate movement, which once hit the shield, broke into multiple pieces. A kind of green light glowed for a few seconds before fading.

He examined the knife and its deplorable condition, completely unusable unless someone took the effort to repair it. The test with the shield had worked, now the only thing missing was not using the shield.

Discarding the broken knife and its parts on the table, I grab the double of it and perform the same procedure as before, only this time, the shield on his suit is deactivated.

That fact did not change much other than making it break into larger portions than the previous one.

Once the test was completed, he let both knives and their remains be devoured by the scarabs, in order to reuse the material.

The blowtorch was the next part of the test to be performed, turning it on, he began to pass it through his entire stomach, which given the lack of pain or even heat concluded the test successfully. This happened both in the test with and without a shield.

The end of said blowtorch is the same as that of knives, being devoured by scarabs.

Finally, this left M9 as the last test to complete. The most important given the fact that in zombie apocalypses, the probability of dying at the hands of other human beings from a distance as a result of a firearm is always high.

The gun was pointed in the direction of the stomach and then without hesitation, he emptied half the magazine into it. The bullets were completely pulverized upon impact with the shield of the suit, Christian is not sure why this is, it is probably due to the materials the bullets are made of, since when he performed the experiment again without the shield with the rest of the bullets, they only broke into small pieces.

Considering these are the things typically used to damage Living Metal and Necron shields, this isn't all that surprising overall.

Once the experiments were finished, he placed the gun on the table of origin and ordered the scarabs to eat it along with the remains of the bullets.

"Experiments finished, success proven" He throned his body calmly "Now, let's move on to the next thing."

Heading over to the computer in his lab, he sat in the chair in front of it and began working on his next project.

"Now, what types of weapons should I make for myself?"

There is nothing more natural than the fact of killing something using your own body to kill it, whether it was for food or defense, after all it is the purest way to kill, using the forces that nature itself gives you.

Under that argument, one wonders if modifying one's own body in order to make it stronger and more lethal, such as donning a pair of arms filled to the brim with weapons, would count as cheating.

Which is quite in line with the human being, the dominant species on planet earth, using not only the body's natural strength to win but also its intelligence and ability to create any chance of surviving and thriving.

Looking closely at the new prosthetic arms and legs in front of him, an amused smile began to form on Christian's face.

These new arm and leg prostheses are improved and altered models of those used by Christian, said improvements and alterations consist of the implementation of a multitude of weapons and tools of various types in order to both allow his own defense and attack and to carry out actions of a more complex nature, such as climbing a building from the outside.

Its construction was relatively simple, at least in the mold part, since he had simply copied the design of Christian's own current arms and made a few modifications to them in order to include all the weapons and tools that they currently possess.

It's all thanks to a combination of their Charged abilities, Miniaturization/Efficiency, Necron Technology and the most important piece if you doubt them, the Proto-Tool.

Nodding in congratulations to himself for his work, Christian ordered the servoskull under his command to grab the new prosthetics, and then went to the operating chair, at the same time he ordered his suit to retract until the limbs were left to be removed. discovered.

The process was similar in part to their first operation, the only difference was that when they removed their cybernetic limbs, there was a complete lack of blood from it.

The reason for this is due to the nanomachines that connect his body with his cybernetic limbs that quickly sealed the entire area where the limb was removed.

Once those were done, he gave the order for the servoskull to install the new limbs. To which once the installation process was completed, new data and functions filled her line of sight, while the connection with them finished forming.

Once the process was finished, his suit quickly remodeled to cover the new limbs. After which, he got up from the chair and began to move towards the faithful computer in his laboratory, without even taking a minute to rest or to appreciate his new limbs and began to work again on the next weapons that he would carry.

One would think that their new arms and legs alone would be enough given the large amounts of equipment they carry, however, for Christian this was not the case.

Although his new arms and legs had more than enough equipment and weapons to defend or attack, the truth is that at the end of the day, they are still his limbs, limbs that, if they fail during or due to a fight, will would render him completely useless and he would probably die.

It is for this reason that a weapon external to your body is the best option at the moment, a weapon that would serve both as a way to check the type of enemies that this world has to offer and that, if damaged, it will not affect in nothing to his person.

