Chapter 109: The Anti-Mental Power Riot Shirt

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: The Anti-Mental Power Riot Shirt

However, physical durability was still not the most valuable quality of this silk.

Liam told Isabella to use the silk harvested from the first four thousand cocoons, combining a small proportion of high-grade bamboo fiber into the inner lining to increase sweat absorption and breathability, weaving three sample bolts of Cryomollis silk fabric in a high-density twill weave before sewing them into three inner undershirts.

The first three sample shirts were completed right in the temporary design room on planet Cygnus after only three days of continuous work, supported by the Mason family’s high-tech micro-point weaving machine and Isabella’s skillful tailoring.

The shirt had an ivory-white color accented with subtle sunken golden-yellow veins running along the main acupoints on the body, feeling so light in the hand that it seemed weightless, its surface smooth and cool like top-grade jade.

Liam did not state the specific reason to Isabella and Sebastian to avoid exposing the existence of the Crown Prince down in the cellar; he only said he wanted to ask his eldest maternal uncle Theodore to use military medical equipment to test the shirt’s energy conductivity index, subsequently taking one shirt straight down to the secret basement.

At this moment, down in the basement, Theodore was standing in front of the hibernation pod’s monitoring screen, frowning so tightly his brows could nearly crush a fly.

The fragments within Noah Coronado’s mental sea had reconnected by over seventy percent after a month of being nourished daily with high-concentration fresh Grass Worm soup and Spiritual Dew. However, the process of re-establishing the mental sea of an Alpha standing at the threshold of breaking through from grade 2S to 3S came with an extremely dangerous side effect: surplus mental energy continuously leaked outward through the surface of the skin in hidden shockwaves.

Every time a shockwave leaked out, the blood vessels beneath the man’s skin bulged as though about to burst, while the ordinary patient uniform worn on his body was torn to shreds into tattered scraps of cloth by the mental energy. The entire pressure warning system inside the hibernation pod flashed yellow lights every so often, yet increasing the output of the hibernation pod’s suppression locks would slow down the process of consciousness recovery and inflict reverse damage onto the newly formed mental core.

"Liam, you are nearly seven months pregnant now, stand back a little!" Theodore saw Liam walk in, hurriedly issuing a warning: "His mental core is in its final restructuring cycle, the energy leaking across the surface of his body is very chaotic; I am considering whether to inject a heavy dose of sedative to hold it back..."

"Hold off on injecting the medicine, injecting a sedative right now will interrupt the process of his mental power condensing."

Liam strode quickly forward, handing the inner undershirt freshly sewn from Cryomollis Silk to Theodore: "Eldest Uncle, please help me put this shirt on him to try."

Theodore stared blankly at the paper-thin shirt in his maternal nephew’s hand: "What kind of time is this for you to still be in the mood to change him into nice clothes? Even the patient uniform woven from A-grade synthetic fiber specialized for military medicine was torn apart in three seconds by his mental impulses, what is the point of putting this cicada-wing-thin silk shirt of yours on him?"

"Just try putting it on him first, this is no ordinary silk; it was woven from the silk of Grass Worms fed on red mulberry leaves that I have been raising for the past month!" Liam urged.

Theodore’s gaze shifted immediately upon hearing the words "Grass Worm silk". He opened the hibernation pod lid without hesitating for another second, while Liam stood beside the pod reaching out a hand to lightly touch the back of Noah’s hand, releasing a trace of jasmine pheromones to soothe Noah’s instincts as Theodore swiftly changed the man into the new silk shirt.

A scene that left Theodore so stunned he forgot to breathe unfolded the very moment the shirt woven from Cryomollis Silk pressed close against Noah’s skin, which was scorching hot and bulging with blood vessels.

The sunken golden-yellow veins on the surface of the fabric seemed activated by the leaking source of mental power, simultaneously lighting up with a gentle halo.

The ferocious 2S-grade mental impulse stream that had been ramming wildly throughout the man’s body immediately acted like a floodwater meeting a perfect drainage channel the instant it touched the layer of Cryomollis Silk fabric.

