The city streets were partially ruined from previous battles, but H NTR corruption still pulsed in the shadows. Chris walked through alleys and hotels, eyes scanning for predatory NPCs.
He saw them instantly. Ugly men leering at minors, their corruption levels spiking to maximum. Chris' katana hummed faintly.
"Looks like the city has one last round of pests. Time to clean up," he muttered.
In a flash he struck. Each swing cut through narrative threads and physical bodies simultaneously. Heads fell, H NTR corruption evaporated, and the victims blinked in relief. Chris moved through the city efficiently, leaving no trace of the predators.
Then the ground trembled. The sky tore open as a massive figure descended. Mecha Atzmus appeared, its frame larger than any building, glowing with Primordial energy. The air itself warped under its presence. The city quaked.
Chris' eyes narrowed. He summoned Mecha Dead End, the massive machine responding instantly to his meta-conscious commands. The streets shattered under its weight as he climbed into the cockpit.
"Alright big toy," Chris muttered. "Time to see who cleans whose house."
The battle erupted. Mecha Atzmus struck with world-ending force. Chris dodged with Mecha Dead End, cutting and slicing at weak points in the mecha's narrative and physical structure. Reality bent around every strike. Sparks flew, buildings collapsed, and the air hummed with cosmic tension.
Chris taunted mid-combat.
"Okay Primordial-level toy. Let's see if your plot threads survive the deletion patch."
Mecha Dead End fired energy blasts, swung massive arms, and manipulated reality to destabilize Mecha Atzmus. Each strike carved through corrupted narrative threads and warped reality simultaneously.
The city became a war zone, but Chris moved like he was dancing through story logic itself. His katana strikes cut through both physical mecha armor and cosmic-level corruption. Mecha Atzmus roared with energy, but Chris adapted to every attack, his meta-awareness predicting patterns beyond comprehension.
The fight escalated across rooftops, streets, and crumbling towers. Chris' commentary remained darkly sarcastic.
"All toys checked. H NTR cleaned. Universe-scale bosses just another Tuesday."
The battle raged on. Chris' Mecha Dead End struck again and again, tearing through Mecha Atzmus' narrative threads while dodging attacks that could have destroyed entire city blocks.
Chris' eyes glowed with Stogainaf power as he pressed forward, knowing this battle would define the fate of the city and the H NTR corruption that plagued it.