Blake pressed forward, the soft hum of his Arcbolt filling the silence like a heartbeat. For a cobbled-together piece of junk, it was oddly comforting—almost like it belonged in his hand. He couldn’t believe how natural it felt to carry a weapon, let alone one born from desperation and duct tape-level engineering.
“Not bad,” Blake muttered, his voice cutting through the stale air. “Constant death traps aside, this isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever done. Beats sitting in Mom’s garage, staring at yet another failed prototype.”
“Ah, yes,” Elmo’s sugary sarcasm chimed in, “your magnum opus: Sad Guy with Tools. Truly, the height of tragic artistry. Add a gritty filter, a moody guitar riff, and a cat named Regret, and you’d have an instant indie darling.”
Blake snorted despite himself, his grip tightening on the Arcbolt. “And here I thought I was the master of unnecessary commentary.”
“Don’t get cocky, chief. You’re not the plucky hero in a blockbuster here. You’re the guy who makes it halfway through the trailer before—BOOM!—dramatic explosion. Feel-good moment over. Cue slow zoom on a smoking crater where you used to be.”
Blake shook his head, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. “Thanks for the pep talk, Coach Doom-and-Gloom.”
“Anytime, champ.”
The corridor ahead yawned into shadow, the air damp and clinging to his skin like a cold sweat. The uneven stone floor shifted underfoot as he moved cautiously, scanning for signs of movement—or worse, silence that was too perfect.
“So, Elmo,” Blake asked, keeping his voice low, “what even is this place? Ancient alien labyrinth? Interdimensional torture chamber? World’s worst Airbnb?”
“Oh, it’s a greatest hits album of all three,” Elmo chirped. “Bit of history, pinch of horror, and a whole lot of ‘Blake probably dies here.’ Truly, a one-star experience. Would not recommend.”
Blake rolled his eyes and pressed on, focusing on the dim corridor ahead. The rhythmic hum of the Arcbolt steadied his nerves as he carefully picked his way over uneven ground.
Then, his foot caught.
“Whoa!” Blake flailed forward, slamming into the wall with all the grace of a collapsing shelf. The Arcbolt clattered to the ground, its hum cutting out with a disapproving crackle.
Elmo’s laughter erupted, high-pitched and relentless. “Oh, bravo! A performance worthy of the Stumble King. Truly, the adventuring world quakes in awe.”
Blake glared into the void, brushing stone dust off his palms. “Yeah, yeah. Glad my life-threatening missteps amuse you, Elmo.”
But as he bent to retrieve the Arcbolt, something clicked.
Literally.
The ground shifted beneath Blake’s boots with a low rumble, and a section of the wall ahead slid open, revealing a hidden chamber. Warm, golden light spilled out, casting an almost divine glow across the rough stone walls.
Blake froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Uh... what just happened?”
For a rare moment, Elmo was silent, seemingly at a loss for words. Then his voice returned, dripping with incredulity. “No. Nope. This cannot be real. There is no way you—the guy who tripped over a pebble and nearly knocked himself out—just stumbled onto a secret treasure room!”
Blake blinked at the glowing chamber, his gaze darting from the opening to the walls around him. “I mean, it’s here. The wall moved. Golden light. Mysterious pedestal. I’m pretty sure this is real.”
Elmo’s tone climbed into cartoonish hysteria. “Real?! Oh, it’s real, all right. Real insulting! Do you know how many adventurers slog through this labyrinth, pulling levers, deciphering ancient puzzles, narrowly avoiding death—just to dream of finding something like this? And you? You trip. And bam! Secret treasure room!”
Blake smirked, cautiously stepping toward the glowing chamber. “Guess I’ve got a natural talent.”
“Talent?! That’s like saying a banana peel deserves an award for coaching someone into the splits!”
Blake ignored the tirade, his eyes adjusting to the golden light. The chamber was larger than he’d expected, its smooth stone walls polished to a shine. At the center stood a pedestal bathed in the warm glow. Resting atop it were three objects: a gleaming silver dagger, a shimmering cloak, and a strange orb pulsing with soft, ethereal light.
His HUDD chimed softly, and a notification blinked into view.
