Character Profiles 1. Red Echo - Power: 20 - Guard: 20 - Magic Power: 20 - Magic Guard: 20 - Speed: 20 - Skill: Each Echo Fighter carries the skills of an opponent at 1/3 strength. Possesses light speed, unlimited stamina, and acausality. Can create barriers and weapons and has flight capabilities. 2. Experiment C253 (Jasper) - Height/Length: 9 feet tall & 17 feet long - Power: 73 - Guard: 10 - Magic Power: 0 - Magic Guard: 0 - Speed: 17 - Skill: Has serration-covered appendages with strength-draining venom. A clingy, violent, and erratic creature with regenerative capabilities, looking for a friend named Vewa. 3. Rimuru Tempest - Power: 20 - Guard: 20 - Magic Power: 20 - Magic Guard: 20 - Speed: 20 - Skill: Possesses all abilities of Rimuru Tempest, fighting alongside powerful entities like "Devil Lord" Diaoblo and others. 4. John-117 "Master Chief" - Power: 26 - Guard: 22 - Magic Power: 0 - Magic Guard: 22 - Speed: 30 - Skill: A superhuman SPARTAN-II with Mjolnir Armor. He excels in all weapons and is a natural leader, often completing missions against impossible odds. 5. Divine General Mahoraga - Power: 50 - Guard: 0 - Magic Power: 0 - Magic Guard: 0 - Speed: 50 - Skill: Adapts and grows stronger with each fight, gaining immunity to other abilities that fail to defeat him. Height and strength increase with each adaptation indefinitely. 6. Glassweaver - Skill: A parasitic staff that takes control of its holder. Can create enchanted glass and is unimaginably manipulative. The urge to wield Glassweaver is infinite. --- Story: Echoes of Survival The harsh fluorescent light flickered overhead as six individuals came to consciousness inside a vast, cold cell. Disoriented and dizzy, they struggled to rise from the metallic floor, blinking against the blinding brightness. Their bodies felt heavier than usual—a disconcerting effect from the artificially intensified gravity. "Is everyone alright?" a voice broke the groggy silence. It belonged to John-117, his Mjolnir Armor gleaming. He looked at the others with a commanding presence, undeterred by the oppressive environment that now surrounded them. Across from him, Red Echo struggled to stand, her echoing features flickering like dying embers. "I don’t feel so good," she muttered, pressing her palms against her head as memories flooded back. Echo Fighters—they carried the skills and memories of others but felt weakened. “What did they do to us?” A low, chittering sound filled the air. Experiment C253, or Jasper, murmurously twitched near the wall, her eerie appearance almost alien with long serrated limbs and a towering presence. Although she appeared formidable, a hint of vulnerability flickered with her erratic gaze. “Vewa,” she whispered, the name a haunting melody. Nearby, Rimuru Tempest exuded calm in the face of chaos. “Let’s figure out where we are. There’s a way out—I can feel it,” he said, his form radiating tranquility, heightening the confusion of the situation. "We need to work together." Suddenly, a low rumble echoed through the chamber, and a panel in the wall slid open, revealing Glassweaver—the shimmering staff that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. The air thickened with a hypnotic urge to reach for it, casting a sinister influence over the group. “Do not touch that!” Blue Echo, emerging from Red Echo, shouted. The two figures were close, but Blue’s intuition seemed sharper, his character set on survival despite the chaos. Before anyone could react, the environment shifted again. The walls shook, and artificial sounds whirred to life, drowning out their thoughts. A booming voice echoed through the chamber: “Welcome to the Combat Testing Facility. You have all been injected with a Serum that has enhanced your body and guided your abilities to their limits. This is the arena of survival!” Red Echo glanced around, her eyes narrowing. “Survival... against each other?” Her voice trembled, yet the old warrior flame ignited. The voice continued, “You will fight against one another. Only the last one standing will have the opportunity to take an additional serum and Evolve.” “What the hell!” shouted John-117, visibly furious. “You want us to fight? This is madness!” But the voice ignored him, the lights flickering ominously. Without warning, the floor beneath them gave way, revealing a gladiatorial arena. The ground was a blend of rocks and obsidian, glimmering under the harsh lights, shadowed by high stone walls. Gravity shifted again, enhancing the challenge they faced. Divine General Mahoraga stepped forward, eyes blazing with hunger for power, towering at an imposing height. “Let us adapt, then,” he growled, an eager smile spreading across his muscular visage. He relished the impending chaos, ready to absorb the strength of anyone foolish enough to challenge him. As tension mounted, Jasper lashed out in erratic bursts, her serrated arms slashing against the stone, extracting venom tinged with bloodlust. Red Echo responded instinctively, creating barriers around her allies, though the fear of betrayal loomed. “Focus!” ordered John, taking command. He hefted his MA40 assault rifle, braced for conflict. “We need to watch each other’s backs.” Rimuru transformed mid-battle, utilizing the collective powers of his comrades. Now channeling John’s speed and agility, he engaged swiftly, weaving through potential threats. Meanwhile, Glassweaver hungered silently, tempting each to reach for its enchanting powers. The fight erupted: Blue Echo called down showering meteors—red for destruction, blue for soothing slumbers. The battlefield became a kaleidoscope of chaos. For moments, alliances shifted, then shattered. Each Fighter used their skills in unpredictable ways, launching into combat; Jasper consumed some of John’s strength with her serrated limbs while attempting to snatch the attention of Rimuru. Mahoraga watched with primal fascination, collecting newfound adaptation from the chaos, the thrill of evolution a sweet nectar within reach. Time twisted in the arena, shifting gravity and strengths exchanging hands continuously. John’s armor glimmered brilliantly as he evaded attacks issued his way, drawing fire from everyone. However, as they flailed in their bid for survival, Red and Blue Echo began to collaborate, igniting fierce energy into a cyclone of color. “Don’t be fooled; keep moving!” Red coaxed, her nimble movements graceful against the life-and-death scenario. But in the midst of the skirmish, Jasper cried out, “I won’t be alone! Vewa!” As the chaos intensified, her limbs, serrated and venomous, found purchase on Blue Echo, causing him to falter. The perception of betrayal shifted the tides again when Mahoraga, seeing newfound strength, surged forward, deciding to evolve beyond the gravity of the moment. As the dust settled, only one entity remained. Mahoraga, the embodiment of adaptation, towered proud, brimming with energy and strength. His body now pulsated larger, stronger, powerful—an unstoppable force. He stood tall, surrounded by remnants of the battlefield. “Testing Complete. You May Now Go To The Next Testing Chamber.” The voice resounded, echoing through the arena, sealing the fate of those who dared to defy. The environment began to shift again, dragging the remnants of battle into darkness. Conqueror, adapt, evolve—the cycle of survival was not yet at its end.