Today, the se at the edge of the crumbling cityscape was nothing short of ematic. The user of the White Dwarf couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Seriously, a house robe? Is it pajama day and nobody told me?" he quipped, eyeing Burn's luxurious attire with amusement.
And he didn’t get hit at all!
Burn, his silk robe which fluttered dramatically with every nimble dodge, looked like he had mistaken an apocalyptic showdown for a spa day. His swleamed uhe flickering lights of the ruined buildings. Yet, despite the seemingly mismatched ensemble, Burn moved with the grad precision of a seasoned warrior, effortlessly evading the relentless barrage of attacks.
“Fuck this.”
The user of the White Dwarf, not oo be uimated, maniputed the ic powers of his device with a smirk. Energy pulsed from the White Dwarf, casting eerie shadows as it charged for atack. "Let's see if your robe has superpowers too," the user taunted, unleashing a wave of dearlight straight at Burn.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!
“ANDER! HE’S CLOSING IN!”
“Shut up.”
Well, Burn, with a flick of his wrist and a well-timed roll, avoided every shot as if he were dang through raindrops without getti.
As the fight escated, the user of the White Dwarf couldn't help but admire Burn's audacity and skill. So this was the man who single handedly stopped the first wave, huh.
"This sucks," he ented dryly, even as he prepared another powerful bst.
Burn, in response, simply fshed a daring grin and adjusted his robe like a cape. With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his bde singing through the air.
“Defense!” ‘ander’ yelled, “The closer he is, the easier for us to hit him!”
Burn, seemingly unfazed by the tactical shift, merely tightehe sash of his robe—a gesture that somehow mao vey both supreme fidend a touch of sarcasm. "Easier to hit, you say? I suppose we'll see about that," he murmured, almost to himself, as he spiraled closer into the heart of the enemy's formation.
The user of the White Dwarf snorted in amusement, watg Burn's audacious approach. "Well, folks, here he es," he eo his rades.
As Burn drew he soldiers adjusted their aim, ons trained with deadly precisio, Burn moved like a shadow, his steps uably rhythmic, dodging bullets and energy bsts as if partaking in some deadly dance. "Remarkable," the White Dwarf user admitted begrudgingly. "He dodges bullets better tharainer AI."
Unleashing another surge of white-hot starlight, the user aimed directly at Burn, who not only evaded but mao deflect the attack using the ft of his bde. The deflected energy bolt careened off into the night, illuminating the ruined cityscape like a fleeting et.
“Probably shouldn’t do it more than that,” Burn muttered, thinking of preserving the life of his bde.
The ander, growing increasingly frustrated, signaled for a tighter circle. "Encircle him with your attack! He 't dodge all of us!" he ordered.
The soldiers aimed in, creating a ring of ser and firepower around Burn. The user of the White Dwarf watched, a smirk pying on his lips. "Now, this I have to see. A battle mage in a bathrobe, trapped in a ring of death. What will he do ? Output 0,0005%!"
Burer stage ihal arena, paused midair in a split sed and seemed to assess his situation. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he lifted his sword high. "If it's a show you want, it's a show you'll get," he decred. In a blur of silk and steel, Burn unched forward.
“What?!” the user widened his eyes seeing how Burn lunged right into the attack. He couldn’t dodge or deflect it anymore—
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTTT!!!
“The thing is…”
Burn also wasn’t the man he was in the inal timeline.
Pointing his sword in front of him, toward the bst, just before it entered his space—he absorbed it.
“Twe? …No, nine? Quite heavy.”
Burn recalled the delightful memory of those ten, t 'em, TEN, secutive bsts from the 20 test version mech armors of Veryo about as heavy as a marshmallow on a diet.
The shot from the White Dwarf, well this one packed quite a punch, like twenty nine equivalent of the ten secutive bsts, all rolled up in a little ic package.
It was just another sunny souvenir—another creation of a star.
The White Dwarf, a remnant of a stelr core, was just a leftover from a celestial cookout. And today, Burn gathered up all that stelr dross, brandishing a densed, reassembled, super-dear on his sword tip.