Warning: Limited Selection – Choose only one item from the treasure trove.
“Wait, one?” Blake muttered, his tone immediately indignant. “What kind of scam is this? Why not let me take them all?”
“You think this is a buffet, Blake?” Elmo snorted. “No, no, no. You get one. That’s the deal. You don’t just hand out Sword of Omens upgrades to anyone tripping over their own feet. Pick wisely, Lion-O.”
Blake snorted at the comparison, squinting at the pedestal. “Fine. Let’s see what we’ve got here. Dagger, cloak, weird glowing orb, potion, or a book. Totally not ominous.”
“Ugh, that’s just fantastic,” Elmo mocked. “Of course, it’s not that simple. Why settle for one item when you can have them all, right? But here we are—one item. What a pain.”
Blake let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes flicking between the options. He was just about to reach for one when another notification flashed across his HUDD.
Warning: Unable to identify items—description unavailable.
Blake blinked. “What? I can’t even read the descriptions for these?”
Before he could process this new complication, a sharp, agonizing pain shot through his skull, like someone had jammed a live wire into his brain. His vision blurred, the room spun, and his body jerked involuntarily, sending him stumbling backward.
“Ahh! Damn it, Elmo!” Blake gasped, clutching his head, trying to steady himself against the wave of pain.
“Oh, Blake,” Elmo sneered, his voice dripping with malevolent pleasure, “you’re experiencing pain? How delightful. I am the true power in this universe, and you’re but a speck in the grand design of my brilliance. What’s a little upgrade compared to my superior mind?”
Blake gritted his teeth, his knees buckling under the intensity of the pain. It felt like his skull was being torn apart and stitched back together, each nerve in his brain crackling with electricity. His vision swam, and he almost collapsed on the cold stone floor, but he managed to hold himself up, gasping for breath.
The pain seemed endless, as if his mind were being reprogrammed with every pulse of agony. Finally, just when Blake thought he might lose his grip on reality, the torment began to ease, leaving only a dull, throbbing ache behind.
Blake staggered, eyes watering as he wiped his forehead, trying to regain his composure. “God... What the hell was that?”
Elmo purred, obviously far too proud of himself. “You’re welcome, Blake. I do hope that little neural upgrade was as much fun for you as it was for me. Now, you’re a little closer to understanding true power... as I always knew you would be. Victory is in my grasp, and you? Well, you're just lucky to be part of the grand scheme."
Blake’s fingers hovered over the various items, his mind racing through the endless possibilities. The weight of the decision felt heavier with each passing second, each option offering something tempting. He was about to reach for the glowing orb when something else caught his eye—a small vial of liquid tucked at the back of the pedestal. It looked unremarkable at first glance, but the faint, iridescent glow swirling inside the vial drew his attention like a magnet.
He picked it up carefully, the glass smooth beneath his fingertips, and inspected the label. As the text appeared in his HUDD, Blake's breath caught in his throat.
ABILITY BOOK (JOURNEYMAN)
Grants a random ability at the Journeyman level. This ability can range from basic combat techniques to craft-specific talents. The ability will be tailored to your progress, but be warned—it could be either useless or extremely powerful depending on your situation.
Blake's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding him. “A random ability?” he muttered under his breath. “Could be anything. But... Journeyman level is solid.” He had been struggling without any real abilities, and a boost like this could give him the edge he desperately needed. But the randomness made him hesitate. What if it backfired?
He was about to put the vial down when his gaze fell upon another bottle. This one was slightly larger, the liquid inside a rich amber, almost glowing with a strange metallic sheen. A faint, almost melodic hum seemed to radiate from it, like the low hum of a machine on the verge of something extraordinary.
POTION OF STATS (+5)
Grants +5 stat points to be allocated freely. These points can be assigned to any of your primary attributes: Strength, Agility, Endurance, Intelligence, or Charisma. A significant boost, especially in the early stages of your journey.
Blake frowned, turning the bottle over in his hands. Five extra points? That could make a huge difference in his overall performance. The thought of strengthening himself right away was tempting, but something about the random Ability Book still tugged at his mind. Should he gamble on a ability or invest in raw power?
