Global PvP Tower: I Can Infinitely Merge My Units

Billy stood on two legs now instead of a wheel-frame, and each leg ended not in a foot but in a spinning ring of compressed starlight and dark matter with neon-gold patterns racing across the black surface of each wheel like veins carrying light instead of blood.

The plating covering him had gone deep enough to swallow the eye, a black so total it looked less like armor and more like a piece of open space had been given a shape to stand in, faint pinpricks of starlight scattered across it like the surface had never quite decided to stop being a sky.

Wings unfurled from his back a moment later, and they weren’t feathers or metal either, torn-looking fragments of pale light strung together like someone had ripped a piece out of a violet-black galaxy and stretched it into the shape of something that could fly.

The old scar across his face had deepened into a long seam splitting his head down the center, dark light leaking through the crack in a slow, steady pulse like a second heartbeat.

Around him, a dozen small shapes peeled off from his own frame and hung suspended in the air, miniature void-craft no bigger than a fist each, hulls catching light the exact same way the rest of him now did.

One of them drifted closer to Logan, tilting in a way that felt distinctly like curiosity rather than programmed behavior.

"Still me. Just... more of me now." The voice came out of all twelve at once, and it belonged to Duskross, layered thin across a dozen small hulls instead of one large one.

"So, Duskcross and Billy are two in one?" Solveig blinked twice.

Logan grinned as he looked at the status. "Dual Entity Framework. Interesting. As for that World Level Upgrade...so there is indeed a rank above Mythic, but it’s not available yet?"

[ Duskwoven Void Harbinger ]

Name: Billy & Duskross (Dual Entity Framework)

Rank: Mythic+ (Requires World Level upgrade)

Tier: 4

Level: 40

Form 1: Voidwheel

Base humanoid combat form. The twelve Void Motes are Duskross, still fully conscious and independent, free to scout, strike, or defend on his own initiative, feeding every bit of visual and sensory data he takes in straight back to Billy in real time as he receives it himself.

Form 2: Duskfall Leviathan

Trigger: Form Switch. The twelve Void Motes fuse into the hull, and the body reshapes entirely into a starship-scale vessel built for direct ship-to-ship combat.

-- Stats --

HP: 94,000 / 94,000

MP: 94,000 / 94,000

Attack: 1,120

Speed: 1,120

Constitution: 940

Arcane: 940

[ Talents ]

> Twelve-Fold Vigil - Duskross splits his own consciousness into the twelve Void Motes, each one independently aware and capable. They recombine into the main body at will for a temporary surge in power.

> Starwoven Wheels - Travels across any surface, including open space, at speeds no normal engine can match. Leaves a trail of dark light behind that lingers, slowing or damaging anything that passes through it.

> Fractured Wings - Sheds wing fragments as independent blades that circle wide and strike from an unexpected angle before returning to reform.

> Void Embodiment - Briefly turns intangible to physical harm, used to phase through solid matter or slip past an otherwise unavoidable attack.

[ Active Skills ]

> Voidfall Cannon (Mythic+) - Fires a concentrated beam of collapsed starlight fused with raw void energy, capable of tearing through shields and energy barriers entirely on impact rather than merely damaging them.

> Unbound Drift (Mythic+) - A piercing charge that ignores terrain, gravity, and any obstacle in its path, striking clean through anything standing between the user and the target.

> Cataclysmic Wheels (Mythic+) - Both wheels spin up to catastrophic velocity and release a wide shockwave of void energy outward, shattering everything caught in the immediate area.

> Wing Reaping Arc (Mythic+) - Both wings sweep out in a wide arc, shedding a storm of blade fragments in every direction at once.

> Kinetic Doom Drive (Mythic+) - Charges forward at extreme velocity, gathering energy into a single compact point while bodily turning intangible. Unleashes a disastrous amount of power at the impact point, punching through anything, including space.

[ Passive Skills ]

> Void Afterimage (Mythic)

> Gravitic Tether (Mythic+) - Generates a localized gravity field along the rim of each wheel, slowing or pulling in anything caught within range.

> Omni-Energy Regeneration (Mythic+) - Slowly regenerates HP by drawing in ambient energy from any nearby source, stellar radiation, or in any energy-rich environments.

> Voidveiled Frame (Mythic+) - Reduces detection range against enemy scanners by a significant margin. While not actively using any skill, can enter full stealth at will.

"Ye fool got an upgrade." Billy grinned, testing the new wings by flaring them once. "Feels incredible."

Logan looked over the whole thing, twelve small lights still drifting slowly around his newest, strangest creation yet, and let out a low whistle.

"Let’s continue with this spirit, and give Solveig a new form as well." Logan grinned. Without further ado, he summoned 50 times, spending 5000 Tower Points.

Fifty cards rolled out of the circle in one wave, a mix of ranks scattered across the deck: sixteen Normal, seventeen Uncommon, sixteen Rare, and a single Epic sitting among them. Logan sorted through them without wasting any time.

[ 16x Normal merged into 8x Uncommon ]

[ 25x Uncommon merged into 12x Rare, 1x Uncommon remaining ]

[ 28x Rare merged into 14x Epic ]

[ 15x Epic merged into 7x Legendary, 1x Epic remaining ]

[ 7x Legendary merged into 3x Mythic, 1x Legendary remaining ]

Three Mythic-rank shapes settled onto the deck this time, and Logan liked one of them enough to immediately pair it with Solveig.

