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The Thirteenth-Generation Mecha Neither Cheng Rui nor I knew why. If things got worse, we would certainly do something about it. Until then, it seemed better not to press. Ever since the invasion began, every one of us had been under enormous pressure. Remaining sane at all was already something of a miracle. “Magic isn’t like energy because it can be created from nothing, and can create things from nothing,” the budding mage continued explaining as we passed through broken, empty streets…-
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Fighting Side by Side Again A metal bird-monster came crashing down from above, its enormous shadow swallowing the street. Before the creature itself fully appeared, the first thing to arrive was a terrifying rain of exploding metal feathers. The feathers slammed into the street like dozens of grenades, gouging small, hideous craters into the pavement. Countless fragments of metal sprayed outward, riddling everything in their path. Windows shattered with a cascade of glass. Cracks split across…
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A Low-Cost War of Attrition Gargoyles, the favored scouts of the Mavis army, possessed several unique advantages. These winged stone statues, given life through magic, were smaller even than children, and dark mason apprentices could summon them in great numbers. Their toughness and small size made them extremely difficult to destroy with projectiles, while their density allowed them to fly freely even under very poor natural weather conditions. The newest versions of the gargoyles had been…
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Violence Begets Magic Legion Commander Mott took a bite of thin bread spread with butter and honey, chewed the unpleasantly soft mouthful, and forced himself not to show his disgust. To fail to display appreciation for the produce of a new land risked inviting ill fortune upon an expedition. Yet the quality of these things was nearly unbearable. The bread had no substance, too much starch and far too little fiber. The butter was adulterated with crude, inferior oils. The so-called honey was less…
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A Conversation in the War Room A dozen ironbeaks plunged from the sky, their sharp mouths opening to spew roaring flame. Chen Jin and Zhou Xiaorui raised their new weapons. Deep crimson fire erupted from them in torrents as thick as a human torso, surging upward to meet the monstrous birds. Every stream struck a giant iron bird with perfect accuracy. In an instant, each was engulfed, as if swallowed whole by a sea of fire. Most of the enemy’s forces used flame in some form during…
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Reaching the Magic Tower I lay powerless in the street, a faint, exhausted smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. My abilities still did not let me create fire directly. I had not unlocked anything that convenient yet. What I could do was use Forcefield Creation with a little cleverness. In two cylindrical spaces of roughly one cubic yard each, I used Force Adjustment to dramatically increase the heat contained in the fluid medium. Then, with Persistent Force, I permanently attached those…
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The Pursuing Fire I threw everything I had into Forced Acceleration, and at the same instant reached for Chen Jin and Zhou Xiaorui. Time seemed to lose its footing. The world slowed to a crawl, sluggish as a snail dragging itself through glass. Body and mind, I strained myself to the limit, pushing Chen Jin, Zhou Xiaorui, and myself forward as fast as I could with Proximal Manipulation. Between Forced Acceleration and my nearly inhuman perception and agility, every moment stretched thin—slow,…
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Immobilizing Coins Boom! An emerald fireball exploded, blasting a crater through the street and down into the sewer. The shockwave was strong enough to hurt me too, though mostly my ears suffered from double tinnitus. Chen Jin and Zhou Xiaorui were flung away like rag dolls. Then smoke and fog gathered in the pit, condensing into two tall black shadows filled with dread. “You just had to say something unlucky, didn’t you?!” I shouted at Chen Jin before the Black Hands rushed us. The…
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Small Talk on the Battlefield As the power gained from so many kills poured into my body, I smiled smugly. Force Field Creation had not looked impressive at first. In practice, it was an extremely useful ability. A cubic yard of space where force could be applied seemed small… until you stretched it into a half-inch-wide cylinder. Even if Near-Object Manipulation could “only” push a few tons of force through it, that was like using a wrecking ball to hammer in a railroad…
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Ye Rin’s Squad Advances “Wait for Chen Jin to come back from scouting.” Zhou Xiaorui repeated the sentence for the third time, even reaching out to tug my wrist when I started to move around the corner. He was a tall man of thirty-five or thirty-six, with a serious face and an air of tightly controlled violence. Every movement carried a firm sense of duty. He was also rapidly becoming a headache. A black shadow flickered past, only half-glimpsed, and slipped around the corner quickly…
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