Revival.
“I didn’t get paid enough for this…” the user grumbled under his breath.
You know, a bit of wisdom in the warrior's manual is knowing when to fold 'em, when to say "no thank you" to immi danger. Our friend, the White Dwarf user, was a ander with an uny talent for reading the room...or the battlefield, as it were.
Always seemed to know just when to s his sword for sneakers.
“We must run.”
Up in the great blue yohere floated a man, swathed in a robe that was billowing in the wind, raised his sword straight up the top of his head.
He held aloft a sword with a miniature pea-sized sun on its tip, a little DIY project he'd revived from a white dwarf's leftover stelr core. It gleamed in the sky, puttihermere's sor system's sun to shame with its VIP access to proximity and luminesce.
He was—“So, this is Apex Two, huh?”
But before they could run, they had to shoot—faster than him, with a higher output, the best they could handle. “We will clear our way out with 2% output now.”
“But sir, that—!”
“Yes, ossibly decimate this p, but do you want to die?”
So, you're w how the White Dwarf was cooked up? Well, sit tight, because this tale involved modern teology on steroids, mythical accessories, and a whole lot of heat.
First off, the makers harhe core of stelr remnants, using its heat energy to whip up the kind of power that could make the apocalypse look like a minor invenience.
The cato fusion energy left in that starry carcass. It had bee a white dwarf after all. It was all heat, baby, a ic space heater that didn't quit until the core went cold turkey.
Now, creating the White Dwarf wasn't as simple as putting a pot oove. The teology of the modern civilization was supercharged by the Heart of *****, a mythical gem rumored to be the st twinkling tear of a dyiy.
This little tri had the power to fortify the fun of any device it lugged into. And when one said "fortify," one might mean "turn into a on of mass destru."
Then came the fun part: turning this stelr core remnant into a on. It was like trying to turn a rabid rhino into a house pet. The Heart of ***** amplified the energy harvesting process, densing the heat from the core into a manageable form.
This was then eled into a on g made from Etlequarzite, an a metal harder than a calculus problem and rarer than a quiet politi.
eling the heat energy of the core through the Etlequarzite g created a tained, directed on of unimaginable power. The result? The White Dwarf. A on that could make even the hardest of intergactic warlords wet their space pants.
And there you have it. The creation of the White Dwarf: a ic cocktail of sce, myth, and a dash of suicidal bravery—that used to be impossible to wield on the ground.
Only 1% of its power could decimate any ground, heless.
But still, to kill this man—no. To merely run away from this man, they o use double that!
Burn sighed. e to think of all that, in the previous loop, he allowed them to hit him when he was off guard. He wondered if he’d die by that surprise attack if Momo didn’t push him out of the way.
The answer, maybe he’d survive.
But not unscathed.
He was vigint and serious now, using a hundred pert of his power, so they wouldn’t be able to catch him off guard again. But would he survive 2% output of the on?
The answer would be, no. It seemed that they had overestimated him.
But at that crucial time, rather than being afraid, Burn was seen grinning. 2% of the power of a dying sun, huh? How exg. How exg!
Now that he couldn’t die anyway, would he be able to face that absolute destru head on without sequence?
“FIRE!” Burn was burning with curiosity. “Fire it with everything you got!”
2% might be the limit for them. To disable Burn and to let them run away scott free. But with this provocation, Burn might find his own limit, and the ground use of the White Dwarf.
“But well, that woman would be mad at me.”
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSTTT!!!
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I had a lot of fun writing chapter 69 and 70. It was a missed opportunity, tbh. Should've been chapter 69, but it became chapter 70,5 instead. It will be a patreon special, and won't be posted anywhere else, because of the tent rating :'''vvvv
If you chey Patreon page, you'll find 3 tiers. 3 for 4 chapters in advance, 5 for 7 chapters and bonus in advance, and 10 for 20 chapters in advance. Chapter 70,5 will be a bonus too I guess. Have a good day!
