Many cycles passed. Days and weeks and months. The dazzling sun would hide behind dark clouds, shadowing the world in rain and smoke. The sky would stay dim, then rain down ice and snow, sleet and hail.

I trekked through the snow and ice on unsteady feet. I came to know innovation. I had to adapt to my surroundings, creating spikes on my feet for traction on ice and in mud. I had to flatten my feet like fan blades and form a mesh of metal simulating webbing to step through the snowy plains without sinking.

Temperature had such little effect on me. I would know if my metal would boil from a touch, or conjoin flesh from sheer cold. It never melted or snapped. I never became brittle or malleable, unless I willed it.

Yes, as the months passed I began to find myself. More than just desire, I learned likes and dislikes.

I hated the snow, and the mud that clung on my flesh. Yet, I liked the puzzles they provided, the challenges to change my shape.

I marched. I followed where rivers flowed, where the wind swept. Where fiery trails of destruction were sown, and where fields of rot wasted away.

When the world cycled back from the frosty winterland to bright life and vibrance, when a year had passed, when I had brightened my horizons…

Why am I here?

It was the first time the thought had appeared in my head. But even as I marched past those grassy knolls, the unlit fens and winswept peaks, the idea gained more and more traction within my mind.

Four days walk from a rather bizarre coastline, I found a dececitated village. This was the sixth one I had found along my march, not a single soul in sight among all of them.

Not even bodies remained, no blood or other such traces. But this one was different.

I marched through the streets, passing large wood and stone windmills with broken fans. A tall and thin tower had been knocked over and collapsed multiple buildings. A large structure filled with bookshelves, desks, and knocked over chairs had its roof caved in, a variety of claw marks dotting the scene.

And oh so much blood.

Bones and bodies, organs and brain matter. Piles of the undesirable cuts of human flesh sat around corners and infested yards. Lifeless eyes casted shallow screams on the soul who witnessed them. Me.

Munching sounds. My head snapped towards it. By now, my body had undergone many different variations, far more than any basic terrain adaptations. For now, I had been in a severely animalistic state.

My back was in a permanent hunch, my head shaped into a cone like a wolf's snout, the end shaped into a three headed spear. Even for creatures that could heal strangely fast, wounds made with this thing were terribly difficult to patch up. At least, before I tore them asunder.

My fingers were extremely dextrous, with scythe like claws reaching a few inches shy of a foot long, curved and wicked sharp. My upper arms had been tensed with coils to propel myself and lunge at and targets, my shoulders studded with spikes designed to triple in length at my command, a similar structure along my back.

No longer was my tail thin as bones. Now it was shorter and stokier, allowing less movement but more weight, a flanged mace built at the end attached to a chain. I could detach it midfight to greatly extend my range.

Less recent discoveries include my own innate, magical abilities. The furnace within me can not be concealed. The fire must always have a vent, and easy access. The bigger the flame, the stronger I become. I do not know what will happen if the flame goes out.

Besides that-

Another shriek rang out, this time echoed by a few more and followed by tearing and crunching. The red point filling my dark eye socket pulsed. I began running towards the sound. I shoved my claws onto the ground and propelled myself across the land like a cheetah.

I leapt across the entire town in five spring-tensed bounds. Soon, I came upon a cluster of shaggy black creatures. They aggressively gnashed their teeth, like licking their lips. Three long pink tonges licked at their wicked curved teeth, their snouts unnaturally long. Dozens of them clambered around the sandlot like stalking hyenas.

Within the group sat a thick cluster of revolving fur, sounds of licking and feasting playing from within. Their reaction to my presence was lazy, their bodies riddled with openings my instincts rallied to take advantage of.

I pounced, blazing a trail and knocking them all out of my way. Their bodies were heavy, seemingly gaining weight in protest, but I managed. I ripped the circle of fluffy bodies apart with my hands, revealing the body of a young girl underneath.

Or at least what was left of her. She was clearly very dead, recently judging by the lack of rot. Her face had been eaten, the meal mostly from her organs, though half her body had been torn up and her left arms reduced to bones strewn across the yard.