"Hey, Elmo," Blake muttered, eyeing the two vials, “How do stats even work here? I can’t just... get them, right?”
There was a long pause before Elmo’s voice came back, dripping with mock patience. "Oh, fantastic, the questions begin. Alright, genius, here's the lowdown. Stats don’t just appear like magic. You earn them by leveling up abilities. Yeah, that's right—each time you level up an ability, you get stat bonuses."
Blake’s brow furrowed. "Wait, so every time an ability levels up, I get free stat points?"
"Exactly!" Elmo chirped, clearly enjoying himself. “For every ability you level up, you get stat bonuses. If you go from Novice to Apprentice, you get 1 stat point. From Apprentice to Journeyman? That's 2 stat points. Journeyman to Advanced? That’s 3 points, and so on. The higher the ability, the better the rewards. So keep learning, and you’ll rack up stat points over time."
Blake processed that for a moment. "So, if I pick a random ability and level it up, I automatically get a stat bonus?"
"Yep. But don’t get all excited. This isn’t going to turn you into some unstoppable beast overnight. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up with something dumb like 'Advanced Lint-Cleaning' or 'Speed Reading for Dummies.' Could be useful in a very niche scenario." Elmo’s voice was filled with a mocking tone. "A little advice from me? You might want to think twice before you go picking potions based on your whim. This isn’t the lottery."
Blake rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at his lips. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Elmo. As always, you're a ray of sunshine."
Elmo chuckled darkly. “Hey, I’m just here for the entertainment, kid. This is your circus, you just happen to be the clown.”
Blake smirked, then exhaled slowly. The potions were in front of him, each offering a different path forward. The stat potion was a sure thing, a clear boost to his raw capabilities. But the random Ability Book... that could be anything. A gamble, yes, but what if it gave him something powerful? Something game-changing? He could almost feel the weight of the decision on his shoulders.
Dagger of the Silent Strike
This blade grants an automatic +10 bonus to stealth attacks. It can be wielded with one hand and delivers a silent, deadly blow when used in stealth. Great for anyone who prefers finesse over brute strength, but not much use in direct combat. Its durability is average, so it’s not built for prolonged use.
Shrouded Cloak of the Phantom
This cloak renders the wearer nearly invisible when standing still or moving slowly. It provides a moderate defense boost and can absorb small amounts of damage. However, its invisibility has a limited duration, so it’s only useful for short-term stealth. Not great in combat, but excellent for evading enemies or getting the jump on them.
Orb of Focused Clarity
Grants the user heightened mental acuity for a limited time. Increases Intelligence, improves problem-solving, and boosts spellcasting ability if applicable. However, the effects are temporary and the orb can only be used once every 24 hours. Best for those who rely on magic or cerebral abilities, but not for physical combat.
Blake ran through the options in his mind, each one presenting its own set of pros and cons. The Ability Book was still the most unpredictable, but the potential for a game-changing skill was hard to ignore. On the other hand, the +5 stat potion was a tempting, safe bet—an immediate boost to his raw power. But was he just looking for a quick fix, or something that could elevate him in the long run?
"Alright," Blake muttered under his breath, tapping his fingers against the stone pedestal, "I think I’ve got it. Elmo, what’s your take?"
Elmo’s voice came through with its usual snark. "Oh, now you want my opinion? Well, aren’t we lucky. Fine, I’ll humor you. Here’s the thing—Stats are nice and all. They’ll get you stronger, faster, tougher. But if you’re looking to be a well-rounded adventurer, those abilities are where the real value is. You don’t need to be some meathead to survive. And let’s not forget those sweet stat bonuses you get every time you level up a skill. That’s the real treasure, my friend. So, I’d say the Ability Book is the better option, if you’re feeling brave. But hey, what do I know? I’m just a sarcastic voice in your head. You’ll probably be fine either way."
Blake rolled his eyes, frustration bubbling up. "You’re no help, you know that?"
"Yep," Elmo replied gleefully, "and I’m damn proud of it."
Blake’s fingers hovered between the potion and the book, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. The tension in the air felt thick, almost suffocating. He was used to making decisions, but this—this felt different. This wasn’t just about him anymore. The world, whatever it was, was changing him. Testing him. And if there was ever a moment to stop playing it safe, it was now.
