Collide Gamer Chaper 343 – Deus Ex Metracana

Chaper 343 – Deus Ex tracana

‘Yes!’ John answered without hesitation. He had already figured that it was ti for her to wake up earlier in the iron giant. The mana that Ria had been wondering where it went, the sense of foreboding he had felt, both were signs of a consciousness finally awakening.

‘Then get the hell out of here!’ the voice answered, and John, still running, grabbed into his inventory and pulled out the tracana, threw it towards Gehnigm. The mont it left his hand, it started to change. The head sized object, appearing like a spine with a horribly malford rib cage, expanded and twisted into a proper shape.

A mass of liquid tal, it transford first into a rough humanoid shape. John could feel information being copied from his brain about what he wanted her to be, information that she now absorbed in its entirety. However, he could also feel her not being quite content with just being what he wanted, putting her own spin on all of his wishes.

What finally landed in the endlessly stretching space between John and the forr Supre Fateweaver was a beauty. ‘Of course she is,’ John thought in a mont of happiness amidst this unfolding aftershock of a catastrophe. ‘The world seems pretty nice to throw so many cute girls into my path.’

She had dirty blonde hair, the kind that was dark at the roots but quickly changed into a nice pale gold colour, that reached down to the middle of her back. To call it wild would have been an understatent, it was so unruly that it reminded John half of his girlfriend’s pure chaos of a hairstyle and half of a lion’s mane.

Her unclothed body had a healthy tan and was looking quite muscular without it being so overbearing that she lost her clearly feminine shape. A nicely round butt with tight skin and an average sized chest were her less notable features, even if the pinkish brown nipples crowning and John’s general love for behinds made them quite the sight.

The true attractiveness of this girl’s body lay with her stomach area, as weird as that sounded. Her defined muscles transford the already beautifully flat area into a landscape of perfectly harmonized human physique that not even Rave could rival. The line from her ribcage to her belly-button, the soft shadow where pelvis and musculature t to form a V-shaped outline around her crotch, the way everything tautened and her ribs beca the slightest bit visible when she stretched with a yawn.

“You throw a nude woman at ?” Gehnigm was obviously confused, a fact that bought them just a few more precious seconds as the Fateweaver already thought himself secure. On the other hand, John was pretty sure that he had victory on his side now; after all, he now had sobody who was able to manipulate the dinsions himself.

“Get at the back of the line; I need to get this contract in order first,” the new arrival said and turned to John. Her face was stunning to look at and had a nice cheeky look that was equally dangerous as it was fascinating. The expression of a tomboy that also knew that she was extrely attractive, the kind that played with n but also was one of the best friends to ever have if you got her there.

It was not the expression John had expected on whatever would co out of the thing that had sedated a forming goddess for seventy years. Not even in the slightest. “What is my na? I prefer tra, but you can give a new one for the ti of our relationship.”

“tra is perfectly fine,” John answered; he wasn’t great at na-giving in the first place, and he had no ti to sit two hours before the insert field at the end of the character creation screen right now. “My na is John Newman.”

“What is my purpose under you?” that was the more important question.

The easy answer was ‘to kill that guy over there’, but that would have ended their contract at the end of this battle. “To serve until I no longer want of your services,” John said. He had considered ‘Until the end of my life’ at first, but the way he said it now gave him an out if she turned out to be unworkable.

“Then this shall be my 77th contract. I declare you my master, John Newman,” with that John suddenly got a pop-up.

Well, he would have to find out what that Qiada thing was later. tra turned back over to Gehnigm who finally got where the wind was blowing from. “A tracana, here?” he seed as perplexed as John was once the blonde girl reached into his inventory and pulled out a halberd. It was the latter part that imnsely confused him, as the forr was sothing he had already seen coming.

The halberd was made from sand coloured wood and about two-tres in size. Ending in a head of one long spike, with two crescent blades sprouting from the sides, all made from so sort of golden tal decorated with black writings in so ancient hieroglyphic language. John wasn’t actually quite sure if halberd was the correct term there; one might as well have called it an oversized axe.

tra swung that thing around, and suddenly the gigantic distance between them was ripped apart. Literally, the concept of the room itself was cut by the tip of the halberd, creating a corridor in the warped space that allowed tra to attack. Despite it being fairly slow, Gehnigm fell backwards as he dodged the second slice that followed. “Man, it has been so long since I have had a human body, much less one so sexy… also when was the last ti I had a vagina? By Marduk, you won’t just have fight, huh?”

