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Waking up I found myself on yet another beach in another world. Staring at the sky I just laid here for a good while before getting up and looking around. I rightfully couldn't tell where or when I was, all I saw was the beach and trees for miles. Dusting the sand off me I shrugged and started walking into the woods as I let a feeling I had guide me somewhere. That somewhere turned out to be a hauntingly familiar city, it wasn't in ruins like I saw on the Volcanic Island. Yet there was something abjectly WRONG with it, and that was the blood bath and corpses moving that I saw.

That was the major thing, the other stuff was minor like the giant Kitsune Ancient in place of the VI's tower. The sky being purple and red, and the fact that I knew SOMETHING was following my footsteps as my sudden new armor was faintly glowing. Sighing I stopped before entering the city as I knew something could happen at some point. So I held my hand out and a glowing miniature weapons workbench appeared from my bag. Plopping the completed workstation down I pulled up some blueprints I downloaded from the tower.

Tapping on the image of a monstrous weapon called "War Crime Mk.3" I got to work on creating the seemingly normal but bulkier Desert Eagle. Pulling out a total of two hundred Palsium Steel Alloy bars, various elemental organs such as an Accelerated Mind from a very rude King Sparkits brain along with his heart. Even now after death his brain was still sparking and vibrating as if still thinking a mile a second. After I had the very… specific organs laid out that I was just collecting out of interest with them I then dug out the seemingly main components. Ancient Parts or as the blueprints called them "Morphous Plugs" as the items that seemed like spark plugs actually were storage devices.

Honestly scared the shit out of me the first time when I broke one. Because the first time an entire arm to a god damned robot popped out and nearly crushed me like a bug. But what's in storage can be reconfigured if you use the plugs for something else like I am currently. So whatever was in the ones I held may just be fucking invaluable, but I'm making two guns out of them. Shrugging at not really caring about the potential loss of something good. I got to work while making sure the walking dead Humans and Pals didn't come near me. As I had a feeling about where I was and if it's true then I'm going to be in deep shit if I get caught.

However, the guns I was making were something I found fascinating as they used the Palsium energy in the air and body of a Human. But also to fire bullets of solid matter that were also solidified attacks if someone knew a Pal move due to reasons, like being the child of a human and Pal, an Ancients gift, or eating a Skill Fruit. So I wouldn't need to worry about bullets, however, these guns were also situational based technically. As they made CRATERS not regular sized bullet holes from what the notes said which only got worse if a move was turned into a bullet.

Otherwise these guns chunked flesh and the terrain with a single shot. All mainly due to the power and intensity of the rounds. They may be made of solid energy, but it's still Palsium and that means its damage output is dangerous regardless of moves or not. When I had finished the guns and holstered them into convenient holsters on my chest armor.

I stored my mobile station once more, crouching down into a sprinting pose I eyed the wide open city gates. Calculating the number of undead, and where the Ancient was before I took off like a bullet. As soon as I moved the city seemed to react as sirens blare with the gates closing. Undead Humans and Pals turning their decaying heads towards me. Each and everyone of them wore armor of different nationalities, as if one was the defenders and the other the invaders.

Yet in death they now worked together as some of the flooded from the city at me as they were bullet trains. Ducking under the outstretched arms of a Human female in black and red armor that had lightning trailing off her legs. I punched the undead in the stomach with a blast of pitch black energy ripping it apart and devouring the remains. Yet the dead only 'respawned' shortly afterwards for this was their realm. Somersaulting over a Grizbolt, smashing its head with a gun barrel. My feet touched the wall of a nearby home and I began doing something I always wanted to try.

I jumped off the walls between buildings, getting way above the dead except for the fliers which met a grim end. The Kitsune Ancient noticed me, and I saw its muzzle's lips curl into a smile. A very dangerously loving smile that made my spine feel frozen.

"Oh Iroh… you came back to ME… a different race but it's unmistakable that it's you… your soul shines so bright and sickly that I want to take you in my tails and snuff the life from your eyes as I take your soul into my embrace FOREVER!"

Hearing those words my body moved by itself, a giant pillar of fucking SUNLIGHT vaporizing the building I had just been on as I crashed through the window of near y building.

"Just great…. Yandere ancient fox… fucking past lives… AAAHH FUCK THAT WAS MY ASS! SUNLIGHT HURTS A FUCKING LOT! THIS IS WHY I HATE THE SUN IT BURNS ME!"

Several vaporized buildings and my ass on fire later I had somehow escaped the damn fox and city of undead. Only to land in the ocean and have a six giant fuckin eyes stare up at me.