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A dark red flame ignited within the forge. A hammer clashed against red-hot metal, shaping it into a rifle barrel. Shortly after, it was cooled in water and attached to the receiver. The end of the barrel was then fitted with a compensator.

Electromagnetic accelerators were added to the weapon's elongated barrel as NTP tested the bolt-action mechanism, ensuring he had built it correctly. He had. The weapon loaded the blank successfully.

"Now for the shooting test," NTP thought. Setting the rifle's barrel on a support—a rock—he attached the scope to the rail on top, securing it firmly.

He aimed down the scope, his finger squeezing the trigger slightly. The electromagnetic accelerators primed as the trigger was pulled.

Bang.

The trigger was squeezed enough to fire the blank round, the accelerators propelling the projectile within. NTP pulled the bolt back, ejecting the blank casing.

"That's that." NTP proceeded to pull out a three-round box magazine and insert it into the rifle. The rifle was a bullpup, meaning the magazine was located behind the trigger.

NTP then put the weapon away by transforming it into his usual dark red flame, letting the ash float away. He walked out of the cave he had turned into a makeshift workshop, engulfing it in fire as he exited, leaving no trace behind.

"So the rumors were true..." a voice echoed from the cave, accompanied by the faint crackling of fire. NTP's eyes widened slightly as he turned around.

"You always had an affinity for appearing from the flames I create," NTP spat, staring down Embris, who was leaning on her battle-axe. She was tightening her dark metal prosthetic arm. "Secret crush, I assume?" NTP teased, noticing Embris's face turning as red as a tomato as she quickly covered it.

"Mmm, n-no!" she blurted out, swinging her battle-axe at NTP, who simply back-dashed out of the way.

"Doubt..." NTP muttered as he pulled out the rifle he had made earlier—Havoc. "Wait, when did you make tha—" Embris started to say before a new hole appeared between her eyes, and she dropped to the slightly rocky ground, strands of grass growing between the stones.

The thick, oil-like blood spilled onto the ground. NTP crouched down beside the corpse. "Now, if I'm correct here..." he muttered as he lifted the body slightly and punched his hand through its chest. In his grip was a strange crystalline growth, with bits of the muscle that made up the heart attached. NTP stared at the crystal before crushing it in his hand, embers rising from the shattered remains.

|NEW ABILITY

TYPE: MOVEMENT

DESCRIPTION: Meld into nearby fire to travel through the flames..|

NTP stared at his now empty hand, then turned Havoc into fire and ash. He sighed slightly before summoning a basic black cloak from the dark red flames he manipulated. He donned the cloak, the hood casting a shadow over his face and concealing the rest of his body. He walked off, the cloak swaying in the weak wind.

The day was still young, with the rays of the sun just beginning to shine down.

NTP walked through a very rocky field when he heard the sound of rock cracking behind him. He immediately turned around.

"Gee?" NTP said, recognizing the Godborn before him. "Guess the rumors were true then... Ay, little bro," Gee replied, wiping some dirt off his shoulder.

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"Omnis got you hunting me now?" NTP asked, his posture softening slightly but still tense. Gee sighed. "Honestly, I'd rather die than do his dirty work," he replied with a slight smirk.

"So, swift and painless or...?" NTP bluntly asked. Gee chuckled. "Full-fledged fight," he responded as NTP smirked, spinning Flux around, which shifted into two dual khopeshes. Gee smirked as he pulled his dual greatswords from the ground, his armor forming over him.

"You never once used your armor," Gee remarked as NTP's posture tensed, readying for battle.

"Never needed it," NTP replied as he dashed towards Gee. Their weapons clashed, the blades grinding against each other with sparks flying.

Gee released a slight shockwave, sending NTP back. NTP swiftly recovered as Gee jumped up and brought his greatswords down. NTP's eyes widened as he blocked with his now ablaze arm, the sound of metal hitting metal ringing out as an armored gauntlet formed over NTP's arm.

