Chapter 132: Cyborg

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Cyborg

Lord Ashworth was confused.

His flames flickered. His eyes narrowed. His face twisted with rage and bewilderment.

"Apologies?" he spat. "You want me to apologize? To you? To them?"

Daniel didn’t answer.

"I am Lord Ashworth! I am the owner of this city! I am an A-rank fire talent user! I have been training for decades! I have been fighting for decades! I have been killing for decades!"

Daniel didn’t answer.

"You are nothing! You are street rats! You are nobodies! You are—"

Daniel turned away from him.

He looked at his team. At Lyra. At Fluffy. At Cheeky. At Mittens. At Paul. At Brick Head.

"Alright," he said. "Here’s the plan."

Lord Ashworth blinked. "What? Are you ignoring me?"

Daniel ignored him.

"Cheeky," he said. "You’re our tank. You have the iron skin. You can take the hits. Keep him busy. Keep him distracted."

Cheeky nodded. Her iron skin gleamed. Her eyes were determined.

"Paul," Daniel said. "You’re our range. Use your wind. Keep your distance. Attack from the sides. Don’t let him focus on you."

Paul nodded. His wind swirled. His eyes were tired but determined.

"Lyra," Daniel said. "You’re our damage. Use your guns. Aim for his weak points. His eyes. His throat. His joints."

Lyra nodded. Her guns were drawn. Her eyes were sharp.

"Fluffy," Daniel said. "You’re our shadow. Use your stealth. Attack from behind. Keep him guessing."

Fluffy nodded. Her daggers were drawn. Her eyes were fierce.

"Mittens," Daniel said.

Mittens flinched. She was scared. She was trembling.

"You stay back," Daniel said. "You’re not trained. You’re not ready. Stay behind us. Stay safe."

Mittens nodded. She was relieved. She was grateful.

"Brick Head," Daniel said.

Brick Head puffed out his chest. "Yes?"

"Try not to die."

Brick Head blinked. "That’s it?"

"That’s it."

"Okay!"

Daniel turned back to Lord Ashworth. The man was still ranting. His flames were still burning. His face was still red.

"You know," Daniel said, "I’ve always wanted to try something."

Lord Ashworth stopped. He looked at Daniel. His eyes were confused.

"What?" he demanded.

Daniel smiled. A cold, dangerous smile.

He switched classes.

[Class Change: Gunslinger]

He entered stage three.

His senses sharpened. His body strengthened. His mana surged. He felt the power flowing through him. He felt the knowledge flooding into his mind.

He knew what he could do. He knew what he was capable of. He knew what this class could become.

He was like a cyborg. Like a transformer. Like a machine.

He could turn any part of his body into a weapon. Any part. Any weapon. Anything.

He stretched out his hand. He focused. He transformed.

His hand became a bazooka.

It was large. It was metallic. It was deadly. It gleamed in the sunlight. It hummed with power.

Everyone stared. Their mouths were open. Their eyes were wide.

"What the—" Paul started.

Daniel fired.

The bazooka shell shot forward. It flew through the air. It headed straight for Lord Ashworth.

Lord Ashworth dodged. Barely. The shell passed by. It hit a building. The building exploded.

Daniel smiled. A wide, satisfied smile.

"Yeah!" he shouted. "That’s what I’m talking about!"

Everyone was still staring. Their mouths were still open. Their eyes were still wide.

Brick Head was the first to speak. "What... what was that?"

Daniel shrugged. "A bazooka."

"A what?"

"A bazooka. It’s a weapon. From my world."

"Your world?"

"Long story."

Cheeky was staring too. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open.

"What... what are you?" she whispered.

Daniel smiled. "I’m Daniel. I’m a Harem Overlord. And I’m full of surprises."

He looked at Lyra. At her shocked face. At her wide eyes.

"Lyra," he said. "You try it."

Lyra blinked. "What?"

"Try it. Transform your hand. Make it a weapon."

Lyra hesitated. She looked at her hand. At her gun. At Daniel.

"I... I don’t know how."

"You do. You have the same class. You have the same power. Just focus. Just imagine."

Lyra took a breath. She focused. She imagined.

Her hand transformed.

It became a cannon. A large, metallic cannon. It gleamed in the sunlight. It hummed with power.

Lyra stared at it. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide.

"I did it," she whispered.

"Good," Daniel said. "Now fire."

Lyra aimed at Lord Ashworth. She fired.

The cannon shell shot forward. It flew through the air. It hit Lord Ashworth. The impact was thunderous. He flew backward. He crashed into a building. The building crumbled.

Daniel smiled. "Good job."

Lyra was smiling. A wide, happy smile. She was proud. She was excited.

Daniel looked at her. His smile widened.

"Show off," he said.

Lyra blinked. "What?"

"You’re a show off. You hit him on your first try."

"You told me to fire!"

"I know. But you didn’t have to hit him."

Lyra laughed. She was still smiling.

"I’m just that good," she said.

Daniel laughed too. Then he looked at Lord Ashworth.

The man was standing up. His body was broken. His face was a mess. But he was laughing.

"You think that hurt me?" he shouted. "I’m a fire talent user! Fire can’t hurt me! Fire is my element! Fire is my power!"

Daniel tilted his head. "Fire can’t hurt you?"

"No! Fire can’t hurt me!"

"So if I use fire against you, it won’t work?"

"It won’t work!"

Daniel smiled. A cold, dangerous smile.

"Good to know."

He transformed his hand. It became a machine gun. A large, metallic machine gun. It gleamed in the sunlight. It hummed with power.

He fired.

The bullets shot forward. They flew through the air. They hit Lord Ashworth. They tore through his body. They put holes in his chest. His arms. His legs. His face.

Lord Ashworth screamed. He stumbled back. He fell. He clutched his wounds. Blood poured between his fingers.

"You... you..." he gasped.

Daniel stopped firing. He looked at the man. At his broken body. At his bleeding wounds.

"Fire can’t hurt you," Daniel said. "But bullets can."

Lord Ashworth stared at him. His eyes were wide. His face was pale.

"What... what are you?" he whispered.

Daniel smiled. A cold, dangerous smile.

"I’m Daniel Black," he said. "And I’m going to make you apologize."

Lord Ashworth screamed. His flames exploded. They burned brighter than before. Hotter than before. Deadlier than before.

His body was glowing. His eyes were burning. His aura was blazing.

He was entering stage four.

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: HI there reader’s ...I just want too first apologies,the next few Chapters are not written by me,I was sick and told my brother too help me write..this will be from this current Chapter too Chapter 150...this Chapter’s get repetitive...the reason is because he didn’t want too go far into the plot...my advice is you should skip to Chapter 150 you might miss somethings...like spicy getting bound and some other stuff]