Basically, a plan A in the form of an external weapon to combat directly and a plan B in its extremities, either to attack or flee. Simple and easy to understand.

Sitting in the chair in front of his computer, Christian's mind searched the deep recesses of his imagination in order to find a type and design of weapon that he liked.

It took almost an hour for said weapon and design to form in his head, although more in terms of the design than the weapon itself.

Transmitting the data of their new creations to their scarabs, they quickly began to build them.

The creation process used by the scarabs is always something that fascinated him, the use of matter-energy conversion allowed them to create anything as long as they had the energy/matter for it.

One can be grateful that the Necron of 40k are divided and broken, because if they were not there, they would have taken everyone, since their awakening.

The construction process once completed allowed us to finally see the designs and appearances of their new weapons.

They consist of a pair of medium-sized pistols (compared to its 1.60M body) of dark black color with red details along the body and handle, which have a kind of secondary barrel under their barrel. from which a small blade protrudes.

Although at first glance its design was somewhat simple, the reality of the matter is that they are a version made entirely of nanomachines of the Ben 10 Proto-tool, only, instead of having a wide variety of various areas, these versions only have weapons and equipment intended to kill and destroy.

Kill and destroy.

As he thought of those words, a wave of doubt began to form in Christian's mind, something he had not felt in all his time in this place.

The reason for this is due to the simple fact of having created something with the sole purpose of killing, of taking the life from another living being.

Now, one may wonder why you feel this way at this point, well the issue with that is that, up to this point, most if not all of your actions and creations had not caused any harm to anyone.

Yes, he had killed several zombies around him as a matter of practice and to obtain materials, when he could have looked for a way to cure them and modified his body with technology that could destroy the world if it got out of control, but in essence none of those things had been done with the purpose of harming others (at least not sentient beings), beyond their defense.

Now, many could say that there was no difference between this and that, since they were being created with the purpose of having another means of defense against the future threats of this world, only in this case they are much more lethal.

A lethality that he shares with all his creations, but which, however, was not something sought.

That is the fundamental difference with his other creations, although all of them have the ability to be used as weapons, that is not the main function of their construction, not even their arms and legs filled to the brim with things. That is the difference, one is tools with the capacity to kill and the others are weapons intended to kill.

These thoughts remained in his head for a long time, something good both for their meaning and for the fact that perhaps this would be one of the few moments where said questions could be asked with complete calm in his being.

¨ Does it matter in the end? ¨ His conscience asked him "This is for living, for surviving, and it's not very different from what you've already done"

¨Yes, good point, it's just that¨ A soft laugh of sadness came out of his mouth ¨You just know I'll probably have to kill another human being¨

That is the central point of the doubt that he currently has in his heart, the fact that as in any apocalypse of this type, he will probably be forced to kill other human beings.

Well, that would be in the typical apocalypse, as far as Christian knows, he finds himself in the magical world of the zombie apocalypse where the infected are only men and there is a whole horde of women eager to keep him company.

He just snorted at this idea, a silly idea, but at least it was useful to get his mind away from his previous thoughts, better than letting his mind and emotions turn off completely through his cranial implants and carrying human .exe as a substitute for alcohol, as a temporary coping measure.

"I'll think about that when the time comes" the voice in his head told him to stop avoiding problems, he ignored it "Now, let's check how these puppies work."

The instant his hands took the handles of his weapons, his vision was filled with its details and functions. This feature was something added to the weapons, they have a series of nodes that connect to the computer located in your brain through a wireless connection.

This would theoretically allow a person with no experience in weapons like Christian (at least not this type) to be able to handle them fluently, in addition of course being able to activate the various functions of the weapons.

Gripping the pistols with inhuman strength, Christian examined them using his scanning and analysis skills on his suit for any sign of imperfection, something necessary given the type of damage they could cause if they failed.

After a while of examination and finding nothing wrong with them, he ordered his suit to be modified in order to include a pair of holsters in his pants, where when finished, he kept his weapons.

He began to walk to the laboratory mirror, which could very well be his home since he practically lives there, and then once in front of it, admire the fruits of his work.