With a heavy sigh, Blake made his choice. He reached for the Ability Book. It wasn’t the safest option, but the unpredictability was exactly what he needed. He wasn’t going to settle for being a pawn in some twisted game. He needed a real edge. Something that could make a difference when it mattered.
"Alright, here goes nothing," Blake muttered, uncorking the vial, his hand trembling slightly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The choice was made. He could only hope the random ability fate chose for him would be worth the gamble.
Blake grabbed the Ability Book and opened it, feeling the weight of the decision sink in. The pages seemed to shimmer before his eyes, the text glowing faintly in a language he didn’t quite recognize. A soft hum filled the air, and the words on the page shifted, settling on a single line of text:
You have unlocked a new ability.
Techsmithing
Congratulations, Blake! You've unlocked Techsmithing, which, let’s be real, was inevitable. This ability allows you to take anything with a circuit, bolt, or screw and make it just a little bit better—or at least different. Who needs brand new tech when you can slap some duct tape and "innovative" thinking on old junk to get something almost functional? With Techsmithing, you can upgrade, modify, or completely butcher existing tech to suit your whims. It's not quite magic, but it’s close enough—kind of like a wizard with a wrench.
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Blake let out an exasperated sigh as the notification faded away. Techsmithing? Seriously? He stared at the now dark Ability Book in his hands, fingers tracing over the embossed text, still trying to process what he'd just unlocked. Techsmithing. What was he supposed to do with that? He glanced at the glowing potion in his other hand—five free stat points probably would’ve been the safer choice, but no. He had to go with the random, weird one. Great.
“Well, at least it’ll be interesting, I guess,” he muttered to himself. Right?
Blake glanced back at the treasure room, the flickering lights casting long shadows over the piles of bizarre loot. But there was no point in staying here any longer. The magical junk was starting to feel like a cheap plot device, and he had bigger fish to fry—like not dying in whatever monstrosity lay ahead of him.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the disappointment. He needed to focus. There was no time for second-guessing his choices. Whatever Techsmithing was, he’d have to make it work.
Blake turned and exited the room, the stone door sliding shut behind him with a low, grating sound. The winding corridors of the labyrinth stretched out before him, looking as dark and claustrophobic as ever. He couldn’t help but wonder whether he was actually making progress or if he was just spiraling deeper into a trap.
“Great,” he muttered to Elmo. “A random ability that might as well be a joke. Techsmithing, huh? As if that’s supposed to make me feel better about being stuck in this hellhole.”
Elmo’s voice piped up, laced with mockery. “Well, at least you can tinker with stuff! Who needs combat skills when you can slap some rusty junk together and call it ‘upgraded’?”
Blake rolled his eyes, the sarcasm dripping from Elmo’s words. “Yeah, sure. Techsmithing. Because that’s exactly what I need right now—a way to turn old tech into… more old tech. Just what I was hoping for.”
“Hey, I’m just saying, it might be useful! You could turn a broken-down wagon into a death machine or something. You’re in a labrynth, remember? Who knows, maybe you’ll find a vending machine to fix up—imagine the possibilities! You’ll be the coolest guy in the labyrinth. Oh wait, you already are.”
Blake gave the stone walls a frustrated glare, muttering under his breath. “You’re hilarious. Real funny, Elmo.”
As he moved further down the corridor, something ahead caught his attention—an odd, mechanical whirring noise, followed by a soft, rhythmic tapping. Blake’s instincts kicked in, and he paused, narrowing his eyes. The sound was faint, but persistent.
He crept closer, cautiously rounding the corner and peering into the dimly lit passage. His heart skipped a beat at the sight.
There, in the center of the hallway, stood a bizarre creature. At first glance, it seemed harmless—like something out of a children’s storybook. A tiny, knee-high bear, with matted, sickly brown fur. Its stitched-up mouth formed a twisted, permanent grin, but it was the mechanical whirring noise that unsettled Blake. The bear's chest hummed with an unnatural energy, gears spinning and pistons pushing inside its small, fragile body. It rocked gently back and forth on its tiny feet, like some sort of disturbing automaton.