When one of the disgruntled creatures lept at me, I had a strange reaction. Rather than fighting slowly and efficiently like usual, I struck with my left claw into its stomach before it could reach me. I slammed it into the ground and gouged out its neck with my right arm.

Something strange drove me. As the cluster of black and white badgers lept and bit and scratched, I followed suit and attacked with greater ferocity. I had honed ever piece of technology making up my form. Springs in my legs enabled my rapid lunges and hops around the terrain.

I knit myself through their unstable formations, tearing at their weak points and skewering their defenses. Lines fell apart before they could form. My spear head drove into one pinned beneath me. My left hand disconnected and flew towards another, the hand twitched and grabbed its face. I whipped around and slammed it into a nearby tree neck first, killing it on impact.

A sound reminiscent of a castle gate resounded as my hand flew back towards me, the chain connecting it winding back loudly. The violent melee continued in a whirlwind of slashing, kicking and smashing.

More and more of the creatures flooded out of the woodwork. I never grew tired. The scratches and bites glanced off my metal, and on the off chance damage would deform it, I could just reform its shape. I am truly… Unstoppable.

Class - Avatar Adeptus | lv75 ******* Race - Ravager Furnace m | Title: Harbinger of Death (Fear++) | System Denier (None) Achievements- Originator | Title Bearer | Poacher | World Renowned Traveler | (+4) Health: 44998/45000 | Stamina: 44986/45000 | Biomass: 357/???? State - Peckish Class skill upgrades available: (4) Stp: 85 Skp: 30

Stats - Body 450 Mind 20 Soul 0.23

Origin Spell: Hydra

Class Skills - Unstoppable ||||||| lv4 Vessel Shift ||||||| lv7 Akashic Weaponry ||||||| lv5 Coursing Hellflame ||||||| lv2 Thermonucleaic ||||||| lv1 Triple Sec ||||||| lv3

Unique Skill - [Unclaimed]

Skills - Smashing | lv5 Cutting | lv5 Piercing | lv5 Stride | lv5 Ground Break | lv5 Rapid Attack | lv5 Reaction | lv5 Life Perception | lv5 Weakness Perception | lv5 Grip | lv5 Melee | lv5 Dodge | lv5 Force Resistance | lv5 Cutting Resistance | lv5 Piercing Resistance | lv5 Hunger resistance | lv5 Bite | lv5 Chomp | lv5 Snap | lv5 Balance | lv5

< [Unstoppable]- Your attacks can not be completely avoided, or completely resisted. >

I waved away the annoying window, which took every opportunity to summon itself. The strange magic seemed to be some type of list pertaining to myself, displaying information about the strange abilities I would develop across my travels.

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The ability to hit things even when I miss, the power to coat my body in flames that caused tremendous pain to any victims. I've theorized that one of them is the reason I have this vast pool of knowledge at my beck and call.

Every time I grab or form a weapon, knowledge floods my mind about how to use it in the best possible way. I stuck out a finger and waved it through a fool hardy badger. I cleaved through it easily, the thin blade gliding through its pelt like a scalpel.

Its body dissected itself into four strips. Yes, despite only using one claw, two more blade wounds appeared slightly off set from the original wound. Attacks that should only hit once instead hit thrice.

I took a step back, and felt my balance sway. I looked back, my left eye traced ninety degrees backwards. I had been led to a cliff. Unbeknownst to me, the badgers had had a strategy after all. Though not the best, as they'd already sacrifice the vast majority of their ranks to my claws.

A huge one ambered up to me and snarled. At that cue, the rest of them mobbed me. They sought not to maul me, but to use their combined weight to push me off the ledge. They succeeded. I plummeted off the cliff and down into the cloudy depths.

Thunk.

Whirrrrr.

The loud sound of chain retracting resounded throughout the canyon. The large badger who had turned around by now, stopped in its tracks.

I rose from the mist, a mantle of clouds dispersing from my shoulders. Congratulations. I thought. You just made me angry. My body transformed. The vents to the furnace that were on my back rotated like a cage to my chest. The rest of my body unfolded and reconfigured.

