The wood grain on the third plank from the left still looked like a weeping woman if he squinted. Ryu knew this because he had spent approximately three thousand years staring at it. If he tilted his head forty-five degrees to the right, the knot in the timber looked like a very disappointed potato. He felt a spiritual kinship with that potato.Ryu blinked, his eyelashes feeling like heavy iron shutters. This was morning number 36,500,000. Give or take a few leap years the system might have forgotten to program into this digital hellscape. He didn't sit up. He didn't stretch. There was no need for a morning routine when your muscles had reached a state of perpetual, hyper-dense perfection that defied the laws of biology."Three... two... one..." Ryu whispered. His voice was a dry rasp, the sound of ancient parchment rubbing together.BAM!The flimsy wooden door of the starter hut didn't just open; it disintegrated into a flurry of toothpicks. A gust of wind, smelling of wet fur and pr

Ryu lowered his hand slowly, his fingers twitching with a residual hum of kinetic energy. "Right. Paper-thin world. Got it," he muttered to himself, his voice sounding raspy after centuries of only talking to a pig.The three scavengers, two men and a woman who had been seconds away from becoming Void Hound kibble, weren't moving. They weren't even breathing. One of them, a guy with a rusted pipe and a 'Hard Hat' that offered exactly +2 Defense, dropped his weapon. It clattered against the cracked asphalt, the sound echoing through the artificial canyon Ryu had just carved into the skyline. To them, it wasn't just that the monster was gone; it was that the reality of the city itself had been edited out of existence by a casual wave.Ryu looked at his palm, then at the three-story building that now looked like a half-eaten graham cracker. "I really meant to just shoo it away. Like a fly. You know? Shoo?" He made a much smaller, much more delicate flicking motion.A nearby mailbox expl

Ryu stared at the tip of the claymore, which was currently trembling a mere inch from his windpipe. Tiberion’s breath smelled like expensive espresso and unbridled ego. The "Wolf Soul" aura radiating from the man was supposed to be terrifying, a golden, swirling vortex of mana that took the shape of a snarling lupine predator. To the average hunter, it was a death sentence. To Ryu, who had spent the last few centuries of his loop practicing meditative breathing while a literal God-Eater Serpent tried to swallow his hut, it looked like a particularly agitated golden retriever."A sparring match?" Ryu repeated, his voice flat. He looked past the sword at Tiberion’s vein-popping forehead. "Is there food involved? Because Pyra said something about chicken curry, and I’ve been thinking about the logistics of spices for the last three minutes."Tiberion’s eye twitched. "You think this is a joke? You destroyed a Grade-4 measuring stone with a 'flick.' You’re either using a banned artifact or

The dust hadn't even settled before Ryu reached out, his fingers closing around a piece of flying breaded chicken mid-air. He looked at it for a fraction of a second, his heart sinking as a thick coating of pulverized drywall and grey insulation settled over the golden-brown crust."Ruined," Ryu whispered. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that was completely lost under the cacophony of screaming civilians and the grinding of stone."Ryu, get down!" Pyra’s voice was no longer the soft, hesitant tone of a woman on a date. It was a command backed by the authority of a thousand scorched battlefields. She didn't wait for his response. With a burst of thermal energy that shattered the remaining windows of the restaurant, she propelled herself through the gaping hole in the wall.Ryu stood amidst the wreckage, the Level 1 icon above his head bobbing slightly as he stepped over a mangled table. Outside, the shopping district had been transformed into a kill zone. A rift, jagged and bleed