The city was a battlefield of broken streets and corrupted NPCs. H NTR still lingered like smoke twisting through the alleys. Chris moved through it all, katana in hand, scanning the narrative threads for corruption.
Suddenly a metallic shimmer appeared in the sky. Hundreds of Clockwork Phantoms descended into the city, their gears grinding and eyes glowing with cold mechanical precision. At their center floated Doctor West atop a haphazard construct of magitech and gears.
" Ah Chris " West boomed his voice carrying unnaturally. " So the universe's little H NTR exterminator has returned. Let us see if you can survive true machinery of fate "
Chris tilted his head and surveyed the army. Every Phantom's stats and H NTR corruption levels were visible in his mind. He smirked.
" Gears swords and magic toys You really should have read the tutorial on Don't mess with meta-slayers "
Chris moved faster than thought. Reality seemed to slow as his katana hummed with invisible energy. The Clockwork Phantoms surged forward swinging blades and firing energy projections. Every strike Chris made was more than physical it rewrote the narrative around his enemies erasing corruption and intention in an instant.
The Phantoms shattered into fragments of story logic one after another. Chris moved through them like a storm of steel, meta-aware and unstoppable.
Doctor West's eyes widened. " Impossible You How can you "
Chris ignored him and stepped forward. West unleashed a torrent of magical and mechanical attacks but Chris anticipated every move. He swung his katana in a single fluid motion reality bending around the blade. West's constructs dissolved and his body fragmented as his narrative thread was severed entirely.
Chris sheathed his blade. The city stilled H NTR corruption shrank and NPCs blinked in confusion but unharmed. Chris stood alone breathing lightly.
Stogainaf watched beyond the boundaries of reality with faint amusement. Chaos Mecha Padagrhma scowled. Distant mechas Dovahkiin Mecha Mecha Dead End registered the anomaly. Elder Gods whispered across universes and even Arkham Asylum stirred in conceptual awareness.
Chris crouched in the empty street katana faintly glowing and muttered
" Looks like the first wave of H NTR is handled Now let us see who else wants a piece of the meta-slayer "