My arms elongated and my claws spread into rigid fingers. My back lost its curve, my tail racing up my spine as the spikes retreated into my body. My head was too dissimIlar from my true form, so I ripped it off with my newly formed hand.

The awaiting plates from half the tail zipped up from around my shoulders and remade my face, a knight's helm with two eye slots, for a change of pace. The excess transferred to my shoulders and made themselves into rectangular plates sitting at a neat forty five degree angle.

The head in my hands liquidated, unlike the mechanical transformation of the rest of me, it melted into a long blade, a broad sword, with the rest of it reinforcing the relevant hand for a perfect grip.

Memories far from my own sifted into my head. They shaped my thoughts, coordinated my movements. And within half a minute, I was ready to throw down. The fire within my chest licked the bars with malevolent glee.

The fire within shed a layer of flame. I smiled internally despite the hunger becoming a gnawing feeling. Ah, I suppose I haven't eaten in awhile. Contrary to my stance, I let my body peel back, and opened the furnace doors wide.

The softball sized fire twisted on itself, swirling into a vortex which then exploded outward into a fan of destruction. Three feet away three points shot out of the ensuing smoke. They formed thick pipes that shot forward with malignant intent. They dived towards the piles of bodies painting the ground, the fiery channels twisting into the air like snakes until they met their targets.

The bodies burst into flames, the orange quickly being replaced by black as the bodies reduced to ash. The particles were sucked through the connected fiery pipes like aqueducts, feeding the biomass to the hungry flame.

The blaze twirled and grew. The fire streams grew with my core, fire formed on the tips into draconic heads that leapt from body to body, until the entire area was bathed in a blazing inferno.

The lead badger lept into action. It rushed me while I collected energy. The trap doors to my furnace slammed shut and transformed so there were three large slots instead of the usual thin seven. As I deflected the clumsy attacks of the lead badger, the three orange heads continued to lick over the remains, burning all the deceased matter into fuel.

I fluidly weaved to the side and deflected the ferocious attacks, thick black claws traced sparks across the copper red blade. I dodged and deflected the blows of the lead badger as I finished off the rest of its group. Its attacks got wilder, desperate to save the stragglers.

With every life I cut down, the more desperate the creature became. And when every single body laid at my feet, only then did I stab clean through the beast in one swift motion.

I could have killed you this easily the whole time. I slid my sword out of its chest as it collapsed. But what fun would that be? It didn't even let out its final breath before my fire dragons incinerated it.

I glanced at the remains of the human they were munching on. With a flick of my thoughts, the left dragon devoured her body as well. As I marched through the remains of the village finishing off the remaining badgers, mostly adolescents and their guardians, a single thought surfaced as I failed to find any technology to assimilate.

What a waste of time.

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I came to think about that time a lot. As I marched through the endless pine forest, I found time to think about myself. The girl would have stayed dead even if I didn't finish her off. And yet… maybe I wouldn't be feeling this strange emotion.

It's all just food in the end.. But I wonder. Could I kill a human? I stopped in place, and turned my head towards a thin pillar of smoke nearby. Something strange tugged at me. For a reason I couldn't place, I began moving towards it.

A short trot later and I found a cabin through the tree line. Like a predator stalking its prey, I shifted downwards and watched. A family lived there, a big hairy man, a heavily pregnant woman with long black hair, and a little girl with the same features as her mother, black hair and red eyes.

I watched for hours as they went to work. The big man chopped chunks of wood atop a stump. The woman picked at a small garden, filling a beaten and rusted pot hanging over a bonfire with a myriad of items. I paid little attention to the colorful plants she placed within the pot, but more on the girl.

She played in the dust, occasionally helping her mother or pestering her father. Eventually, annoyed by her antics, they cast her off into the immediate forest. A ring of grass and light flora encircled the merry little home. Beyond that stood a thick collection of trees and shrubs, my form hiding behind a large barry trees.

Our eyes locked. Though I knew she couldn't see me, I felt a trill of anxiety anyway. I muted the light from my eyes, and slowly backed away from my place in the bush, hoping my legs wouldn't creek.

