Atticus went through a whole series of tests attempting to assess the defensive capabilities of his suit.
He increased the temperature of the training room to staggering degrees. It was to an extent that Atticus wouldn't dare stay in such a space for a prolonged period of time before. He would have been melted like cheese.
But with him donning his suit, Atticus could proudly say that he didn't even feel any heat. The suit maintained the same exact temperature as before regardless of how much he turned up the heat.
Due to Atticus's incredibly keen senses, he was able to notice some slight changes in temperature anytime he abruptly increased the temperature. It only occurred for a second, but to Atticus, it was more than enough.
'It's as if the suit adapted,' Atticus immediately made some assumptions based on what he had observed.
'They must know more about this exosuit than me,' Atticus suddenly recalled the blue-haired scientist that he had an altercation with earlier today. Since they had been the ones to design the suit, it was only natural that they knew about its capabilities.
'I'd have to figure it out on my own,' regardless, he would rather die than ask those bastards who used him as an experimental tool for help.
'First of all, the suit adapts. But to what extent?' Atticus decided to test and see how far it could go.
'Personally, I could withstand as high as 3500 degrees Celsius, which is basically hotter than lava, but this is obviously with some conditions,' Atticus had been able to withstand this temperature because of a multitude of things.
First would be his change in constitution because of his fire mimicry, and another would be because he was actively controlling the fire element around him and mitigating the heat.
But with the suit, Atticus didn't need to do any of this; he didn't even need to focus on the fire element.
Atticus cranked up the temperature of the training room to the highest it could reach, five thousand degrees, and as he saw that the suit still performed the same action, immediately adapting and adjusting accordingly, Atticus's heart skipped a beat in excitement.
'Doesn't this mean that I'm basically immune to master rank fire?' Atticus thought in elation.
During his five years at the Ravenstein Estate, Atticus had done some research about the elementalist bloodline levels and it's relationship with ranks.
99% of elementalists in the human domain maintained this relationship between their bloodline and rank, novice to master rank individual would always hover between level 1-3 of their bloodline.
It was during this that Atticus was able to get insights about the grandmaster rank and the prerequisite of attaining it.
To enter the grandmaster rank required you to first be able to create a domain, and this was the same prerequisite for entering level 4 of the elemental bloodline.
What this entailed was simple: master rank individuals were more or less always in level 3 of their respective bloodlines.
According to Atticus's calculations and powers he had experienced when battling master rank fire elementalists, their limits had been at most four thousand degrees Celsius.
He immediately tried it with each of the elements, attempting to see where its limits lay: Lightning, ice, air, water.
Unfortunately, these had only been the elements he could attempt to find out the limit to an extent in the advanced training room.
The simulation of the rest of his elements had been subpar. Plus, Atticus hadn't been able to test out his space bloodline.
Despite the incredible upgrades, the training room still couldn't stimulate the space element.
'I guess I'd have to try the rest in the elemental rooms,' Atticus decided to leave the remainder of the testing until he got to the academy campus.
The elemental rooms would be able to give him the intensity he wanted.
'Regardless, this is good, very good. I'm practically immune to almost all master rank elemental attacks. Though I'm not sure about arts,'
Atticus pondered as he walked over to the control terminal by the platform. The purpose of arts was to increase the attack power of an individual multiple times, although Atticus could withstand the normal elemental attacks, he wasn't sure about an art-infused one.
Atticus tapped on the control terminal a few times and after a few clicks, the platform beside him lit up and liquid metal slipped out of them, coalescing until the form of an extremely large man was formed.
Of course, it was completely silver, and gazing at the large and thick limbs with bulging muscles, it was clear that even without the silver color, they would all still look metallic.
It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out; these were all the features of the Emberforge family, the blacksmiths of the human domain.
Atticus also changed the landscape into an endless flatland and immediately walked, putting a good distance from the terminal.
The robot also walked forward, standing a few meters in front of him.
Atticus gazed at the ginormous robot standing at least 6'7 feet, calmly. It emitted the unmistakable aura of a master+ rank and Atticus had chosen it for just one purpose: to test the physical defensive capabilities of the suit.
Of all the families of the human domain, the Emberforge were known as brutes. When it came to just physical strength, even without the utilization of mana, they were unmatched.
"Utilizing mana to augment and bloodline to supplement, attack me with your strongest attack,"
Atticus instructed the AI, who immediately listened.
The large robot suddenly fixed its gaze at Atticus, an intense amount of pressure immediately engulfing the area.
If this had been Atticus before, he would have been forced to, at the very least, stagger, but Atticus's current form hadn't even flinched.
The bulging muscles of the robot seemed to bulge even more as its form started getting slowly enveloped in pitch-black metal.
After a few seconds, with its whole form covered in a black, plain-looking armor, the robot's form tensed as it moved.