BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



As Erik exited the lab, Samuel discovered himself standing alone in the very core of the monster's lair.

The sheer magnitude of his mission burdened him deeply. This was the village's last chance to find a new home. He had a mission to rid the ancient city of the terrifying monster's grip. Taking a calming breath, he refocused on the enormous creature before him.

The Thaid growled, its massive, wounded form creating eerie, monstrous shadows that flickered in the dim torchlight Erik and the others had abandoned. The beast, wounded but undeterred, stared at Samuel with fiery yellow eyes, ready to strike.

The creature's skin, a deep shade of purple, was marked by fresh wounds that oozed purple blood. As it slithered, the skin appeared to contort and swell disturbingly while its sharp teeth sparkled with an eerie glow.

Samuel's entire being throbbed with pain, burdened by the weight of his stone armor, which grew heavier by the second due to his waning strength.

His fists, encased in mana-stone, felt heavy and slow from the countless strikes he had delivered. He struggled to catch his breath, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

The weight of the relentless battle pressed upon him, his strength waning as his energy dwindled. Yet he could not yield, for the village's safety rested on his shoulders. Failure was not an alternative.

Samuel's eyes darted toward the Thaid, his mind racing as he prepared for the imminent attack. The monster, exhausted from the clash, also displayed visible signs of fatigue. Samuel had to admit that, without Erik's contribution, he would have never been able to fight against this thing. The young man's damage was negligible, but the time he made Samuel earn and the opportunities he produced were invaluable.

The injury on the creature's head seemed to worsen, with thick, dark purplish blood slowly trickling down its horrifying face. However, the creature remained far from defeated, and its anger only grew stronger.

The laboratory surrounding them resembled a battlefield, marked by the remnants of their fierce confrontation. Glass shards, remnants of the ancient Thaid specimens, crunched underfoot.

The walls and floor gleamed with battle scars, etched and marred in countless spots. The room was heavy with the smell of blood and intense hostility—a suffocating fog that hung in the air.

The Thaid pounced on Samuel, its sharp claws slicing through the air with deadly purpose. Unyielding in his armor of stone, the man bravely faced the oncoming assault.

The beast's attack hit him hard, but he stood firm, protected by the mana-stone armor that absorbed most of the impact.

The creature's sharp claws scraped and clawed against the tough stone, creating sparks of energy that danced in the darkness.

Each blow reverberated with an earth-shattering sound as if the clash between the beast's might and Samuel's unwavering defenses could reshape the very fabric of reality.

But Samuel was no ordinary farmer. He was a fierce warrior, skilled in harnessing his weight and momentum to gain the upper hand. As the Thaid closed in, he fought back fiercely, landing powerful strikes.

With fists as big and weighty as sledgehammers, he punched the Thaid's monstrous figure. He focused his aim on the creature's wounds; each punch meant to inflict maximum harm.

Samuel gave a low grunt as he unleashed a powerful punch, his fist connecting with the Thaid's stomach. The force of the impact sent a strong tremor up his arm. The creature staggered back, its horrifying mouth stretching open in a howl of agony.

Samuel swiftly struck its head with a sharp punch as it stumbled, targeting the bleeding injury. His knuckles, encased in stone, collided with the squishy resistance of wounded flesh and bone. The punch was so powerful that it made the Thaid lose its balance.

Samuel gritted his teeth, determined to push through the throbbing pain in his fists. With lightning reflexes, he dodged a fierce swipe of the stumbling creature's claw and swiftly struck back, delivering a powerful punch to its jaw.

The sound of impact reverberated throughout the room. As the Thaid regained equilibrium, Samuel unleashed a flurry of punches on its midsection, each strike echoing with a powerful impact.

However, with each powerful blow he delivered, the Thaid responded with an equal display of strength and aggression.

The creature's claws scraped against his armor, each strike a chilling reminder of the deadly force he faced. Samuel's stone armor stood firm, yet he sensed the mounting pressure, the unyielding attack gradually eroding his defense.

The human-like Thaid unleashed strikes that echoed like thunder, slamming into Samuel's sturdy armor with incredible strength.

The monster's sharp claws glided over the surface, carving deep marks on the armor and quickly wearing down the stone.

The broken armor pieces tumbled down, making a loud noise as they hit the floor in the lab. It was like watching a statue being methodically destroyed under the relentless pressure of a kid with a hammer, but in this case, the kid was the savage human-like Thaid.

But Samuel pressed on, undeterred by the constant loss of his protective shell. His face grew stern, reflecting his armor's unyielding nature and character as he tapped into his well of mana.

In a blink, the energy obeyed, transforming the air into a protective armor of solid stone. The new creation grew firmer, tighter, and perfectly conformed to his body, filling whatever the monster destroyed. However, the older man's mana dwindled. Samuel had to tap into a considerable amount to bridge the gap in strength, resilience, and swiftness that separated the monster and him.

But the Thaid was relentless. Samuel found himself under a relentless assault as the enemy's attacks relentlessly pummeled his recently forged armor with overwhelming strength.

The stone struggled, creaking and cracking as it tried to hold its ground against the relentless force.

Whenever Samuel summoned his mana, the stone would reform, enveloping him in its protective embrace as he prepared to face the Thaid's brutal onslaught with unwavering resolve. It was a never-ending dance of making and breaking.

And thus, he battled, his fists soaring through the air in a storm of unyielding blows, his stone armor shielding him from the lethal assault.

It was a brutal ballet of violence and survival, a testament to the desperate struggle between man and beast.