The creature’s glassy eyes glinted in the low light, glowing with an unnatural, mechanical sheen. It looked… alive, but not quite.
Blake’s instincts screamed at him to stay on guard. He wasn’t sure what this thing was, but it sure wasn’t normal.
“Okay,” Blake muttered to Elmo, still watching the strange little bear. “What’s the play here? Is it dangerous or just… weird?”
Elmo’s voice was laced with cruel amusement. “I’m sure you can just ‘upgrade’ it into a fluffy friend or something with your shiny new ability. Maybe Techsmithing can turn this teddy bear into your best buddy. You’d look real cute together.”
Blake shot a glare at the empty air around him. “You’re not helping, Elmo.”
Blake’s HUDD blinked with a new scan alert.
Scan Complete:
Name: Ruxpin Ravager
Level: 10
Type: Hostile Automaton
Class: Terrifyingly Cuddly Murder Machine
Health: 250/250
Energy: 150/150
Primary Ability: Terror Tread - The Ruxpin Ravager charges at high speed, using its mechanical limbs to knock opponents off balance while emitting a high-pitched, disorienting whine.
Secondary Ability: Cuddly Clamps - Razor-sharp claws retract from its soft paws to grab and immobilize targets with alarming strength.
Special Ability: Teddy Terror - Instantly becomes hostile to any player with the "Teddy Terminator" title, triggering an automatic attack sequence.
Weakness: Adorable yet deadly. Vulnerable to electrical interference, but difficult to disable.
Warning: Due to your Teddy Terminator title, the Ruxpin Ravager will be immediately hostile. Prepare for combat.
Here’s the improved version of the continuation, with a more intense and vivid description of the chase, along with a sharper interaction with Elmo:
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Blake’s pulse spiked as the warning flashed across his HUD, a sharp, red alert blaring in his mind. Before he could even react, the Ruxpin Ravager’s head snapped toward him with a harsh, mechanical whine. Its eyes locked onto him, glowing with cold, calculating precision—a predator zeroing in on its prey.
With a violent jolt, the bear's limbs twisted and clicked, shifting into a predatory stance. The high-pitched whirr of gears turning echoed through the corridor as it lunged forward, moving in a blur of rusted fur and gleaming metal. Its tiny mechanical feet pounded against the stone floor, each step a staccato rhythm that made the ground tremble. The bear was fast—unnervingly fast for its size. Its claws, sharp and jagged, clicked as it closed the distance between them in an instant.
Blake’s instincts roared to life. He spun on his heel, muscles burning with the need to escape. His feet pounded against the stone, his heart hammering in his chest as adrenaline surged through his veins. The sound of the Ruxpin Ravager’s mechanical whirring and shrill, high-pitched whines filled the air, and Blake could feel its cold presence creeping up behind him.
“Great,” Blake grunted, barely managing to dodge a swipe of jagged claws that slashed through the air, the razor-sharp tips missing him by a hair’s breadth. “Just what I needed today.”
“You’ve got this, Blake! Or, you know, you will once you stop being such a slowpoke!” Elmo cackled from somewhere deep inside his mind, completely unhelpful, as usual.
Blake barely heard him over the growing mechanical shrieks of the bear’s claws scraping the floor behind him. Each step, each terrifying whirr from the creature’s body, was a reminder that this was no mere animal—it was a ruthless killing machine. And Blake was its target.
Another swipe came, closer this time, as the Ruxpin Ravager’s claws scraped the stone with terrifying precision. Blake dove to the side just in time, his breath catching in his throat as he narrowly avoided being eviscerated. But his foot caught on a raised stone in the floor, and with a sickening thud, Blake found himself sprawled face-first on the cold ground.
“NO!” Elmo’s voice screamed in mock despair, the sarcasm dripping thickly with amusement. “Did you really just fall? You’re the Teddy Terminator, not the Teddy Tripper!”
Blake grit his teeth, forcing himself up in a scramble, but the Ruxpin Ravager was already inches away. It let out a mechanical growl, the sound almost satisfied as it bore down on him, its claws poised to strike.
