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What did Ben need to have on him in the event he succeeded in his prison break? Usually, any items he created were meant to help shore up his various weaknesses but as he looked at himself with a critical eye he couldn’t help but ask just how many of those he still had.

He’d just beaten his lack of mana in a huge way with the tens of millions stored in his coat; that meant he practically had no need to worry about how he’d attack. Even if breaking down the barrier was going to take every drop he was going to shove into his soul, he’d still have tens of millions more to grab from to do it all over again. It was something he was even doing as he sat there, overfilling his soul by hundreds of thousands of points at a time, dealing with the pain it caused to keep training his soul production for the massive experience it was giving his job.

No, with one exception, he didn’t need to worry about how he’d be fighting, leaving only two other things he cared about solving. His defense and his speed.

The first of which was partially solved too. For what little convenience he had in his cell, Ben hadn’t been stripped. His jacket was still on him, a high legendary item with all of the defenses he’d been able to cram on it when he’d had both a workshop and his full skill library to do it with.

The issue that left was for all of his other bits, or at least just his legs and head. As inconvenient as it would have been if he’d lost a hand while escaping, he’d manage and he didn’t want to lose what finger dexterity he had given some of what he might’ve had to do.

No, what mattered was ensuring that nothing shot a hole through his face or took him out at the legs, leaving him to focus in those directions as he began materializing and making all he could.

“Hmm? What is it now?” Tenth asked, seeing the work Ben was putting in but not knowing that droves of what was coming into existence were pure magic materials as Ben shaped them with his power.

“Preparing for my big prison break, I just need the right tools for the right job before I finally give it a try.”

“I see.”

The galwaxian asked no more, having given up on trying to talk Ben out of whatever hope he’d felt and instead let the man work with what he had.

With the first being a helmet, though an untraditional one given it looked more like a choker than anything else and fit snugly around his neck until he activated the enchantments on it, creating a layer of mana loosely around his head.

It was far from comfortable but that wasn’t the main complaint he had for it as he looked down at his hands and the sparse rings on his fingers. He had his magic ones, with the main being both high levels of archmagic and non-affinity magic, but that was it. None of the other skills he’d carefully collected to use aspects of and enhance his work were there to use and enjoy, making him swear to himself that should he escape he’d find a way to carry the rest with him at all times for cases just such as that.

But dear god, don’t let me have a lot more cases like this, pretty please. He silently begged while he continued his work, weaving an unusual thread through the pants he was wearing, one composed of both mythril and white mana crystal to power the enchantments he intended to place as he shaped his mana into something that would act as a flexible barrier, at least to an extent.

There was really only so much he could do on that front but he was confident that nothing that would hit him would sever a limb and should he have constructed it correctly, he was significantly less likely to be knocked over or swept off his feet if his legs were struck either, with part of the enchantments purpose designed to help weaken the force of any blow.

He did a bit of testing right after making it, punching the fabric with his full strength and swinging a knife at it too, but it was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to see the full potential of until they were put to a real test, making him glance out of his prison down below at all of the monsters who’d be more that happy to try.

…Don’t think about it.

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It would be enough or it wouldn’t, he wouldn’t know for sure until he was down there and until then he’d focus on the rest, with his defense being good enough that he’d be able to focus on what was both his priority and his enemy in and of itself; running.

He hadn’t been able to tell when he’d first been dragged to that world, the angle had made it a challenge, but he hadn’t actually been placed far from the gates. A couple of hundred meters, tops, which he’d have to sprint with all he had and then some to get to the other end.