The streets were quiet. Chris moved through them without hurry, stepping around discarded papers and puddles reflecting the gray sky. Neon signs flickered in uneven patterns, but he ignored them, focused on the destination ahead: a small bookstore tucked between collapsing buildings.
Inside, dust coated the shelves. Old tomes leaned dangerously, as if ready to fall at the slightest touch. Chris's eyes scanned quickly until they landed on one: Void Mecha vs Evil Gods.
He carefully pulled it from the shelf and carried it to a chair near the back, sitting down. The katana rested against the wall beside him, still warm from earlier work.
Chris opened the book. Pages whispered history. Names erased, scratched out, rewritten. Tales of gods ending. Machines that moved without thought, without speech, erasing evil. Some accounts contradicted each other. Some left entire events blank.
He read slowly, absorbing every word.
Behind him, movement.
Chris turned sharply, chair scraping. "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
A girl with pink hair froze a few steps away. Her eyes were wide, hands trembling slightly. "A… sorry," she stammered. "I… I don't even know. I… I want… to be with you… oh my god… is this… is this a Mecha Void?"
Chris's eyes narrowed. He didn't move the book. He didn't move the katana. The weight of the words pressed around them.
The girl's gaze flicked to the pages, then back at him, awe and fear mixing in equal parts.
Chris exhaled slowly. "Sit. If you're going to be here, at least don't make a sound."
She nodded quickly, sitting on the floor a few feet away, careful not to touch the book.
Chris returned to the pages, realizing more with each line: a machine that had destroyed gods, a weapon beyond comprehension, a force that erased without mercy.
Maya watched silently, heart racing, unsure whether to speak or stay invisible.
The library smelled of dust, paper, and faint metal. Outside, the city continued, oblivious.
Inside, only the book, Chris, and Maya remained.
Chris turned the pages faster, eyes wide, absorbing the story.
The book whispered of the Void Mecha, born as Fanzin Machina, rebuilt and reforged, its right arm fixed after some long-forgotten battle. It rose into the emptiness of space, cold and silent, a machine with one purpose: to destroy gods that had no right to exist.
Azathoth awaited. A storm of chaos and flesh, a mass of squids and spiders, walls of writhing flesh that twisted reality itself. The Void Mecha did not hesitate. Its two swords gleamed, cutting through body and inner walls alike, slashing through the impossible maze of Azathoth's form.
The creatures attacked. Squids lashed, spiders clawed, endless limbs tore through the void. But the machine moved with precision, using magician explosions and shields that deflected every assault.
And then it found the God of Sword.
A blade that destroyed evil gods. It had waited in silence for the machine that could wield it.
Void Mecha grasped the sword. It cut through Azathoth's heart, through the walls of chaos, through the core of existence itself.
Azathoth screamed, not in sound but in the fabric of reality, as its heart was cleaved. The endless squids and spiders fell silent. The storm of chaos collapsed inward.
Azathoth was finally dead.
Chris closed the book, breathing heavily.
Maya stared at him, eyes wide, whispering in awe, "Is… is this… real?"
"Yes. It's real, But the Void Mecha is no longer on Earth. We have… Dead End. Nice meeting you. My name is Chris. What's your name?"
Maya blinked, her pink hair catching the light from the flickering library lamps. She swallowed nervously, still staring at the book in awe.
"Eh… my name is Maya," she said, voice shaking slightly. "This… this is real? There is… Dead End?"
Chris nodded once, slowly, as if confirming a truth that could not be avoided.
Maya's eyes widened further. "So… all of this… the Void Mecha, Azathoth… it's really happened?"
Chris's gaze returned to the book, tracing the spine with his finger. "Yes. It happened. But it's over now. At least for this world."
Maya remained seated on the floor, hands gripping her knees, still trembling from the weight of what she had just realized.
Chris finally stood, slinging the katana over his shoulder. "We can't stay here forever. But now you know. The world isn't safe. And neither am I. Follow me, if you want to survive."
Maya nodded, still pale, still awed. "I… I will."
For a moment, silence filled the library. Only the hum of the old lights and the whisper of turning pages marked their presence.
The story of the Void Mecha had ended in the book, but for Chris and Maya, it was only the beginning.