A giant stood shoulder to shoulder with the golemite.
Whelp-Class Giant — the next growth spurt of a runt.
With a roar it introduced itself.
“Ragta ngalanap nong apul rakut!”
(I am Ragta from the earth tribe!)
It saw the titan as a worthy foe and gave its name.
Cain had a premonition.
‘This isn’t looking good for the golemite. Time for plan B.’
His plan? Simple. Cain took out a toy from his bag.
A wind-up toy to be precise. He was a kid after all.
It was a miniature replica of the newest fortress class. One in a hundred thousand of its size.
Cain created the toy himself in his spare time.
‘Cain, if you get rich while I’m still alive, let me drive one of these bad boys.’
“Grandpa just you wait, I’ll be so rich I’ll buy you ten of these.”
The palm-sized machine emerged from his cover.
Tiny gun barrels sat atop its arms.
Twin swords. A claw like feet for footing.
It marched toward the two towering figures —
then opened fire at the giant’s foot.
Nearly a thousand rounds per minute.
Each bullet was fast and real.
Made out of titanium alloy, it was supposed to last.
In three seconds, it overheated and went still.
‘That’s all my toy fortress had.’
His thoughts held disappointment, but his smile showed a toothy grin.
Being curious creatures, the magical beasts watched — amused, curious.
As they watched they didn’t forget…
They didn’t forget to run!
As fast as they could.
Giant and titan turned to each other.
Ragta — eyes wide with fear.
The golemite’s arms began to shift, barrels spinning into place.
The golemite mind only ran two things.
Effective. Destroy things from a distance.
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Ratatatatat!
The titan didn’t waste time peppering the giant.
Each bullet punched into its tough hide, tearing through flesh and muscle.
Tiny holes bloomed across its body — to close seconds later, sealing with wet, twitching tissue.
Ragta never relied on its innate regeneration, he knew it consumes large amounts of stamina.
He wasn’t like the titan who is like a perpetual motion machine.
“Alup panginun Odin lalan sakalam!”
(Earthfather Odin bless me with divine strength!)
As he uttered the prayer, the soil below converged into his feet up to the top of his head.
From soil, rocks formed then into crystals.
The golemite tried to mimic it —
Crackle!
Ragta’s whip scourge reached the golemite in an instant.
Latching to its sensing crystal with a pull it shattered.
Another whip four hooks lodged into the barrel of the gun —
Bang! Bang!
“Roar!”
Cain aimed for Ragta’s eyes and fired. The bullets struck clean — eye sockets hollowed, vision gone.
The giant reeled, blinded for a moment, but Cain knew it wouldn’t last.
Magic alone couldn’t stop what would heal in seconds.
‘Now golemite! Give this skilled bastard a beating!’
While sprinting he cheered the golemite in his heart.
He sprinted for the farthest cover he’d set up, knowing he couldn’t match the two at all.
Seeing the predicament of their friend, Midi and Dilim covered for him while his eyes healed.
They hurled rocks from a distance — knowing they’d be torn to shreds if they got close.
Panting heavily Cain checked out his timer.
[00:06:41]
‘Aw man! I should have checked the time!’
Cain gritted his teeth he knew this time wouldn’t cut it at all.
He unwillingly took a potion on his inventory and ate four ration gel and drank caffeinated water.
‘You know what I expect, golemite. Big money in, big haul out. Don’t disappoint me.’
“Let’s reset the clock and initiate Plan C.”
[00:25:57]
A single click triggered smoke bombs, clouding sight and dulling scent across the field.
‘This onion bomb v1.36 better work.’
Cain had built countless gadgets in his spare time.
These, though — he made out of spite. Hoping one day they’d make the old man cry.
“Let me see if your regeneration could chew on this.”
The golemite unleashed hell — slashing with one pair arm, firing from another.
The golemite’s blade carved grooves into the giant’s crystal armor, while bullets pelted nonstop to its helmet.
Then came the kick infused with fire and ice.
A crushing blow slammed into the giant’s chest, crystal cracking like glass under pressure.
Shards burst outward as the giant reeled, its ribs sank, and breath stolen.
‘Is it dead?’
Both Cain and the golemite had this on their minds, however the golemite retreated a few paces.
New arms sprouted, followed by four legs — shaped like the large wolf it had seen earlier.
Cain almost faltered when he saw it morph again.
He checked the tablet and breathed a sigh of relief.
His assurance was still there.
Observing the golemite from afar, Cain practiced the same magical.
‘Over 27 times more acceleration! This is insane.’
Cain tried out the Mind Acceleration spell he was working on once more.
“This might count as training if I were in a better off situation.’
The titan did not stop, it could sense the giant was still alive
Ragta stood up and covered his face. His eyes and nose both watery.
With a roar, he swung his whip in the air, dense amount of prana flowed through him.
The weapon grew larger, hooks enlarged into scythes and what used to be tendons transformed into chain.
The golemite barely dodged the hooks as four of them latched into four arms and tore it like paper.
Ragta rose, staggering. He rubbed his face uncontrollably, but his eyes and nose kept leaking — rage, chemical irritation.
With a guttural roar, he snapped his whip into the air.
Dense amount of prana flowed through his weapon, Ragta was becoming thinner by the second.
The weapon absorbed his energy and transformed, once hooks twisted into scythe-like blades.
What once looked like tendon stretched into chain — taut, humming with energy.
The golemite moved — but not fast enough.
Four hooks lashed out.
Each found a limb.
Each tore it clean.
Stone arms shredded like paper.
‘Good thing the rest of the five hooks didn’t land! This guy is too strong!’
[00:22:41]
Cain’s finger hovered over the remote control.
In his surveillance systems Ragta readied another strike — one more, and the golemite was done.
“Should I initiate Plan D?”