Well, this was hardly the ti to be thinking about that, but it seed that John’s perverted nature had sneaked that in there sowhere. Not that tra seed to mind; she was grinning ear to ear. She seed very much happy with how things were going. Having loved to do more than guesswork, John tried to navigate the maze that was their ntal connection but to no avail. “Man, I don’t get lots of oppo-“

Gehnigm recovered rather quickly, and the floor underneath tra suddenly started warping like the centre of a wormhole simulation, dropping deeper and deeper. “Like that will stop ,” John heard the entertained voice shout out in battle-hunger as if she was right beside him. Then she appeared out of a portal, a sliced open part of reality right besides Gehnigm who ran as she was busy climbing out of that.

This fight of bending dinsions made John’s head hurt, and he was certainly happy that he just had to watch. All he understood was that the two of them didn’t have the sa powers. Where Gehnigm manipulated and bend space, tra tore it apart. The main difference that made was in scope. The Supre Fateweaver would have been able to manipulate the dinsions of an entire building, but tra was able to punch through singular parts of reality.

taphorically speaking, Gehnigm could fold or stretch the fabric of reality however he wanted; tra weaved through the fabric like a needle. It was the power John had needed, one that could effectively battle the Supre Fateweaver’s.

“Why do you have these powers?” Gehnigm wanted to know. tracanas were a rather secretive thing, so him being unaware of how they worked wasn’t surprising. As a matter of fact, not even the Horned Rat had known that tra would develop these powers; John just had been able to figure it out earlier in the iron giant when sothing had siphoned off mana. Sothing that then also had reached out to his mind and filled him with a sense of foreboding, and if that sothing could do all of that out of his inventory…

“This is what happens if you let soak in mana in an undefinable space for too long,” tra said, tapping the shaft of the halberd on her shoulder. John used Observe on both tra and the weapon at the opportunity.

That thing was stupidly strong and fit perfectly for what tra needed as equipnt. Did the world just decide that this was the mont that everything aligned for her appearance or what was going on?

All that was nice and dandy, but John couldn’t help but feel that her stats were sowhat underwhelming for what he had been hyped up for. Then again, at their level, stats were a secondary concern. As soone who had been subject to a few won who were prone to blow up at random tis already, tra being able to handle her rage was a nice change of pace. Although he had to wonder about the fact that she scaled with his level. Was she being held down by him or pulled up? Looking at her age, skills and the things she had eaten already, the forr seed way more likely. Was it thanks to the Adapting Powers attribute?

“Although the real key here is that the plea to awaken was the need for soone who can fight your powers.” As the ancient artefact turned hot babe spoke, she bundled up her hair behind her head and created a ring out of her own tallic body that kept most if it in place. It had been annoying when she moved, so she had to get it out of her face. Unruly strands fell by the wayside and frad her face. She would live with that much, apparently, as she didn’t bother with them anymore after her wild ponytail was in place.

“Well then.” Her voice took a swing from cheeky to aggressive; her eyes opened wide, changing colours from radiant green to a bright red. She entered a crouching position whirling the halberd down, the tip pointing at the floor as she held it with both hands. “My job is to kill you, so let guide you…” she penetrated the air in front of her with the tip of Qiada as she darted forwards, the weapon halfway disappeared, “…to the afterlife!”

The tip appeared again right next to Gehnigm’s head, but like every other attempt at attacking him, it simply curved around him. “You may have a similar power, but I remain stronger,” the Supre Fateweaver reminded them, having regained his cool from the distance. Even as a non-combat focused mage, as long as he remained dominant in his field, he was untouchable. tra’s appearance had saved them from him escaping, as he now had to concentrate on defending himself, but it wasn’t a solution.

Gehnigm was so much more proficient at his craft that he even had ti to help Ivan as he kept himself safe from tra’s attack. The cowardly father was still holding strong, but it was only the support of the Fateweaver that gave him the upper hand. Against John’s hope, her appearance hadn’t magically turned the situation around. Her attacks didn’t even hold a candle to Sylph’s speed or Gno’s strength. She just had the right ability at the right ti. Her dinsional attacks missed Gehnigm again and again, always bending away before they could reach them. They ca one after another.