Each golden-yellow silk thread absorbed all the surplus chaotic energy, filtering out the frenzied violence through the natural active Cryomollis compound residing within the molecular structure of the silk, subsequently converting it into a mild energy stream that circulated back into the meridians and mental sea of the host body!

On the medical monitoring screen, the blood vessel pressure index and the mental power leakage level sitting at the red warning line immediately plummeted straight down to the safe green level within merely ten short seconds!

The terrifying blue veins on Noah’s neck and arms slowly receded, the man’s complexion that had been pale, taut from pain relaxed, while his breathing became smooth and deep. The delicate silk shirt itself did not have a single tiny scratch, still hugging the muscular physique of the man inside the pod to a perfect fit.

Theodore stared fixedly at the data panel on the screen before looking down again at the delicate undershirt on the Crown Prince’s body:

"This... Unbelievable! This layer of fabric not only withstands 2S-grade mental impulses completely unscathed, it is also capable of automatically absorbing, purifying, and draining rioting mental power back into a balanced state?! Its external stabilizing effect is equivalent to carrying a mobile mental power regulating pod on one’s body 24/7!"

No one understood the terrifying value of this shirt better than Theodore as the head of the frontline military medical sector.

Across the entire Lumina Galaxy nowadays, the greatest enemy of high-grade Alpha warriors apart from the Insectoid race was precisely mental power rioting. Whenever engaging in high-intensity combat on the battlefield, overloading the mental power connected to a Mecha cockpit could very easily lead to a loss of control; in mild cases it damaged the gland, forcing a crippled discharge from the military, while in severe cases it drove the pilot mad right on the battlefield and caused them to self-destruct alongside the enemy.

If every frontline soldier or patient suffering from a pheromone disorder had an undershirt made from Cryomollis Silk worn beneath their military uniform, it could reduce the risk of mental power rioting during combat by at least seventy percent!

As for Omegas, this layer of fabric was an absolute shield protecting the gland, blocking all malicious pheromone suppression from the outside!

Theodore whipped around to look at Liam, gripping his maternal nephew’s shoulders tightly with both hands, his voice trembling from overwhelming excitement:

"Liam! Do you have any idea what this thing you and Isabella have just created means to the entire Empire?! This is no longer merely fashionable clothing, it is strategic-grade medical protective gear capable of changing the life-or-death outcome for millions of soldiers on the battlefield!"

Liam looked at his eldest maternal uncle’s agitated expression, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile that had already calculated everything beforehand:

"I know. That is why I held it back without letting Sister Isabella announce it to the market yet. If a private weaving mill of the Martinez family launched a fabric with such heaven-defying functions on its own, it would certainly be torn apart immediately by the military powers and the Research Institute."

He looked straight into Theodore’s eyes, slowly continuing:

"However, if this ’Anti-Mental Power Riot Shirt’ product line is an exclusive joint project between the Isabella Weaving Mill, your family’s Vance Military Medical Group, and my adoptive father’s Ministry of Internal Affairs, that is another story. Sister Isabella’s mill holds the techniques for raising worms to harvest silk and weaving the original fabric, the Vance family takes responsibility for medical testing and distribution to hospital channels alongside the Legions, while we divide the profits according to our contribution ratios. Eldest Uncle, what do you think of this business deal?"

Theodore looked at the nineteen-year-old maternal nephew standing before him supporting a six-and-a-half-month pregnant belly with one hand, his originally sharp, clever mind now left with only one thought: Utter admiration!

This boy not only held a medical gold mine in his hands, but every single step he took calculated both paths of retreat, advance so tightly that it pulled the Hall family, the Mason family, and now even the maternal Vance family together into a rock-solid alliance of shared interests. With William Hall’s Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Vance family’s military medical reputation standing at the forefront, simultaneously supplying life-saving gear directly to the five great Legions, who across this Lumina Galaxy would dare touch a single hair of the three Martinez siblings anymore?!

"Good! Truly splendid!" Theodore slapped his thigh with a loud laugh, all his exhaustion, anxiety over the past several months seeming to melt clean away: "Let me immediately contact your second maternal uncle and that old man William Hall; I will personally put my name down as the medical guarantor for this project!"