Novel & Cerita Legendary Mechanic

The Mech stumbled, its leg locking up. Jack didn't stop. He rolled forward, ignoring the agony in his hip, and grabbed the Mech's ankle with his Entropy Hand. He poured everything he had into it. Every ounce of pain, every drop of rage. Decay. The metal of the Mech's leg didn't just rust; it aged. The alloy became brittle, the molecular bonds snapping. The Mech took a step, and its leg shattered into dust. The massive machine toppled over, crashing face-first into the floor. The pilot screamed as the cockpit crumpled.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

I said. "It'll take time to learn control, but I see what will be. You will master it." Thea's voice chimed almost like a bell. "Enough stalling, let's see this power of yours," Nathan snapped. I stood again, letting my father steady me when I swayed a little on my feet. I was a Necromancer. I was a Summoner. I could do this and I would.

After all, enough of his lie was true that it would not be found out. The sound of a car turning up his gravel driveway did not put Elias at ease. The butler opened the front door with a deep bow as the master of the house sat in the drawing-room, drinking a cup of black tea mixed with enough laudanum to knock out an elephant. “Elias, my old friend!” a booming voice called from the doorway.

His mechanical eye pulsed with a rhythmic, crimson light, tracking our movements with a terrifying, stuttering precision. ​"He stopped being a boy the moment Malakai laid his hands on you in France, Leona," Julian smirked, a twisted, jagged movement of his ruined mouth. "He is the culmination of twenty years of research. He is the 'God' the Architects promised us. Do you think I care about family dinners and bloodlines? Look at me! They took my humanity and gave me a seat at the table of the gods. I’m doing the same for the Legacy."

He skidded across the wet metal, sparks flying from his tactical coat. ​"The Legacy Drive," Thorne said, stepping forward. His gold-trimmed armor shimmering in the green-tinted darkness. "It’s a beautiful piece of engineering. My father designed it to be fail-safe. But in your hands, it’s just a toy. You don't have the neural capacity to handle the full output, Leo. It’s eating you alive."

Ren yelled, grabbing him. Ren turned and looked at the courtyard. Against the far wall, a gang mechanic was desperately trying to start a "Rat-Rod"—a scavenged vehicle built from a dune buggy chassis, massive off-road tires, and a raw, exposed V8 combustion engine. Ren didn't ask permission. He sprinted toward the vehicle. He drew the scavenged pistol from his waistband and aimed it at the mechanic. "Out of the seat," Ren ordered, his eyes dead and cold.

People came forward to congratulate me, to shake my hand. Marcus, one of the senior mechanics from Lucian's garage, grinned at me. "About time you got your own place, boss. We've been waiting for this." He muttered. We have always gotten along with him.. Unlike other mechanics who once thought Lucian hired me at his garage because I was his whore, he believed in me and my skills. "You're going to work here?" I asked, shocked then turned to look at Lucian who gave me an indulging smile. "Hell yeah," he said. "Best mechanics in the city, working for the best boss. It's a no-brainer."

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him with a suspicious frown, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “Do you perhaps think the mechanic that worked your car and those bastards are working together?” He asked, wearing a malicious look. “Send me the mechanic’s details. I think it’s time I paid him a little visit.’ I looked away and sighed, worry plastering on my face. “I don’t think. Diesel isn’t that type of person.”

Elena's POV Dante Romano's gaze faltered slightly as he looked at the die on my desk. He recognized it immediately, having personally ordered its creation years ago. He had placed a weighted core in it, meticulously engineered to ensure that regardless of how it was thrown, it would always land on the exact same side—one. He raised his hand to rub his temples, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Please quit playing around, Elena. You ought to know how troublesome this case is. If the Romano Famiglia loses its business in Vallenzia, the entire Famiglia's foundation will be shaken.