Heavy plating in a deep, saturated crimson covered the whole hull, thick enough in places that it looked less like armor and more like solid muscle given metal form. Jagged spurs jutted from the shoulders and spine, and a low, constant heat radiated off the whole frame like it had been running hot since the moment it was born.

[ Bloodforge Wrath Metatron ]

Rank: Mythic

Tier: 4

"Sol, you’re up."

Solveig stepped forward without hesitation, already understanding exactly what came next.

[ Merge Initiating. Max Potential igniting for Mythic x Mythic merge. ]

Light gathered and folded the same way it had for Billy, Solveig’s own radiant form and the crimson war machine both dissolving into a single point before anything reformed.

When it let go, Solveig stood taller than before, his usual white-gold armor now shot through with deep veins of crimson pulsing in time with his own heartbeat. The plating had thickened considerably across his shoulders and chest, jagged spurs echoing the same aggressive lines the Wrath Engine had carried, and his greatsword had grown heavier in his grip, the edge glowing a dull red-gold where light and heat met.

[Vorpal Lord Metverax]

Name: Solveig

Rank: Mythic+ (Requires World Level upgrade)

Tier: 4

Level: 40

-- Stats --

HP: 94,000 / 94,000

MP: 94,000 / 94,000

Attack: 1,120

Speed: 1,120

Constitution: 940

Arcane: 940

[ Talents ]

> Crimson Dawn - His light now carries a burning edge. The lower his own HP falls, the more devastating his strikes become.

> Bloodtron Clones - Spawns clones inheriting full stats and skills, but seals max HP by 5% per clone summoned.

> Astralwind Fury - Astralwind Manipulation now carries added raw force behind it, amplifying further the more punishment he’s already taken.

> Sovereign’s Wrath - His command aura now also grants an Attack boost that scales with how much HP each affected ally is missing.

[ Active Skills ]

> Bloodbreak Zenith (Mythic+) - A devastating upward strike that heals him for a portion of the damage dealt; the lower his own HP, the greater the heal. This attack also bans all healing on the target, and if they have any buffs, they are stripped.

> Aegis Eternal (Mythic+) - Erects a barrier that blocks incoming damage and converts a portion of it into stored power, released back out on his next strike.

> Bloodfall Destruction (Mythic+) - Calls down a devastating column of crimson light, dealing greater damage the more allies are fighting at his side.

> Wrathful Judgment (Mythic+) - A single execution strike dealing massively increased damage to any target below a set HP threshold. If the target goes below 10% HP with this attack, they are instantly executed.

[ Passive Skills ]

> Sovereign’s Bloodright (Mythic+) - Damage dealt by clones and allies within command aura converts into healing and a shield for him with no capacity. Duration: 1 hour, which refreshes every time the conversion happens.

> Wrathbound Wings (Mythic+) - His wings deal passive damage to anything that comes into contact with them in melee.

> Undying Wrath (Mythic+) - Cannot be reduced below 1 HP for 10 seconds the first time the HP reaches the fatal point. The closer he sits to death, the greater his damage output becomes. +100% Damage output at 10% HP.

Solveig flexed one gauntleted hand, testing the new weight of it, a hungry edge creeping into his usually composed expression.

"I feel ready for a real fight, my lord."

Logan grinned. "I can’t wait to see you two wreaking havoc. Let’s go to the hive right away. I want everything in this match, so we will barricade the Hive. All players arriving there will face us."

He was excited!

The other two Mythic-rank Spacecrafts were good.

One was a production-type, as in, it could recycle and construct materials into a list of products it has in its database. The spacecraft was a production factory itself.

It was amazing, as expected of Mythic-rank, because it could use any material and make something with it.

Logan merged it with Synthia, and he gained something utterly exotic.

A Synthia who could establish her fully featured smithy at any place she wants. Her skills and talents boiled down to something simple, but powerful—Use any materials, convert them, recycle them, or experiment with them, as well as craft items using them.

She can scan an item completely with some time and create its blueprint. And also invent a blueprint her own way if she is given time and resources to experiment.

’She will join the leagues of crazy creators soon.’

Players with Mythic-rank production units in high tier had created crazy things all over the Earth, and beyond.

"We gained tons of resources from the Ruins. Let’s use all of them. Synthia, I want a complete defence system to arm this mothership. We have enough offence. All I want is defence that no one can break, so we can go wild."

Synthia smiled. "As you wish, master. Just give me one hour."

"Take two. We need two hours before we can use our FTL drive and head to the Hive anyway."

Billy suddenly flew up, looking at the belt of asteroids as if his eyes could see past them. "I’m smelling those nasty things coming back."

[Player Leon Flanke. You have the highest number of eliminations among players—12- and thus triggered the challenge. The Hive has marked you as its primary threat. Defend against the incoming attacks for 30 minutes.]

[Reward: +0.1 Tier Point Multiplier. Bonus task: If you can kill the Raid Boss that will arrive at the 29-minute mark, gain an additional +0.4 Tier Point Multiplier. If the Boss is not defeated within 1 minute, it will leave, and the bonus task will result in failure.]

Logan looked at the one remaining Mythic spacecraft and one Legendary.

"You both scout around and look out. The bugs will be coming soon."

Logan cracked his fingers before summoning his Grimlord’s Blade. "It’s time to party."

Billy, who was high up in space, grinned. "Oh yeah. I am seeing them now. Damn, there’s a lot of them."

"A slaughter festival it is." Solveig’s figure glimmered with neon crimson before it split off his body, soon taking on a golden sheen and shape woven with crimson as eight of his clones appeared.

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