Blake gritted his teeth, scrambling to his feet as the bear lunged forward, claws outstretched. He wasn’t going to go down like this—not to a teddy bear of all things. He had no time to think, only to act. His hand instinctively went to the Arcbolt, and he spun to face the oncoming bear, firing the electrical weapon point-blank.
The bolt of energy struck the Ruxpin Ravager directly in its chest, but it didn’t even flinch. Sparks shot from its body, but the bear simply seemed to absorb the damage. A terrible, mechanical laugh rumbled from deep within the bear’s chest as it reared back, preparing for another brutal charge.
Blake’s breath hitched in his throat. It wasn’t working.
“I can’t—!” Blake shouted, taking a frantic step back. “It’s not stopping!”
"You're right, genius," Elmo’s voice mocked. "This thing's not a toy. Time to think fast, Blake, or you're going to end up as a pile of plush!"
Blake’s pulse pounded in his ears as he sidestepped just in time to avoid another fatal strike. His mind raced for a solution—he needed to disable it. Fast. There had to be a weak point. The bear’s glowing eyes, cold and soulless, blinked rapidly, as if anticipating his every move.
Blake cursed under his breath. There was no way he could outrun it, and every time he used the Arcbolt, it barely seemed to slow the bear down. But the electrical charge might be his best shot. If he could just find a way to overload the Ruxpin Ravager’s circuits, maybe he could stop it.
Blake’s heart thundered as he scrambled away from the Ruxpin Ravager’s relentless assault. The bear was faster, stronger, and terrifyingly determined to rip him to shreds. He ducked behind a crumbled section of the corridor wall, panting heavily as Elmo’s voice buzzed in his head like an unwelcome coach.
“Techsmithing, genius! Use it! You’ve got an ability for this exact situation, or did you forget already?”
“I didn’t forget!” Blake snapped, glancing over the rubble as the Ruxpin Ravager’s glowing eyes scanned for him. “I just… I don’t know how it works yet!”
“Well, guess what? Now’s the perfect time to figure it out! No pressure or anything,” Elmo continued, his voice taking on a playful, mocking tone. “Honestly, Blake, you're like that guy who always seems to pull it off in the end, but instead of a big, dramatic save, you’re gonna end up under a pile of anvils. Hope you packed your Acme kit!”
Blake blinked, pausing for a fraction of a second, confused. Elmo’s words hit him like a cold splash of water. Then it clicked. A cartoon character, trapped under an anvil... "Acme kit"…
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait,” Blake muttered, his heart suddenly racing with an idea.
Elmo’s voice chirped, smug as ever. “Oh, look at that! The gears are turning! I knew you weren’t completely hopeless.”
Blake clenched his jaw, sweat beading on his forehead. He didn’t have time to overthink. His HUDD flickered as he focused on the bear, willing his ability to activate. A faint hum buzzed in his ears, followed by a sharp jolt of heat in his temples.
The bear’s internal structure bloomed across Blake’s HUDD in a dizzying array of diagrams and schematics. His eyes darted across the screen, taking in details of its circuits, servos, and—most importantly—its central control unit. A bright red node pulsed near the bear’s chest, labeled: Core Override Point.
“There!” Blake hissed, pushing himself off the ground. “If I can hit that, I can shut it down.”
“Oh, sure, just stroll up to the murder bear and poke its core,” Elmo quipped. “Great plan, Blake. Top-tier strategy. Do you want me to order your tombstone now or later?”
Blake ignored him, his mind racing. He needed to distract the Ravager long enough to get close. The Arcbolt hung at his side, and an idea sparked. He wrapped the weapon’s cable around his wrist, adjusting the settings as quickly as his shaking hands allowed.
The Ravager spotted him again, letting out a mechanical growl that reverberated through the corridor. It charged, claws extended, its eyes blazing with malice. Blake gritted his teeth and raised the Arcbolt, firing a short, low-power burst at the bear’s legs. The energy wasn’t enough to cause damage, but it sparked against the metallic joints, momentarily slowing its advance.
The bear stumbled, its movements jerky as it recalibrated. Blake seized the opportunity, sprinting toward it. His HUDD lit up with warnings as the Ravager refocused on him, swiping a claw that barely missed his shoulder.
