**[Would the user like to canabalize the Frankendemon Class Track Gorger Boss for hybridization?]**
The SYSTEM's prompt flickered across Johnathan's vision in molten brass letters, dripping onto the marsh with a sizzle. His avatar's elongated ears—currently venting excess steam like miniature safety valves—twitched toward the mangled Track Gorger corpse. Rivet tattoos pulsed along his forearms as the words *"cannibalize for hybridization"* echoed through his dual consciousness like a freight train in a tunnel.
"Ah, what the hell," Johnathan muttered, cracking his knuckles with a sound like compressed steam escaping. "When in Rome, kill the locals." His locomotive body's pistons shuddered in agreement, releasing a plume of smoke that momentarily obscured the battlefield—conveniently hiding the way his avatar's six-fingered hands began *phasing* into the demon's rusted hull. The Track Gorger's remains screeched in protest as his SYSTEM cheerfully superimposed a **[Hybridizastion Commencing!]** overlay, complete with floating kanji that dissolved into rivets midair.
Meanwhile, his locomotive body and the Frankendemon Class Track Gorger Boss both began to move closer together and glow with a luminescent blue hue. His avatar almost stumbled back as spectral rails burst from the marsh like skeletal fingers, lacing around both locomotives in a grotesque latticework. The SYSTEM displayed **[HYBRIDIZATION: 25%]** as the Track Gorger's rivets popped loose midair, embedding themselves into Johnathan's boiler plating with a sound like hail on tin.
His original locomotive body felt... strange was the best word to describe it. Like his pistons had been dreaming of fingers all this time—finally growing into them with a shuddering sigh—while the Track Gorger's remains melted into his frame like hot butter on rusted steel. The SYSTEM's display flickered between **[HYBRIDIZATION: 75%]** and **[WARNING: DO NOT OPERATE HEAVY MACHINERY WHILE BECOMING HEAVY MACHINERY]** as Johnathan's avatar staggered mid-step—his towering Dark Elf-Giant form momentarily flickering—before stabilizing.
"Alright, what fresh hell is this?" he muttered, staring down at his hands—now crackling with spectral railway spikes—as the last of the Track Gorger dissolved into him. His boiler groaned in protest—like a man realizing he'd accidentally ordered the spicy dish—only for the sound to morph into something deeper, richer—like a cathedral organ played by a drunkard with a penchant for minor keys. The SYSTEM's display flashed **[HYBRIDIZATION: COMPLETE!]**
Johnathan instinctively knew he had to look at his stats again:
Name: Johnathan 'Loco' Gresley (???)
Model: LMS Jubilee Class/Frankendemon Class Track Gorger Boss Hybrid (Slightly Modified)
Fuel Efficiency: 99.5% (Current Fuel Sources: Laug; Demonic Ajlo)
Current Function: Kaikachu Express
Skills:
Make/Destroy Railroad LV. 2
Make new railroads or destroy old ones. Current pace: 24 cm per minute (without destruction of matching amount rail). Max distance away (without destruction of matching amount rail): 3 meters. Max distance away (with destruction of matching amount rail): 5 meters
Parasight LV. 2
See yourself and anything within 6 miles of you.
Self Repair LV. 2
Regain wear and tear at a fixed rate. Current rate: 0.5% per hour. Warning: Large-scale damage may require external assistance.
Coaches LV. 6
You have a capacity of 5/7 carriages. Current length: 95 meters. Warning: Exceeding capacity may derail you.
Self Driving LV. 2
You don't require a driver, fireman, or conductor, if one of these is present all stats are boosted by +0.5%
Speed LV. 2
You have a top speed of 100 mph (~ 175 kph)
Telepathy LV. 2
Talk to others mentally in your locomotive body. Current max distance: 7 meters
Mana-Infused Buffet (Demonic Subsection) LV. 2
Absorb demonic essence to produce: 1 meal per demon (nutritional value questionable). Current Demon Snacks: Track Gorger Jerky (Warning: May contain traces of sentient corruption).
Terrain-Induced Acoustic Resonance: Track Whistle Effect LV. 2
Your whistles now trigger localized seismic events when blown near entities with a strengthening near demonic monsters.
True Camouflage LV. 1
No matter your size or color, if you don't want anyone to notice you, they won't!
Intimidation LV. 1
Your Conductor avatar and locomotive body will seem mighty and intimidating to the average bystander.
Were-Demon LV. 1
Your Conductor avatar can turn into a Demon-Dark Elf-Orckin hybrid form when the Fiery Eye of Ralos turns blue every month.
**[Warning! Use of the skill: Were-Demon LV. 1 can result in lose of control of Conductor avatar.]**
Johnathan's newly manifested humanoid form shuddered as steam vented from his elongated Dark Elf ears—each whistle-pitched release syncing perfectly with his locomotive body's safety valves. Behind him, his Jubilee Class frame had undergone *glow-up* worthy of a shonen training montage: where once there was pristine British engineering now stood a surprisingly regel locomotive hybrid with jagged, demonic embellishments.