"So you do use it," Gee teased. NTP swiped his arm up, sending the greatswords back. "Oh well," NTP retorted as he shifted Flux into its katana form. Adrenaline coursed through both of their systems as their blades clashed once more. NTP dashed backward a few feet before running at Gee, jumping above him, and slashing. Gee blocked with one of his greatswords, but the blade shattered right off.

"You always were an inventive one..." Gee said as NTP slashed at his neck. Gee's body went limp as his head fell from his shoulders, a content look on the now decapitated head. A small tear fell from NTP's eyes. "See ya, big bro," NTP said as he threw Gee's body and head into a nearby hole. Gee's weapons returned to the rocks.

NTP walked away slowly, sheathing Flux as rain began to pour down.

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NTP sat on the beach, the golden rays of the sun shining down on him. He sighed slightly as he rose from the sand, the grains slipping off his clothing. As he began to walk away, he abruptly spun around and fired a shot from Chaos.

Hydrus, the Godborn of water, was dead before he hit the ground. A fresh hole between his eyes as he fell flat onto the sand, his blood seeping into the grains.

NTP nonchalantly walked off, not particularly bothered—he hadn't been a fan of Hydrus anyway. He continued until he came upon a strangely large forest, reminiscent of the one he had reincarnated in, dense with foliage.

NTP slashed through the thick, thorny vines that blocked his path. The vines were tougher than expected, though they were no match for a weapon sharp enough to slice through the fabric of reality.

"Oop... I think the circus just arrived," a cocky female voice called out from the clearing as NTP cut through with Flux.

"No... I think I'm staring at it," NTP retorted as the female—Blossomia—turned around, her golden boots shining in the light. NTP stood in the dark shade on the other side.

"You know the drill, freak," Blossomia taunted. NTP's pupils dilated as he clenched his fist, veins bulging slightly as his hand ignited with flames. His teeth clenched as he hissed through them, his breathing accelerating. In an instant, NTP dashed toward Blossomia, grabbing her face and dragging her across the ground. The earth crumbled and broke long after he had dashed. Blossomia kicked NTP in the side of the head with her golden boots, causing him to stumble slightly, loosening his grip just enough for her to roll away and get up.

Blossomia quickly unsheathed her twin swords and slashed at NTP with Blooming Edge, sending a wave of sharp cherry leaves flying toward him. He swiped his hand, unleashing a wave of flame that incinerated the leaves. Blossomia jammed Thornblade into the ground, causing razor-sharp thorns to circle NTP. However, they were reduced to embers as he charged toward her. Blossomia's fear grew as sweat began to accumulate on her skin. NTP lunged at her, and she blocked with her thorn-covered blades. She closed her eyes tightly, expecting to feel blood on her face.

Yet she only heard the crackling of fire. Opening her eyes, she saw NTP's fully armored form, now covered in burning thorns. Her eyes widened in terror as she realized she couldn't move her arms. NTP held her twin swords by the blades.

"BACK OFF!" Blossomia yelled, fear evident in her voice as she unleashed a storm of cherry leaves, throwing NTP back. He stopped himself with his clawed gauntlets, the last of the thorns on his armor burning away. He pulled out Flux, shifting its form into that of a spear. NTP thrust the spear at Blossomia, the spearhead combusting into massive flames as it clashed against Blooming Edge's blade. Blossomia's fear continued to grow as she slashed at the spear, desperately trying to get away.

"TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" NTP's voice rang out as Blossomia yelped. NTP jammed an injector-like device into her neck, injecting a strange serum as she stumbled back. Cyst-like formations began to form on her neck, causing slight cracks in her skin.

"YOU SAMPLED ROT?" Blossomia yelled as she coughed out blood. "Kill yourself..." NTP spat at her as he kicked her down onto the ground. She whimpered in fear before suddenly vanishing in a storm of cherry leaves.

NTP breathed heavily, the flames on the spearhead slowly dimming to simple embers as his armor burned away, leaving him back in his normal clothing.

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