"Well, I think... I'm ready... for what this world has to give" he said with a slightly doubtful voice, before tilting his head and putting a positive smile on his face "Now to mark the teammates."

Modifying a canoptek spyder under the summer sun is an activity that Christian never thought he would be doing in his life, although well that could apply to everything that has happened in the last few days.

Being back on that roof of his awakening, he is currently making a series of modifications and installations to his trusty spyder, his main source of material and construction.

Said modifications and installations consist of things like a second power generator to reinforce the production and maintenance of the spyder, useful given the fact that I also install a shield and a few weapons to improve both its defense and attack, last but not least , also and like the rest of his "thinking" creations, had placed a chip in it, which allows him to connect remotely with them, allowing him not only to know their physical state, but also to order them to come where he is and Other things.

Finishing installing all the equipment, Christian carefully observed how the tools in his arms, used to carry out the procedure, returned to the inside of his arms, and then were once again covered by his suit, which had been retracted in order to use these tools without damaging it.

A new variety of data was presented in his view, data that was mostly about his various "Thinking" constructs, their status, location, capacity, etc.

Once the connection process was finished, he performed a system diagnosis to ensure its operation, and then once he made sure that everything was fine, he went to the edge of the building connected to the alley where he had woken up a few days ago.

This alley is completely empty, the reason for this is both the use of any zombie in the area as construction material by converting their bodies into energy thanks to the scarabs and the spyder under his command (he did not want to use it in the buildings in order not to attract attention) and the fact that the surroundings of the roof where it is, are devoid of anything striking that could keep them here.

One would think that the presence of the gigantic canoptek spyder would be enough to keep them in place, but the thing is that beyond looking bright and flashy, it did not have something that would make the zombies want to stay in place, perhaps the reason This was due to its lack of noise, its lack of smell, the fact that it was a robot, etc.

In general, and beyond the sound of the air and the rats in the area, there was nothing that caught the attention of the place, even Christian who has scanners capable of detecting life in twenty meters, did not find anything striking.

"Okay, time to explore" he turned to look at the silent spyder "Take care, I'll call you if I need anything."

One could say that it is very reckless of Christian to leave the spyder in this place in sight of any random person walking by the place, which is not entirely correct, because to see him one would need to climb a building, but for that matter, simply leaving it here alone could be considered stupid and reckless.

He knows that clearly, but I consider that, given that the spyder had not suffered any damage or attack during the entire time that he was locked in his laboratory, ignoring, of course, the periods used to order the collection of materials from the scarabs, He concluded that that would be the same in this case, furthermore, and if that situation arises, the spyder is fully equipped to handle any type of threat both thanks to his natural abilities and the recently implanted ones.

An extremely arrogant thought of course, but appropriate for someone of his type.

Taking one last look at the spyder, he returned his gaze to the alley, then hesitantly dropped to his feet from the edge.

His landing was smooth and silent, this was thanks to the antigravity technology in both his legs and suit, which allowed him not only to greatly reduce his weight, but also to fly, but slowly and a little unstable due to the lack of practice. A computer and modifications will do a lot for you, but if your body and mind are not used to the activity then no matter what you have, you are going to fail.

Recovering from his fall, he began walking to the left exit of the alley. The building (its roof more specifically) where he is located is in an apparent business area, a place that he would call the center of the city due to its large number of buildings. The building itself is in one of the many rows of buildings in the area.

During the journey to the exit of the place, the idea of returning and returning to his laboratory and locking himself up again to never come out and face his situation appeared in his head, an idea that he quickly discarded for the simple fact of not being a coward. shit and the simple fact of wanting to explore, silly for many, but that's how he is.

Without any further hesitation or doubt in his mind, he gave a small prayer hoping that everything would turn out well…he really hoped that everything would turn out well.

Hello how are you?

I hope it's ok.

Third chapter of the fanfic, in this we can see how Christian creates his equipment and tools that he will use to explore the new world where he is, in addition to of course some doubts about himself.

As always, I remind you that English is not my first language and I am open to criticism.

Thank you for reading.