I sat on the uncomfortable chair within the god sanctum, called here like the other eleven gods by the hermit god Vardin. The seat, fashioned from some pretentious marble and gold combination, felt too small for my frame. Just like this meeting felt too small for my tem...
2025-06-03 17:36:27 +0000 UTC View PostI remembered everything.
The flood of memories crashed through me like a tidal wave, sweeping away the fragile identity I'd constructed since awakening in the Hellzone. I wasn't just Widow, or No Eyes. I wasn't merely a broken monster who'd stumble...
2025-06-02 20:51:02 +0000 UTC View PostI watched sunlight filter through the high windows of the Academy's east wing, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. My mechanical fingers traced patterns on the worn oak desk; an old habit I'd developed when processing complex thoughts.
More than a mo...
2025-06-01 21:19:15 +0000 UTC View PostI stood upon the grand balcony of our sanctuary, gazing out at the realm we now commanded. Two thousand years had passed since we claimed the Primordials' power, yet only now did the land show signs of recovery. Mastering our Mantles had consumed twenty centuries… twenty ...
2025-05-31 21:33:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe stands began emptying, spectators filing out in stunned silence as attendants entered the arena to clean up what remained of Professor Shawe. Blood soaked into the sand as they worked, creating dark patterns across the battlefield.
I retracted my t...
2025-05-31 00:34:44 +0000 UTC View PostDawn broke over the Academy spires as I completed my final preparations. The duel with Shawe approached, and every detail mattered. I selected a length of pristine white cloth and crimson silk from my supplies, carefully fashioning them into flowing robes tha...
2025-05-29 21:42:03 +0000 UTC View PostAs we emerged from the Hellzone's oppressive darkness into the Academy's familiar corridors, three familiar figures rushed toward us. Copelan, Patter, and Eyarna had been waiting at the entrance, their faces etched with worry that instantly melted into reli...
2025-05-28 22:12:29 +0000 UTC View Post"Widow!" Annes' voice echoed through the tunnel. "Where are you?"
I lifted my head from Langdon's body to see my companions racing toward me, accompanied by six strangers. Their gear showed the wear of seasoned adventurers: scuffed leather, patched...
2025-05-27 20:09:00 +0000 UTC View PostI stared at Langdon's battered form, taking in the dried blood spattering his armor and the deep gouges carved into the metal plates. His clothing hung in tatters beneath, speaking of countless battles fought to reach us. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, and hi...
2025-05-26 22:35:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe memory surfaced as I stared at those dozens of gleaming eyes; nights spent poring over ancient tomes in the Academy library, searching for information about the creatures that stalked these depths. Dragons weren't a singular species, but rather a cla...
2025-05-25 21:46:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe Metallic Mantis's screech reverberated through the tunnel, its iron body thrashing against my tendrils' grip. Annes darted in, her auric steel blade finding gaps between the creature's armored plates. Sparks flew as metal met metal.
"Keep i...
2025-05-24 20:42:24 +0000 UTC View PostI tracked the Lurking Horror through Three's sensors as it slithered overhead. My auric steel tendrils coiled silently around my companions, ready to yank them away at the first sign of danger.
Genta's light winked out, plunging us into absolute darkn...
2025-05-23 20:59:58 +0000 UTC View PostI studied the crowd gathered before the Academy Hellzone's gates. Four Academy teams lounged against pillars or sat on benches, their postures relaxed, faces betraying boredom at this "school exercise." In stark contrast, the two Institute teams huddled near ...
2025-05-22 23:01:28 +0000 UTC View PostI beheld the demesne of the Primordial of Machinery with both awe and trepidation. It floated several hundred feet over a vast, deep chasm, a palace of gears and pipes and endless mechanical minutiae cobbled together into a messy garble of an industrial nightma...
2025-05-21 19:54:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe sounds of celebration filled room 401. Copelan and Patter had transformed the usually spartan space into a makeshift banquet hall, desk surfaces crowded with purloined delicacies from the Academy kitchens.
"Best part about being a noble?" Cop...
2025-05-20 23:24:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe crowd's excited murmuring fades as Reins called for the remaining captains to come forward. Twelve of us approached the battered metal pot, its dents and scratches telling stories of countless tournament draws.
I reached in, metallic fingers brush...
2025-05-19 22:54:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Just some AI art of Widow wearing the War Academy uniform.
2025-05-19 02:01:44 +0000 UTC View PostI scanned the packed arena, spotting Patter and Copelan in the front row. Their enthusiastic cheers for "Gutter House" rang out above the general roar, drawing dirty looks from nearby nobles. The sight warmed something in my mechanical chest.
Twenty-fo...
2025-05-18 22:42:07 +0000 UTC View PostThe three weeks pass quickly, each day vanishing like mist. We spent our evenings in combat against the vicious beasts that prowled the Hellzone, honing our abilities and testing our limits, while during the day we were devoted to lectures and studies....
2025-05-17 19:25:59 +0000 UTC View PostRoom 401 buzzed with excited discussion as we gathered around the battered study table. Papers covered in Copelan's neat handwriting lay scattered across its surface, with training schedules, combat formations, and tactical analyses all written upon the pag...
2025-05-16 22:21:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe Scorn Spider's legs thrashed against my auric steel tendrils, its massive body writhing as I pinned it to the cavern floor. Behind me, I heard Langdon shouting for everyone to fall back, but I knew this fight was already won.
Stay clear, 2025-05-15 20:07:39 +0000 UTC View Post
I shifted in my seat as Professor Howlett's voice filled the lecture hall. My mechanical joints creaked softly beneath my uniform, a constant reminder of my less than human nature as the diminutive professor extolled humanity's divine right to rule.
"The...
2025-05-14 19:27:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe tunnel's magical torches cast dancing shadows as we descended past the first two levels. These areas remained empty as the Academy's diligent maintenance crews cleared out any monster nests that formed here.
Stay alert, I transmitted th...
2025-05-13 23:23:30 +0000 UTC View PostTwo hours later, my friends returned from their expedition to find me waiting in my combat chassis. Their eyes immediately fixed on the obvious alteration; where two mechanical arms had once been on my back, a single serpentine tendril composed of auric steel...
2025-05-12 21:22:17 +0000 UTC View PostLangdon stood in the training yard's center, his practice sword catching the morning light. For once, his hair was combed and his uniform bore no visible stains. The change in his appearance matched the sharp focus in his eyes.
"Gather round," he calle...
2025-05-11 19:51:49 +0000 UTC View PostCelebrate, for I have done it! Now, the tier Revolver Girl truly is 20 chapters ahead of Royal Road. I have added five extra chapters today to the Revolver Girl tier, so that makes ten extra chapters up from the Tactical Critter tier.
Speaking of which, for some reason Patreon isn't notifyi...
2025-05-11 00:38:37 +0000 UTC View PostI sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of our basement hideout, surrounded by scattered mechanical parts and half-finished projects. The midnight hour had long passed, and the familiar sounds of my friends' footsteps had faded as they ventured into the Hellz...
2025-05-11 00:35:46 +0000 UTC View PostThat night, I entered my dorm room. I barely spent time here anymore and only came during the night to pretend to sleep before heading down to the secret basement storeroom to either enter the Academy Hellzone or create more machinery.
The room remain...
2025-05-11 00:34:08 +0000 UTC View PostIt took a while to calm him down. Langdon kept apologizing, his hands shaking as he alternated between reaching for my severed appendage and pulling back as if afraid to cause more damage.
"I'm truly sorry," he repeated for the fifth time. "I haven't...
2025-05-11 00:32:13 +0000 UTC View Post