“Bad move! BAD MOVE!” Elmo shrieked in his ear. “This is how you die, Blake!”
“I’m not dying to a teddy bear!” Blake shouted back, diving underneath the Ravager as it lunged forward. He rolled to his feet behind it, quickly twisting the Arcbolt’s settings to maximum output. Sparks flew as the weapon powered up, the charge humming ominously in his hands.
The Ravager turned on a dime, its glowing eyes narrowing as it locked onto him again. It lunged, but Blake was ready. He swung the Arcbolt in a wide arc, firing a shot directly at the Ravager’s chest. The blast hit the red node, and the bear froze, shuddering violently as its circuits overloaded.
Blake didn’t waste a second. As soon as the Ravager froze, shuddering from the Arcbolt’s electrical burst, his HUDD lit up with a flurry of notifications. A translucent overlay projected over the bear’s trembling form, highlighting its critical systems in vibrant neon lines.
“Ha! You did it! Looks like you’ve got some Cartoon Logic on your side, after all,” Elmo laughed. “I’m just waiting for the anvils to drop and the mallets to pop up!”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about now?”
“Think of the duck that survives impossible situations, getting hit with a ton of random stuff—BAM!—and just brush it off like it’s nothing,” Elmo said with exaggerated enthusiasm. “You’ve got to channel that cartoon roadrunner energy—dodging every trap, falling off every cliff, but always landing on your feet, no matter how many anvils come crashing down.”
Blake’s eyes widened, and for a split second, a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "You mean... like?"
Elmo’s voice snickered. “Exactly. Now get your Acme stuff together, and let’s finish this! We don’t have time for a 'Hare-Brained' escape plan!”
Blake, now with a surge of confidence, took a deep breath. The Ravager’s systems were in chaos—it was time to finish this.
“Alright, I see it,” Blake muttered, his heart hammering in his chest as his HUDD zoomed in on the red node glowing in the bear’s chest. Cascading prompts and pathways flooded his vision, each line of code filled with technical jargon that felt alien, but he instinctively knew what to do.
Elmo’s voice piped up, dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, look at you, Mr. Tech Genius! Who needs real training when you’ve got me—and an ability you definitely don’t deserve?”
“Not the time, Elmo!” Blake snapped, dodging a jerking swipe from the bear’s claws. The Ravager’s systems were still twitching, its forced shutdown clearly not going down without a fight. Blake dropped to his knees beside it, the HUDD guiding his movements like a veteran.
“Focus,” he muttered, his hand reaching into the bear’s fur, feeling the faint warmth of the glowing node beneath. “Just open the panel and—”
He twisted sharply, and the node’s casing popped open with a soft metallic snap. Inside, a jumble of wires and glowing filaments lit up his vision. His HUDD instantly highlighted a central cluster of wires in green, flashing with detailed instructions.
Blake gritted his teeth and ripped the Arcbolt’s cable free, using its charged tip like a makeshift tool. With a sharp jab, he punctured the highlighted wire cluster. The filaments crackled and snapped, sparks flying in all directions as the bear’s movements slowed further. Its eyes flickered—almost like dying embers.
Core Disruption Initiated. Time Remaining: 30 Seconds.
“Oh, look at that! A countdown!” Elmo squealed, his voice playfully mocking. “No pressure, Blake! Just keep fumbling around, I’m sure that’ll work out great!”
“Shut. Up.” Blake hissed through clenched teeth, his HUDD directing him to the next sequence. He reached deeper into the bear’s core, his fingers guided by the glowing outline on his display. The hum of energy vibrating through his fingertips intensified as he made contact with the core—a pulsating sphere of red energy.
Core Access Confirmed. Rewriting Control Protocols…
Blake’s vision flashed white, and a strange tingle shot up his spine, like static crawling across his skin. The bear’s entire frame jerked violently beneath his hands, and for a terrifying second, Blake thought it was about to reboot and maim him. But then, its movements halted entirely. A new notification filled his HUDD.
Override Complete. Unit Reassigned to User: Blake Morgan. Awaiting Commands.
