2026-11-07 17:16:36The night wind carried the smell of iron and smoke.
Arthur slipped through the dark streets of the Ninth District with the blood-slick spider padding silently at his heels. One man, one machine, swallowed by the shadows.
The Blood Axe Gang's headquarters had been built inside an old air-raid shelter, a squat concrete warehouse that the whole slum treated as forbidden ground. Anyone who wandered too close ended up crippled or dead.
Tonight, it was lit up like a bonfire.
Screams and drunken laughter spilled out of the main doors.
"Hahaha! Damn, this is good!"
Bill, the gang's second-in-command, had one boot planted on the head of an old scavenger and was howling with delight. He stood over two meters tall, and his entire body was now encased in thick gray stone. An E-rank Rock Armor System.
"Listen up, all of you!" Bill kicked, and the old man's jaw cracked. He turned to the trembling crowd with a savage grin. "From tonight, the Ninth District belongs to the Blood Axe! Every man goes outside the wall and hunts mutants for me! Every woman stays and works for me! Anyone who says no gets his skull smashed!"
To drive the point home, he swung a fist into the concrete wall beside him. It punched a hole half a meter deep, and chunks of rubble rained down.
Everyone shut their eyes. In a slum where even the city guards refused to set foot, an Awakener was a god, and gods did not take no for an answer.
"Is that so?"
A voice, cold and utterly without emotion, drifted in from the doorway.
Step. Step. Step.
Arthur walked out of the dark and into the firelight with both hands in his pockets.
The whole room went silent.
Bill blinked, then burst into a roar of laughter. "Well, well! It's the trash from the morning ceremony! The life-class loser, Arthur!"
He swaggered forward and slammed his stone fists together with a dull boom. "What's this? Got tired of living? Came to loosen up old Bill's muscles? Good timing! I've never killed an Awakener before. I'll use your head to cut the ribbon!"
Arthur didn't even look at him. His eyes had drifted past the clown, locked onto the mountain of scrap piled behind him.
Steel beams. Car frames. Engine blocks. Even a few dead industrial generators.
Everything the Blood Axe had stripped from the slums for years.
Jackpot.
His eyes lit up with a greedy shine. With this much metal, he could grow his machine army into something truly terrifying.
"Where the hell are you looking, you little brat?!"
Bill's ego took the hit like a slap. He roared, and the stone on his body swelled with a grinding crunch. Like a charging rhino, he lunged forward, one giant rock fist swinging straight for Arthur's head.
"DIE, TRASH!"
Arthur didn't move. He didn't even step back. The corner of his mouth curled, a thin, mocking smile.
"Kill him."
Three quiet words.
BOOM.
The ceiling vent shattered. A steel behemoth, glowing a pale blue, dropped from the dark like a falling mountain.
CRASH.
The spider's multi-ton body landed squarely on the charging man. Bill's stone armor, the armor he had bragged about all night, crumpled like tofu.
Crack. Crack-crack.
Spiderweb fractures raced across the rock. Then it collapsed. Bill was driven flat into the floor and coughed up a mouthful of blood, ribs snapping like dry twigs.
The room gasped.
"What... what is that thing?"
A life-class System can summon THIS?
"Impossible..." Bill whispered. He lay pinned beneath the machine, feeling like an ant under an elephant's foot. One twitch from it, and he'd be paste. "You're not life-class! What are you?!"
"Me?" Arthur crouched and patted Bill's bloody cheek. "I'm just an ordinary man with no System at all. But my toys have bad tempers."
Hmmmm.
The spider's twin guns spun up, the barrels cold against Bill's forehead. The blood in his veins turned to ice. His bladder let go.
"No! Don't kill me! Master Arthur! Grandpa Arthur! I was wrong! I'll give you everything I have! Please, spare a dog's life!"
He kowtowed frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Arthur's eyes held no warmth at all.
"I don't need you to give it to me. If I kill you, everything here is mine anyway."
He stood up and turned his back, not bothering to look at the garbage again.
"Fire."
Ratatatatat!
The storm of metal tore loose. In less than a second, Bill's head burst like a melon under a sledgehammer, and the stone armor around his chest was punched into lace.
The dozen remaining gang members dropped to their knees in a heap, scrambling and begging.
"Mercy! We were forced to follow him!"
"Boss Arthur, spare us!"
Arthur never looked at them. His hungry gaze was fixed on the scrap.
"Ring. Absorb all of it."
He strode forward and slammed his palm onto a dead industrial generator. The silver ring flared with a blue light brighter than anything it had shown before, like an invisible net dragging every piece of metal in sight into itself.
[Scrap steel absorbed. Iron +50.]
[Wrecked car frames absorbed. Iron +100.]
[Industrial generator absorbed. Iron +300. Micro energy core x2 obtained.]
[Current iron: 465 units. Energy reserve: 70 percent.]
This wasn't a good hand. This was a royal flush.
"Build. All of it. Now."
"Three more T-1 Spiders! Two Basic Gunpowder Turrets! Build them all!"
[Third micro energy core synthesized from reserve. Energy reserve: 40 percent.]
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Silver-blue light pulsed through the warehouse, bending the air.
When the glare faded, three more spiders stood behind Arthur, identical to the first, their red optical eyes blazing in the darkness. To his left and right, two three-meter gun turrets turned their heavy barrels with a low grinding hum, smelling of hot powder.
Four heavy spiders. Two turrets.
A small, fully armed mechanical army had just been born in the slums.
Arthur stood at the center of it, his torn clothes stirring in the night wind, and the clean boyish lines of his face were twisted with a chilling madness.
Flesh? Systems? Against a storm of metal, they were all just paper.
He raised a hand and pointed at the black streets outside.
"Tonight, the Ninth District has one rule."
His voice was quiet, but it carried a killing cold.
"Obey me and live. Defy me and die. Go. Take every scrap of metal back."
Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack.
Four spiders stepped forward as one. The turrets' treads growled behind them.
Arthur's night of slaughter had only just reached its climax.
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