And though my exit was perfect, the child tottered closer. I begged. Please, PLEASE don't come over here! I beg, I BEG!

She ignored my pleas. This kid, no more than five years old, broke through the plant barrier. I dug my scythe adjacent claws into a nearby tree as I curved myself behind it. I watched from within its shade as she drew ever closer, hands outstretched like a zombie making playful cries as she stumbled closer.

Noise sprung up from the camp, no doubt the parents curious of their child's whereabouts. Another noise wrose up, the rustling of an adjacent bush, directly next to the child. Oblivious to the danger, she continued tottling towards my tree.

A ferret broke through the bush, its small teeth gnashing and battle cry erupting from its lips as it dashed at the child, content with its latest meal. I curved around the tree, twisting my arm around the bark and rammed my claws through the length of its body.

Its screech died in less than a second. I pulled my arm upwards slowly, the ferret falling from my claws slowly as its blood lubricated my flesh. I looked over to the left, my face still concealed. Maybe she didn't notice? She was looking straight at me.

But rather than fear or even alarm, curiosity plagued her expression. She passed the tree and trespassed into my shadows. I dug my claws into the ground and backed up. She followed. I backed up even more, faster and snappier. She giggled and followed again.

I lashed out. I slowed my arm and gently placed my clean hand on her stomach, then pushed her away. She flinched at the cold touch, but otherwise was unfazed. When she tried to move closer once again, I formed a mouth and jaw and screamed at her. Though, no noise was made.

I had to make the mouth as jagged and daunting as possible, to make up for the lack of noise. As far as I can tell, the only noise I'm capable of making is when my plates grind together. She just laughed. Laughed!

Fed up, I blunted the fingers on my left hand and grabbed her. Even suspended in the air by me, she was all laughs. I stalked forward and eventually shoved her through the wall of shrubs. She turned to me. I lifted a claw, put it to my face, then pointed it at her and towards the ground.

Fed up with her inability to leave me be, I shoved her roughly out of the ring of grass. Loud noises could be heard from the house. When I looked up, the burly man had noticed me. Claws outstretched, the child laying on the ground crying loudly.

The woman screamed in distress and the man hefted his axe and charged at me. I tried to escape, but was too slow. He threw the hatched, which struck true into the side of my chest. The metal dented slightly as the axe pinged off with only a loud sound to show for its efforts.

< -1 HP >

My instincts ignited. The ember within me exploded with malevolence. I stamped into the ground and rushed at the fool, cleaving my claws through his side. Mid scream of pain he turned, eyes blazing with fury just in time to see my claws slam into his chest.

I scraped to the side, blood welling from the long thin cuts. I punched him, his body sailing across the ground until he slammed into a tree, the wind knocked from his lungs. He looked up at me glassy eyed as I shoved my claws into his neck, like a machete through paper.

His body toppled over and blood pooled into the grass. The mother screamed. Distraught by the sight of her mighty husband reduced to a cutting board. Her screaming filled the forest, causing birds to expel themselves from the canopies.

The flame within my furnace roiled as the screaming refused to cease. I lumbered over, my body dwarfing her. Her screams pierced my nonexistent ears, Agony emanate off of her small body like waves. My annoyance crescendoed, forming a orange-cyan mixture along my claws.

It bubbled and steamed, giving off waves of neon green that made the air ripple. I swiped across her face. The mixture melted her skin and sealed her lips. It bubbled and grew as she melted, a single second later the bubbles grew larger and glowed white, exploding with cacophonous force.

Bits of skull and connective tissue was all that remained as her defiled body slumped to the ground, some unexploded remnants continuing to eat at her flesh. Only quieter cries remained. I stood in place, my mind finally free of the hunger and rage.

I stood, covered in blood and searing meat.

And I continued to stand, the flame in my chest dying as my hunger begged me to move forward. To consume. I fell to my knees. The crying stopped as the child took off. I rested my hands on the ground.

It rained.

And after three nights, when men dressed in silver armor came in and shackled me in chains, did the spark in my chest finally succumb to the cold and the emptiness. I felt a pang of happiness, as the heat and the hunger and rage and the avarice, finally, came to an end.

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