God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 470: Golden Tyrant Amour Set

Gabriel’s eyes moved to the armour at once.

A faint screen appeared above it.

[Golden Tyrant Armour Set]

[Rarity: Gold]

[Description: A complete defensive treasure set forged for high ranking combatants. Increases physical defence, magic resistance, movent speed, stamina retention, and impact stability. Wearing the full set grants an additional bonus to reaction speed and weapon handling.

Chestplate: 120 Defense

Greaves: 99 Defense, 50 Speed

Gauntlets: 55 Strength

Shoulder guards: 85 Defense

Boots: 50 Speed]

[Set Effect: When three or more pieces are worn, the user gains minor resistance to shock and impact attacks.]

Gabriel bent slightly and picked up the breastplate first. Even without the system screen, he could already tell the quality was high. The material was sturdy, the enchantnts were clean, and the weight was well balanced. This was not a single treasure pretending to be a set. Every piece had value on its own.

He looked through the remaining parts one after the other.

The breastplate was Gold rank.

The gauntlets were Gold rank.

The boots were Gold rank.

The greaves were Gold rank.

Even the shoulder guards were Gold rank.

Anna could not hide her surprise. "The whole thing?"

Gabriel gave a small nod. "Yes."

Seraphina glanced at the armour and then at Henry’s ashes. "So the fool really was wearing sothing this decent."

He ignored that and checked the set bonus one more ti. Defence, speed, stability, reaction speed, stamina control, and improved balance during movent. It was a balanced treasure made for direct combat. Soone like Henry had wasted part of its value by relying too much on the protection and not enough on proper skill.

Still, the armour itself was impressive. Any fighter wearing the complete set would beco much harder to kill, and the speed boost alone ant it was not the kind of heavy armour that slowed its user down.

Gabriel stored the full set away for later use. Whether he kept it for himself, gave it to one of his future captains, or used it as part of a reward structure, he would decide later. For now there was no reason to stand there thinking too much about it.

The extractions were done.

He turned away from the ashes, looked over the basent one last ti, and then started walking toward the stairs. Anna moved aside imdiately to let him pass. Seraphina followed without saying much. He stepped out into the hallway as if nothing unusual had happened below the mansion. His clothes were clean, his expression was calm, and his pace remained steady.

If anyone saw him now, they would never guess that he had just turned a pile of corpses into skills, treasures, and a strange key tied to hidden content.

Once they reached the hallway, Anna finally spoke.

"Master, is there anything else you need tonight?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No. Have the basent cleaned tomorrow. Leave the ashes for now, but move the remaining ice blocks out."

"Yes, Master."

He then looked ahead and spoke in the sa calm tone.

"Also, send word in the morning. I want a eting."

Anna straightened slightly. "Who should attend?"

"Only the core mbers and anyone already holding a high position in the camp."

She nodded at once. "Understood."

Gabriel said nothing else after that. The matter was already decided in his mind. Now that the extractions were complete, the next step was obvious. The camp could not keep operating like a loose gathering of strong people and survivors. If he intended to turn this place into a true guild, then the structure had to start now. Roles needed to be assigned. Authority had to be clear. Responsibilities had to be distributed properly.

By the ti the first light of morning spread across the camp, the news had already begun to circulate.

A eting.

Limited attendance.

Only core mbers or those with enough standing to matter.

That alone was enough to stir the entire place.

Whispers spread between tents, supply posts, and training grounds. So thought Sir Broken was about to announce an expansion. Others believed he had found a new dungeon or was planning to move the entire camp. A few guessed that punishnts would be handed out. Nobody knew the truth, but everyone had sothing to say.

The uncertainty only made people prepare more seriously.

So cleaned their gear even if they were not invited. Others tried to ask around for information from anyone close to Gabriel. A few of the lower ranked mbers even stood at a distance from the mansion, staring toward it as if they might sohow learn sothing by watching the guards and ssengers go in and out.

More whispers spread around the breakfast fires. So said the eting would decide who could officially call themselves guild mbers and who would remain ordinary recruits. Others whispered that Gabriel had obtained powerful treasures after the battle and was about to reward the strongest people under him. A few even claid he was preparing for war and wanted to place trusted fighters in command before making his next move. Every guess sounded possible because nobody outside the inner circle knew enough to deny it.

Near one side of the camp, Ragnarok99 stood with his arms folded while Bunny adjusted the strap of her weapon. Both had clearly heard the sa rumors.

"So," Ragnarok99 said, "what do you think this is about?"

Bunny frowned slightly. "No idea. But if I had to guess, Sir Broken might finally be planning to structure the camp properly."

Ragnarok99 looked at her. "You an positions?"

"Maybe," Bunny said. "Captains. Squad leaders. Sothing like that. He has been pulling strong people together for a while now. It would make sense."

She paused for a second before adding, "But I am not sure. It could be sothing else."

Ragnarok99 exhaled. "That narrows it down to everything."

Bunny rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. "I said I was guessing."

Neither of them argued.

Before he could reply, SniperBowLegend walked over and stopped beside them. He had also heard enough whispers to know sothing serious was happening, but unlike many others, he did not look especially bothered by it, just like always.

Ragnarok99 turned toward him. "You got any idea what the eting is for?"

He shrugged. "No."

Bunny crossed her arms. "The only way to find out is to attend the eting, I guess."