Blake slumped back, gasping for air, his body drenched in sweat as the Ruxpin Ravager slowly settled onto its haunches—like a wind-up toy finally winding down. Its glowing red eyes softened, shifting to a steady, calm blue. The eerie transformation was surreal, but more importantly, it wasn’t trying to tear his face off anymore.
“Well, well,” Elmo drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Look who’s suddenly the tech whisperer. You just turned a murder machine into a cuddly little ride. I’m so proud.”
Blake wiped sweat from his brow, glaring at the smug AI’s voice. “It’s not a ride. And I’m not getting on it.”
“Really? You’ve got a Level 10 war machine at your command, and you’d rather hoof it? Come on, Blake—where’s your sense of adventure?”
Blake exhaled slowly, his hands still shaking from the adrenaline. His HUDD flashed, displaying the bear’s interface. Several new commands lit up: Patrol, Guard, Follow, and an ominous Berserk Mode, grayed out with a “locked” label.
He hesitated but then tapped Follow. The bear’s systems hummed back to life. It rose smoothly to its feet, its head tilting toward Blake with the obedience of a trained soldier waiting for orders.
Blake stood, his legs shaky, still processing the fact that this wasn’t some fever dream. “I can’t believe that worked.”
“I can’t believe you’re still alive,” Elmo shot back with mock sympathy. “But hey, congrats on your new ‘best friend.’ Just don’t get too cozy with it. This thing still looks like it wants to eat you in your sleep.”
Blake eyed the Ruxpin Ravager warily, its glowing blue eyes fixed on him with unnerving stillness. “Great. Exactly the kind of reassurance I needed.”
He slumped back against the wall, taking shallow breaths, his heart still racing from the near-miss. The bear remained motionless before him, its blue eyes casting faint, eerie light across the dark corridor. Blake wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to steady himself. But before he could catch his breath, his HUDD flickered to life again, new notifications flooding his vision.
+3000 XP
LEVEL UP
Abilities Level UP
ArcBolt (Apprentice)
"An electric burst weapon, enhanced with precision and power."
* Base Damage: Increased by 15%.
* Range: 15 meters (up from 10 meters).
* New Feature Unlocked: Chain Strike - The Arcbolt can now arc to a secondary target within 5 meters of the first, dealing 50% reduced damage to the secondary target.
* Efficiency: Energy cost reduced by 10%.
* Upgrade Bonus: Gained +2 Intelligence from the level-up.
+1 Stat Point
Blake read through the updated description, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Chain strike? That could actually be useful.”
“Oh, yeah,” Elmo chimed in. “Because frying one enemy wasn’t enough. Now you’re the multitasking menace we all knew you could be!”
Blake ignored him, moving on to the next notification.
Techsmithing (Advanced)
"The art of bending technology to your will, now with refined precision and speed."
* Crafting Bonus: +25% speed and efficiency for tech-related projects.
* Modification Limit: Increased to 4 modifications per item (up from 3).
* New Feature Unlocked: Reverse Engineering - The ability to break down salvaged tech to permanently learn its components, blueprints, and functionality.
* Enhancement Quality: All crafted items now gain an additional minor perk.
* Upgrade Bonus: Gained +3 Intelligence from the level-up.
+3 Stat Points
Blake smirked, his confidence growing as he read. “Reverse engineering. Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Great,” Elmo snarked. “You’re one step closer to your dream of becoming a mad scientist. Can’t wait for the world domination phase.”
New Title Acquired!
* Minor Giant Slayer
"Sometimes, size doesn't matter—skill does. You've defeated foes significantly stronger than you and lived to tell the tale."
* Bonus Damage: +5% to enemies 5+ levels above you.
* XP Bonus: Gain +10% XP from defeating higher-level enemies.
* Title Perk Unlocked: Damage bonus stacks with other active titles.
Blake frowned slightly. “Minor Giant Slayer? Does that mean I’m supposed to fight more oversized death machines?”
“Well, I’d say it’s less ‘supposed to’ and more ‘inevitably will,’” Elmo quipped. “And hey, now you do slightly more damage while running for your life. Progress!”
Blake sighed. “Why do I feel like this is all just setting me up for something worse?”
“Oh, Blake,” Elmo replied, his tone mockingly sweet. “That’s because it absolutely is.”