The city was a war zone of shattered streets and flickering narrative threads. Chris stood alone on the train platform katana in hand. Across the tracks the Dovahkiin Mecha loomed, draconic eyes glowing with raw energy. Every step it took bent reality slightly, the air warping around its massive frame.
Chris flexed his fingers and scanned its stats with full meta-awareness. Physical threat extreme Narrative threat high H NTR irrelevant
He muttered under his breath
"Big toy time. Let us see if you bleed plot fragments"
The mecha surged forward, releasing a barrage of energy blasts and swinging massive draconic claws. Chris moved faster than sight allowing him to dodge, teleporting across narrative threads and phasing through impossible trajectories. Sparks flew as blasts struck the ground where he had been seconds ago.
Every swing of his katana cut not just metal but narrative. Parts of the mecha's story thread unraveled into shimmering fragments, glitching as if the universe itself objected.
The fight escalated. They clashed across rooftops and collapsing streets. Trains twisted and rails warped beneath their movements. Chris teleported in impossible angles slicing multiple points at once while creating phantom clones to distract the mecha. Each strike caused sparks and glitches to ripple through its enormous frame.
The Dovahkiin Mecha adapted regenerating damaged sections and swinging unpredictably. Chris smirked midair
"Really think raw power can scare someone who slices H NTR for breakfast"
He launched himself at the mecha executing a series of impossible attacks. Reality warped with every swing. Narrative threads unravelled, mechanics of the universe bending to follow his blade.
Finally Chris leapt high into the air and struck a single decisive blow. The katana cut through the mecha's physical frame and narrative threads simultaneously. Time seemed to slow as the Dovahkiin Mecha fractured in impossible angles. Sparks, energy, and fragments of corrupted story exploded outward.
When the dust settled the mecha lay in ruin. Residual cosmic energy pulsed from its body hinting at its origin and observers beyond the city.
Chris landed lightly on the platform katana sheathed. He looked over the wreckage and muttered
"And that is why you never mess with a Stogainaf-powered NTR slayer. Next toy please"
Far beyond the city Stogainaf watched with faint amusement. Chaos Mecha Padagrhma scowled as its gears ground in agitation. Elder Gods whispered across the void. Arkham Asylum shifted in conceptual awareness.
Chris turned his eyes to the horizon. He knew this was only the beginning. Bigger toys, higher-tier mechas, and cosmic entities were already taking notice of the new meta-cosmic force that had emerged.