Chapter 54: Test Drive

Anna awoke in the sterile, cold room, the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of Dr. Machinist's operations surrounding her. She had undergone so much, but today was different. Today, she would test the limits of what he had done to her, what he had turned her into.

Dr. Machinist stood before her, his mechanical gaze assessing every inch of her new form. Her transformation was complete; she was no longer the woman she once was. The metallic skin, the reinforced limbs, the cold, calculating mind—it was all a part of her now. The humanity she had clung to was a distant memory, replaced with a weapon forged from the depths of his twisted genius.

"Today, Anna," Dr. Machinist's voice boomed through the steel walls, "You will test your new abilities. I’ve pushed your limits beyond what was once thought possible. You will be stronger, faster, more durable than any human could dream of."

Anna’s mind was still foggy from the constant changes, but she could feel it—something inside her had shifted. The overwhelming power, the newfound strength coursing through her body. She was no longer the fragile woman who had been taken against her will. She was something more—something far more dangerous.

He handed her a sleek, black combat blade, its edge glinting under the harsh lights. The weight of it felt natural in her hands, like it had always been meant to be there. The training sessions that had been drilled into her were paying off.

Her body was a machine. She felt the surge of power within her muscles as she activated her enhanced strength. She took a few steps forward, her feet making no sound against the floor, her every movement precise, fluid. Dr. Machinist had conditioned her, shaped her. She could feel it in the way she moved, the ease with which her body obeyed her commands.

"Now, the first test," Dr. Machinist’s voice echoed, as he gestured toward a row of reinforced targets placed throughout the training area.

Anna nodded silently. There was no hesitation. The woman she had been was buried deep inside, and only the machine remained. Her speed was inhuman—she dashed across the room in a blur, her legs moving faster than her mind could process, her feet barely touching the ground. In an instant, she was at the first target, and with one swift, powerful slash of the blade, it was destroyed.

The blade felt like an extension of herself, her arm moving with surgical precision. The metal hummed in her hands as she sliced through each target with effortless grace. With every swing, she felt the power that had been injected into her, the superhuman strength that rippled through her.

Next came the guns. Dr. Machinist handed her two sleek pistols, each one custom-made for her mechanical hands. The weight was a familiar sensation, like an old friend in her grip. She raised both weapons, her enhanced sight locking onto the targets in an instant. The barrels flashed as she fired, the shots echoing through the room with deadly accuracy.

One after another, the targets fell before her. She was a machine—a perfect instrument of destruction. Every shot was calculated, every movement fluid, as if the guns were an extension of her body. She didn’t need to think. The training had made it instinctual.

But there was more. Dr. Machinist, ever the perfectionist, had given her a new drug—a steroid designed to enhance her recovery. He explained that it would allow her to train longer, push harder, and heal faster than any human ever could. The drug worked like a charm. Even as her muscles screamed from the exertion, the recovery rate surged, repairing her body at an astonishing rate.

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"You will train five times a day, Anna," Dr. Machinist’s voice rang in her ears as she caught her breath between exercises. "This serum will make you better than the best soldiers. You’ll be able to endure more, adapt faster, and fight harder than any human has the capacity for. The world won’t know what hit it."

Anna’s heart pounded as she continued her brutal training regimen. The new steroid coursed through her veins, numbing the pain, keeping her at peak performance. She would never stop—could never stop. She had been remade for this purpose: to be his weapon, his soldier.

The days blurred into each other as she pushed herself further. Morning, afternoon, evening—every session bled into the next. Dr. Machinist didn’t let her rest. There was always more to do, more to learn, more to perfect. The recovery serum kept her on her feet, each round of training faster, harder, and more intense than the last.

When the day was over, Anna collapsed onto the cold floor, her body aching from the non-stop training. But even as her muscles screamed for relief, even as her mind screamed for rest, she knew something had changed. Her limits had been shattered. She had become something else entirely.

She wasn’t just a woman anymore. She was Dr. Machinist’s perfect creation—a tool of destruction, a machine designed for war. And she was ready.

Krishna Kurushimi vs. Anna – A Battle of Machines and Rage

The underground lab flickered with a dim, cold light, the air heavy with the sound of heavy breathing and mechanical whirring. Anna stood, fully transformed, her new cyborg body humming with unnatural energy. The metallic sheen of her new limbs reflected the dim light, her glowing red eyes fixated on Krishna as he entered, bloodied and bruised.

Krishna’s eyes burned with fury, his anger only stoking the fire of his battle-lust. He had been driven mad with rage—his body injected with a toxin that heightened his strength and speed to inhuman levels. His muscles bulged beneath his clothes, and every step he took echoed with power.

Krishna: “You think you’re better than me now, Anna? You’re nothing more than a tool!”

Anna’s voice was cold, mechanical, but there was a flicker of the woman she once was, deep within. She didn’t answer, only locking her gaze with him as she calculated the fight.

Without warning, Krishna surged forward, his enhanced speed a blur of motion. His fists collided with her metal frame, the impact shaking her, but Anna held her ground, her new durability keeping her standing. She retaliated with a swift kick, sending Krishna stumbling back.

Anna: “I’m not your tool anymore, Krishna. I’m not that weak girl anymore.”

But Krishna wasn’t listening. The rage toxin had flooded his system, blurring the line between human and monster. His next attack was a blur of fists and fury. He slammed his fists into her chest, cracking the metal of her ribcage, and before Anna could react, he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

Krishna: “You’ll regret this. I’ll show you who’s truly the stronger one here!”

Anna’s glowing eyes flickered with intensity, a surge of power building in her chest as she fought to break free. But before she could use her strength, Krishna threw her across the room, sending her crashing into the metal wall.

The sound of her impact echoed, but before she could get back up, Dr. Machinist’s voice rang through the chaos.

Dr. Machinist: “Enough, Krishna!”

A sharp, mechanical whirr pierced the air, and Dr. Machinist appeared in the shadows, his cold eyes scanning the battlefield. He stepped forward, his mechanical hand outstretched toward Anna.

Dr. Machinist: “You are not going to finish her off today. Your rage has clouded your judgment. Come back, Krishna. We’re not finished yet.”

Krishna, his arm already bruised from the fight, glared at Dr. Machinist, but the battle had taken its toll. His vision blurred, and his broken eye socket throbbed with pain. His arm hung limply by his side, and the rage toxin’s effects were beginning to wear off. He knew it was over—he had won the battle through sheer force, but his body was wrecked, and he needed to retreat.

Krishna: “I’ll finish this... another time.”

With a growl of frustration, Krishna fled into the shadows, limping with his broken arm and face half-shattered. He wouldn’t stop until he had his revenge. But for now, the fight was over.

Dr. Machinist turned his attention back to Anna, his mechanical eyes softening, though his mind was calculating her every move. He had saved her—again. And now, she would owe him even more.

Dr. Machinist: “You did well, Anna. Now rest, and we’ll continue your training. He won’t be able to stop you next time.”