Heavy Metal

The strange monster's head spun a full half-turn, gears clanking, before snapping back into place with a sound like chains breaking. Its drill arm whirred to life, spitting sparks as it scraped across the ground. The other limb, a grotesque tangle of fused pickaxes, pushed against the stone floor while it began to heave itself free from the rubble.

"Well, so much for the stealthy approach."

Rusty muttered, tightening his grip on the mace. He wondered if it was the best weapon for the occasion or if something else might serve him better.

" ( •̀ _ •́) "

Gleam readied herself for battle. Her wings buzzed slightly, but she could not use them in the confines of this chamber. The ceiling was too low and the space for movement too cramped. Instead, she relied on an old tactic. She stepped back, choosing to lie in wait while Rusty made himself the bigger target. She knew her limits and understood that fighting a D-rank monster directly would be suicide.

"The core should be there!"

The black mass binding the construct pulsed faintly with violet light. His mana senses had already betrayed his presence, but they also allowed him to pinpoint a mana-rich area within the creature. The core was buried deep in its center, directly beneath the shifting gear-like face and inside the strange body that had now emerged.

"Is that… a mining cart?"

Asked Alexander as his light pulsed in Rusty's right eye socket. The monster had been partially buried in the ground but had now fully emerged. The Gearwork Miner's body was a grotesque fusion of scrap machinery and dungeon-grown metal. Its legs were the bent and fractured remains of a cart reinforced with thick black resin that pulsed faintly like veins. From the cracked basin of the cart, spiky wheels jutted out and spun slowly as the creature propelled itself forward.

Its other arm, the fusion of pickaxes, was used to help it move. It jabbed this arm into the hard ground with enough force to leave deep puncture holes, then used it as leverage to drag itself forward. The arm, shaped like a drill, whirred to life and was aimed directly at Rusty, clearly the monster's main weapon and a very dangerous one.

Even though the monster was making a lot of noise and its size was great, Rusty did not panic. Instead, he decided to face this monstrosity head-on, but not with his current body. He would use one of his other forms. He struck a pose and shouted for some reason.

"Ogre form, activate!"

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Alexander asked, unable to ignore Rusty's unusual behavior.

"I have seen some humanoids do this when playing. Isn't it cool?"

Rusty had spent some time moving through the city and observing the behavior patterns of the humanoids who lived there. Although his body resembled that of an adult, his mind was no more developed than a child's. He had learned much from his guides and knew how to fight, yet he was still very young.

"I see. Sometimes I forget that you are not even a year old. Just keep your eyes on that thing."

"I do not have eyes, though?"

"..."

Even though he was just a wisp of light, Arthur gave out quite a long sigh before speaking out again.

"Just concentrate."

"I will."

In an instant, his body expanded, growing larger and bulkier. There was not much physical change to the Ogre variant of his body, as the difference came from the enchanted mana flowing through it. However, his durability and weight had greatly increased. In his left hand, he held a massive tower shield, which he used to intercept the enormous drill that was hurtling toward him.

The drill rotated against his shield at an amazing speed, sending a high-pitched screech echoing through the chamber. Sparks burst where metal met metal, showering the ground with glowing embers. The vibration rattled through Rusty's entire frame, but the Ogre form's reinforced joints held firm.

The Gearwork Miner pushed harder, its spiked wheels grinding against the stone floor and leaving deep gouges in its wake. The black substance binding its body pulsed faster, like a heartbeat quickening in the midst of battle. Yet Rusty did not move even a millimeter. His feet were firmly planted in the ground, and even when cracks formed beneath them, he stood his ground and pushed back.

"Hah, if I were still an E rank, I would have been shoved aside. But now…"

If Rusty had a face, he would have been smiling. With the help of his massive frame and his weight-increasing skill, he absorbed the entire force of the attack without even flinching. In contrast, the monster in front of him was struggling. Its strange wheels dug deeper into the stone until they began to slow. The drill that served as its main weapon could not pierce his new enchanted steel. Every spark that flew was not from his armor but from the monster's own metal shaving away, while his defenses remained untouched.

With a sharp shove, Rusty slammed his shield into the drill, knocking it backward. At the same time, he swung the halberd he had brought forth. The blade bit deep into the monster's inner body, and a surge of magical energy activated the weapon's enchantment. Arcs of electricity burst outward and coursed into the metallic frame. Just as Rusty had anticipated, the creature's body was much like his own, made of metal and highly vulnerable to lightning magic.

The gears that the monster was made from began to click. They moved at an erratic pace, and the strange black substance covering them started to thin. Just as he had expected, the attack struck the monster's core directly. He knew well how devastating this magic could be when it hit a weak spot, and it seemed that this creature shared the same flaw as the one he had before.