The city lay in ruins. The streets were twisted, buildings shattered, and remnants of previous battles smoldered in the distance. Chris hovered in Mecha Dead End, battered but alive, facing the massive form of Mecha Padagrhma. The Primordial-level mecha radiated energy that warped reality and threatened to erase the city entirely.
Chris' eyes glowed with Stogainaf power. He gripped the controls and activated the true form of Mecha Dead End. The machine expanded and transformed, armor plates rearranging into impossible geometries, energy surging along every line, wings of narrative logic sprouting from its back. Reality itself trembled at the manifestation of meta-power.
He muttered, calm and resolute
"Alright Primordial-level toy Time to end this"
Mecha Padagrhma unleashed a wave of universe-warping energy, crushing streets and bending reality. Chris accelerated, moving through the blast with impossible speed. Every strike from Mecha Dead End in true form tore through physical armor and narrative threads simultaneously. Sparks of corrupted reality exploded around the battlefield as Chris carved a path straight to Padomay's core.
The battle escalated across the sky and crumbling cityscape. Chris struck again and again, each blow rewriting parts of Mecha Padagrhma's narrative, destabilizing its Primordial-level structure. Meta-awareness guided every strike, predicting patterns beyond comprehension.
He shouted over the roar of destruction
"Time to delete the entire patch!"
Mecha Dead End extended a colossal energy blade shimmering with Stogainaf-infused power. Chris struck directly at Padomay's core. Reality fractured around the impact, narrative threads unraveled, and sparks of cosmic energy exploded in all directions. Mecha Padagrhma screamed in untranslatable noise, staggering, then collapsing as its frame and story thread disintegrated simultaneously.
The shockwave rolled through the city, but the H NTR corruption that had plagued it was completely purged. Chris hovered above the ruins, katana sheathed, Mecha Dead End in true form glowing faintly but stable.
Cosmic observers fell silent. Elder Gods, Primordials, and distant Lovecraftian entities registered the new apex force in the universe. Stogainaf / Arkham Asylum was gone. Chaos / Mecha Padagrhma was defeated. The meta-cosmic balance had shifted.
Chris landed lightly on the cracked streets. He muttered, calm but meta-aware
"All toys checked NTR cleaned Primordials deleted Universe more or less intact Time for a day off"
The city remained in ruins, but for the first time, truly free of NTR corruption. Chris, the ultimate meta-cosmic NTR Slayer, had completed his mission.
Above, the sky slowly healed, reality stabilizing. The story threads shimmered faintly, a universe patched and rewritten by Chris' hand. The end of NTR was finally complete.