The Track Gorger's remains had fused into his boiler like arsenic-laced embellishments—rivets replaced with throbbing brass nodules that pulsed *"ALL ABOARD"* in morse code whenever he accelerated. He now had a second tender with both British Rail and demonic insignia welded together in unholy matrimony, stacked with laug that combusted blue when whistling.
The once-pristine LMS Jubilee Class locomotive now resembled something yanked from an entirely unrealistic Victorian dream with it being possibly twice as big now than beforehand, its polished crimson paint job now adorned with glowing brass filigree that pulsed like a heartbeat whenever Johnathan revved the boiler.
His Dark Elf-Giant-Orckin conductor avatar leaned against the cab with practiced nonchalance, steam curling from his elongated ears as he surveyed the marsh's devastation—like a stagehand admiring his own pyrotechnics. The SYSTEM helpfully projected **[DEMONIC ESSENCE PROCESSING: COMPLETE]** in molten brass letters above the Track Gorger's dissolved carcass, its rivet-studded spine now reforged into Johnathan's boiler plating with the elegance of a drunk blacksmith.
"Shit, this is amazing," Johnathan muttered, flexing his conductor avatar's six-fingered hands as the marsh's sulfur bubbles popped in terrified synchrony. His locomotive body—now twice its original size with jagged demonic embellishments—let out a theatrical whistle that echoed through the ruins like a drunk opera singer. The SYSTEM cheerfully displayed **[DEMONIC RAIL SYNCHRONIZATION: 100%]** alongside floating kanji he didn't understand that dissolved into rivet-shaped confetti.
"Well then, there doesn't seem to be any other monsters here, best I get going then," Johnathan said aloud to no one in particular, adjusting his conductor's cap with unnecessary drama. His locomotive body emitted a theatrical plume of steam—partly to cover the way his avatar *phased* seamlessly back into the cab without using the ladder.
The marsh's last surviving frogspawn watched in slack-jawed awe as the towering Dark Elf-Giant conductor seemingly materialized inside the moving train's cab—though in reality, Johnathan had simply willed his avatar to dissolve into steam and reform within the cabin.
"All aboard the *Kaikachu Express*," he announced to empty wetlands, his voice carrying the practiced cadence of someone who'd rehearsed this charade in front of a mirror. The SYSTEM projected **[DECEPTION: SUCCESSFUL]** in glowing rail-signal red.
"I might as well test my new top speed," Johnathan mused, steam curling from his elongated conductor avatar ears as his locomotive body's pistons groaned in agreement. The SYSTEM projected **[SPEED TRIAL: INITIATED]** in molten rail-signal letters, dissolving into the marsh fog as his newly hybridized wheels screeched against spectral tracks. Frogspawn scattered like panicked commuters as he hit 100 mph—his boiler plates vibrating with a demonic hum that rearranged nearby pebbles into crude kanji reading *"Late, But Fashionably So."*
"Where to next?" He asked himself. Although now that he thought about it, he had a whole other body to ask now—something he realized was ridiculous as soon as his locomotive mind posed the question to his avatar's slightly pointed ears. His dark elf hybrid form lounged dramatically across the tender, a conductor's cap resting at a jaunty angle, tusks gleaming as he chewed experimentally on a piece of Track Gorger jerky. It tasted like rust and bad decisions.
"A noble sacrifice," he muttered, tossing the jerky into the furnace—which belched a sulfurous cloud in protest. The SYSTEM cheerfully displayed **[DEMONIC CUISINE REJECTED: +5 STYLE POINTS]** as Johnathan's avatar flicked a speck of grease off his conductor's cuff.
Behind him, the marsh had rearranged itself into an impromptu railway station platform—complete with frogspawn waving handkerchiefs like distressed Victorian widows—as Johnathan's hybridized wheels screeched onto fresh spectral rails. His SYSTEM projected into blue embers that spelled out *"Next Stop: Unforeseen Consequences."*
Inside the cab, his conductor avatar somehow knew how to drive his locomotive self—which was both entirely logical and completely absurd. With a theatrical spin of brass knobs and unnecessary steam venting, Johnathan leaned out the cab window, his elongated Dark Elf ears twitching at the marsh's last sulfurous whimpers. "Next stop: *Somewhere That Isn't This Bog*," he announced to no one, slamming the throttle forward with a flourish.
The wheels screeched, spectral tracks unfurling like a red carpet for the damned, and the Kaikachu Express barreled through the mist-shrouded borderlands—its demonic embellishments glowing faintly, like a drunkard's fever dream of a luxury locomotive. Johnathan's conductor avatar lounged in the cab, feet propped on the console, tossing Track Gorger jerky into the furnace just to watch it belch blue flames.
The SYSTEM, ever-helpful, flashed **[SPEED: 100 MPH, DEMONIC SYNCHRONIZATION: STABLE]** before dissolving into steam-pixel confetti.