‘Wait a second, is she getting faster?’ John realized as he was watching. Not only did the ti between each attack diminish, but they beca stronger as well. And as she did, the special distortions around her beca lessened as her targets power was outweighed.

All the while tra’s grin was like the carving on an incredibly sexy voodoo mask, unmoving and final. The true place where her emotions lay were her eyes. Each ti an attack missed, John could see the frustration flare up and drop right into a swelling sea of anger and fuel the berserker’s power just a bit more. That’s when John understood.

tra was like the Hulk, the angrier she got, the more power she had. Unlike the Hulk, she seed to have a fair working self-control, however. And it didn’t just stop at her physical strength. John was pretty sure there were so other conditions to this, there always were conditions, but in and of itself, that was really impressive.

And it worked. Soon enough, Gehnigm had to pull back his support towards Ivan as the weapon appeared next to him again and again. He was a sitting duck, having nothing but an overpowered defence skill now subject to an attack that got stronger the longer it was used. In ga terms, he had just t his counter. John didn’t particularly look at the portal manipulation that was going on, had no ti to figure out the drawbacks of that technique. He was looking for an opening.

tra went on her final offensive, slicing open a dinsional gap and jumping inside only to burst out right next to the Supre Fateweaver. The whole room was distorted as Gehnigm desperately tried to bring distance between them as best he could. Even now his power in this field remained far greater than tra’s, and in one second, without either of them moving anymore, the space between them grew from a few centitres to hundreds of tres. The only reason why the power-copying tracana could even get this close was because she used her efforts in a focus while Gehnigm had to ward off everyone at once.

Which was exactly why he got hit by 12 Shardbound in the back the mont it was only tra he concentrated on.

John had spent the ti of their exchange of blows to spread the shards throughout the room using Possession, only ever waiting for the mont where there was one gap. When tra finally closed in on Gehnigm, all of his defences had dropped.

Dropped far below what John had anticipated. Even the mighty had faults, especially those who thought themselves untouchable. It seed the forr Supre Fateweaver had no experience in lee combat whatsoever. Thus, the mont he thought that only his powers could save him now, he had used a knee jerk reaction that left him wide open.

And so his body was riddled with holes from the shards of pure energy either burning into or flying straight through him depending on their energy level, disappearing after they had dealt their damage. “But my… perfect… world…” Gehnigm broke down as his life left him. Their primary threat was no more.

‘Geezus Christ, what level was that guy, and why didn’t he ever invest into any offensive skills?’ John to wonder. ‘Only getting defensive stuff is bound to get you murdered one day. That’s like being a turtle by choice in a world where raptors exist that can pick you up and crack your shell by dropping you from the sky.’

tra sent him a majorly pissed glare, but John had another thing to deal with right now. At least that’s what he thought until he spied sothing wavering in the air. A mont later, the air ripped open, and tra’s hand darted forth, grabbing him by the collar. The gap wasn’t big enough to pull him through, but she could glare at him through it perfectly well.

Her eyes were now of a greyish green, but even with that burned out look, the feeling of directed rage inside them was clearly burning like the fire of slter. “Never get involved in my fights again, Master. NEVER get involved in MY fights!” she said it twice, as if once wasn’t clear enough. Then she dropped him again, and the gap, through which he was able to see her face, closed. He would deal with that later.

Ivan, without help from his ally and having noticed his superiors defeat, was now without hope to win this fight. He dropped to his knees the second this beca apparent, the sa second John turned towards him. The armour he wore screeched as he went to the ground, evidently having more honour than him. Others had at least believed in what they fought for with enough fervour to die for it; all John saw here was soone desperately trying not to make his own decisions.

“I surren-“ the word didn’t even co to an end as sothing started to choke his air away.

“Sylph, stop that!” Salamander instructed.

“I ain’t doing it, sothing else is,” Sylph said with puffed up cheeks, “My powers aren’t being used, none, nothing, nada, see, there is this strand of copper wire here that is doing it. Pretty copper, thin copper, copper cos from there!”